The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-12-31

| CnrOnlClGU ABOVE anu Tie SllcCt VI tHO dP
plause was as wonderful as the speech itself
for with the last sound MIR. Bluelt suddenl.
awoke. Seated upon his hearth-rug, crown
| cd with his own large chair, the one where
| OF his understanding had serenely repose'
| having incontientIy retired upon its castor
in good order to the other side of the ROOM
| Otherwise, the room cold, the fire out, th'
brandy-and water all drank up, and the clocs
at 2 A. NJ. December "a.
Blueit gathered himself up and replaced nj
chair, lighted his candle, and shivered III
stairs.
eThank Heaven! it is only the day before
Christmas yet, and plenty Of time" yawnec
Blueit, as he deposited his icy bulk between
the blankets, and proceeded to finish his
Dream.
s.Ars. Blueit," remarked that gentleman al
breakfast next morning, ''did Mary Kirby
bring home my new shirts last night?
"Yes-Mr. B. this roll is cold, another
please and something reminded me that
owed her five dollars too, but Lupin q Mari
beau has Just emptied my purse. A bit Of
the stake, if you please"
Sorry; you should not let it happen
touch the bell, jessie"
"Jofm :"
eyes, Sir"
"Get ready and take this five to Mrs. Mary
Kirby; tell her Mrs. Blueit has more work fol
her; and john"
eyes. Sir"
"Stop at MVicars, and see if he has any
nice turkeys; pick cut a hen turkey, a nice,
fat vearling. and take it to her; and tel
MIicar-d'ye here ?-to send three to the
house"
yes, Sir"
eAnd other fowls and things, and all the
rest to my ware-room by ten, and bring me
the bill"
'"Ye-es, Sir"
EsNIr. Blueit, | think you are crazy! What
upon earth do you want Of several hundred
fowls at the warehouse? l shall send for
your friends. You are losing your wits! You
are wasting your property! Oh dear! oh
dear.
And poor little Mrs. Blueit wrung herjew-
eIed fingers, and actually cried behind her
two inches Of cambria.
s.Not a bit Of it. John, you stop at Dun
sheilner's and buy Katy Kirby mice big doll.
Here's another FIVE, and tell her Mrs. Blueit
sent it,
Eyes, Sir" And it's my belief that if DR..
Agnew could have seen Johns optics dllate
he would forever cschew belladonna, and en-
ploy unexpected benevolence, sthe reaction be-
ING SO much more comfortable. So John de-
parted, impartiug his belief to May, whom
he met going up with the clean fowls, that
''Sometuing was wrong o the old man; but
as longs my moneys safe, and | guess it be,
it's none Of my business if he does throw fves
in the street.
The moment John was out Of the room
Mrs. Blueit began to pace the floor and bewail
the mental decay and overthrow Of her poor
husband.
Mr.. Blueit finished his breakfast, put on
his over-coat, and came back with hat and
gloves in hand, not liking to cave Jessie fSel-
ING so badly, when it suddenly occurred to
him that he had not told her a word of his
wonderful dream, and how it had wrought
upon him.
SO Blueit, who was not a bad husband, sat
down and drew his pretty, weeping wife on
his knes, told her of the marvellous vision,
and especially did he dwell upon the ~glimpses
Of his past and early life, Of his forsaken child
hood, lis dead mother, the poor people in the
streets, the Christmas eve, and, not least, the
pretty girfin Millinette Place, down to his
sudden awaking under the capsized chair be-
fore the cold and ashy CRATE
"Aud now, Jessie" said Bluelt, dreams
come to a man for good sometimes. Pm going
to serve my country now to some purpose.
I've given before this for pride and vain glo-
ry. Pm going to give now for-for-for what
folks so to church for, you know" And
Blueit bolted off.
When Biueits people went home that night
they carried each a fat fowl for dinner on
Christmas. and the boys had books or money,
aud even the little children at home, too lit
tie to work, had candy and toys, cheap to be
sure, but sufficient. And, best of all, the work
men were each held worthy Of their hire
good, sufficient hire-thereafter.
"And to think, - said little Mrs. Blueit, thai
Joe should remember, after so many years
that it was Christmas eve that he knocked
down Mr.. Leroy Fayneant for kissing my
hand, and dream of at this late day. linus
have been pretty then"
And the little figure, in its dainty blue wrap
per and pretty slippers, refreshed itself by
look in the pier glass. ''How oddly dreami
do affect some men! Women amt 50 silly.
And Mrs. Blueit studied her splendid solitaire
on the left forefnger. "But now-wasn't tina
odd about kissing my hand"