The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-09-17

lust as well have staid we were wet through
Ianvhow. and | know | should have had that
lpickerel in half an hour longer. We might
90 hack now"-and he looked dobtfully at
Weston
.sNot l." was the emphatic answer; II shall
Istav where am for the present. Besides,
thave conscientious scruples about that pick
ereI. believe it is the very one you have
come so near catching every vacation for two
years, and | am not going to see you murder
him"
''Oh what sunshine - exclaimed Fred;
and raining too. There must be rainbow
somewhere"
And he leaned out Of the window with boy
ish enthusiasm to look at it.
i can Just see the end" said he, bringing
lin his dripping head, and crossing the hall
into another room. Come over here Wes-
ton, he shouted, in a moment after; "Lhere's
a splendid view here from Lucy's room, and
It's Just the most perfect arch that ever was"
Now Weston felt some delicate scruples
about invading lady's apartment; but then,
Lucys room He had a vague desire to Wis
it such an enchanted place. and, at all events
how could he refuse Fred. repeated sum
mons? So he crossed the hall with his heart
in delightful tremor, and entered the sacred
lprecincts, scarcely daring to cast a glance
about him. Oh, spirit of neatuess. Oh, god
dess OF order Who shall describe the room
where he found himself? The floor was un-
swept the bed was unnade; the wash-stand
a miscellaneous collection Of combs, brushes
soiled towels and soap -suds. Slippers, dresses
every article female apparel-were lying
in confusion upon bed, bureau and chairs ;
while the curtain, half torn from its support
traied dismally on the floor. Not that Wes-
ton saw all these items of discomfort he on
ly took in a general impression from one has
ty survey, as he strobe desperately to the OPP
en- window.
'Isn't il glorious !" said Fred "and only
see how finely the village is lighted UP
against the background Of black clouds Ard
ley is the prettiest village in New England l
believe"
All, Fred you little thought III what be
wlldered ears you were pouring your rhapso-
dy.
i believe you have taken cold he added,
a few moments after, as he noticed the cx-
preston Of Westons face; 'lets go down to
the fre--l forgot that you are not accus tom
ed to duckings, as | am"
The thoughtess good-natured fellow shut
the window, and followed Weston out of the
room, kicking one Of Lucy's dainty slippers
aside that prevented his shutting the door
1t went spinning into the hail. and lay there,
a silent witness of the invasion.
Down in the sitting-room was Lucy, as
faultless as ever in all her appointments, and
Weston drew his hand across his eyes with a
vague impression that he had been dreaming
Iuupleasantly. The hours of the afternoon
and evening flew rapidly and pleasantly by.
with books, and music, and social chat; and
# visions of 4ba+ ~
themselves upon Wcstons mind. he put them
resolutely away and went heartily into the
arnusements of the hour. Alone in his own
room, ne made dozen plausible theories to ac-
count for the condition Of things-pcrhaps il
was not Lucy's room at all; Fred was such
a laundering fellow at all events he could
not think Of casting away his idol for one I'M
lucky discovery; SO, with thoughts roaming
III beautiful future, Weston fell asleep.
Il am sorry" said Squire Taylor at the
breakfast table next morning shat | find
myself obliged 10 send Fred away on busin-
ess to-day but | dare say Lucy will do what
she can to entertain You till he comes back"
'Delighttlt." thought Weston to himself
ia whole day without dragging. up and
down those everlasting trout brooks, or tramp
nag through the brush after imaginary part
ridges and rabbits, that never were there and
never will be"
! 80, with many assurances that there was
not the least danger of having u dull time. he
watched Fred. ride away gaily on his black
pony, snapped his fingers as he closed the
| gate. a'ld went back to the house to propose
| to Lucy ride to the romantic little lake they
had toll him so much about Lucy was good
enough to say she should be delighted to go
but sundry household matters would detain
/ her half an hour or so. In the meantime
her cavalier brought the carriage to the door,
looked with habitual caution after every strap
and buckle Of the harness, and then went IN
to his room, with masculine idea that d wo-
mans haif-hour was very indefinite period
indeed
Now the room directly under his was oc-
cupied by an ancient spinster, distant rea-
tive Of the family, called by way Of courtesy.
Cousin Barbara. This Cousin Barbara hay-
ing one OF those shivery natures that never
seems to get comfortably warm, insisted up-
ON Keeping up her stove all the year round,
and as the pipe passed up through the floor of
| Westons room on its way to the chimney, it
formed, as you can easily imagine, an excel
lent conductor Of sound-a regular speaking
trumpet. Weston knew he should be sure to
hear Lucy when she left her room, so he made
| himself perfectly easy, and had nearly finish
cd a letter when he heard her door open, and
her little feet so pattering down the STAIRS
| lie was just following, when her voice caught
his ear from the room below
oh, Cousin Barbara, your needle is always
threaded; just put a stitch into my gaiter
here l can't find my thimble. and mustn't
keep Mr.. Weston waiting"
Il should like to see the time" said Cous-
III barbara tartly, when you could 90 any
where without stopping to mend something
or other"
''oh, well, said Lucy, s.your occupation
would be gone ifyou hadn't me to mend and
scold
The only answer was sort of growI, and
III moment there was 4 sort of a ..sD,sd. " as
II the article to be I'D ended had been tossed
upon the floor. This was followed almost in
stantly by an excited exclamation.
For mercy's sake, Lucy Taylor YOU are
not going riding with those ragged stockings
on p
They won't show through my shoes, was
the quiet answaI, .'and haven't any bettar
ones"
''Spose you should get turned over, and
sprain your ankle 2" said Cousin Barbara,
stalking around the room. 'Anv wav. Won
will know they're ragged yourself and before
I'd wear hole inside Of my shoes, Id have
them full of-of-"
Goals Of fire" suggested Lucy, with an
aggravated little laugh.
mo, gravel stones, concluded Cousin Bar
barya as Lucy fitted out Of the ROOM
foor Weston, who heard every word of this
colloquy, felt SO ashamed of himself that he
could hardly look Lucy in the face but she
looked as fresh and sweet, and beauteous as
a morning-glory with the dew still wet upon
it.
4 am safe Tor the present" thought Wes-
ton, as he handed her into the carriage: mo
danger Of my committing myself to day"
And yet 1t is a fact that, several times be-
fore evening. he WIS only saved from ,.nr,t,,r