The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-09-17
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BY EMILY HUNTINGTON MILLER
From the Rural New Yorker
What on earth has become Of Lucy lay
lor's beau p queried Aunt Dorlas Jones; II
haven't seen him here III town since that pic
mic over to the Long Pond"
oh, that match IS broken up long ago.
said the Widow Perkins, who had just drop
ped in to tea.
''Do tell" exclaimed good aunt Dorcas,
vigorously l,ncadinS her biscuits. ''Wel it
does beat all how very changable the young
folks are getting to bc-giris especially. Now
/ thought he seemed to be a real likely young
man indeed, and Lucy Taylor is right smart,
pretty-looldng girl. 1t seems a pity"
'FWell, all know about it, said the widow,
sis that Squire TayIors hired girl told my
Jerusha Ann that she didn't believe they were
rightly engaged, but he'd been paying atten-
ton to Lucy while she was away at school,
and after she went home, he came up to spend
the vacation with Fred. Taylor and see how
the old folks would be suited While he was
up there something or other must have hap
pened for the hired girl said She knew Lucy
never got any letters from him, and hadn't
got his picture, because she'd searched every
where for it. May boshe turned out TO be a
forger, Or something dreadful; you can't cal
culate on young men nowadays"
And the widow rocked herself conplacont-
Iy, as if it would have been rather a satisfac-
ton to her to know that the young man in
question was a scamp
MAY be So" said Aunt Dorcas, reflective
ly; ANY way, its pity; it seemed such a
nice match"
While the two old gossips are specializing
dear reader, I'll tell you, confdentially, how
it really happened that Lucy Taylor lost her
lover.
Nobody ever said Lucy Taylor was beau
ty, and only her partial friends thought her
uneommonIy pretty; but she had just such a
sweet, gentle, loveable face as you may meet
a dozen times a day upon the crowded street,
and there was something so delightfully."- fresh
and charming about her, that she seemed to
draw all hearts to her by some magic of her
own. Without being remarkable for either
beauty, wit, Or wisdom, she nevertheless reign
ed supreme III her own circle, and that circle
was by no means small. So when She left
the quiet little village and went away to the
OCL1illlAy III GtlC DAt"t Nlby VI D., SIG Jul
city won her way to high place in the re-
gard Of both teachers and pupils Some of
the teachers, it is true, wished at times Lucy
was little more prompt and thorough in her
recitations there were so many little golden
grains dropped out and overlooked by her
that, though she gathered up a tolerable sheaf
from the harvest fields acknowledge, the care
full, studious toilers found much that she
lost
Lucy isn't MorOHgh enough; but it seems
to be her only fault, and she may improve"
This was the general testimony to her char
acter.
Outside Of Seminary walls, Lucy found
many admirers; and one Of these-Henrv
Weston-was generally regarded in the light
of Lucy's lover How Lucy herself looked
upon him was not definitely known but one
thing was certain: after making IL dilieent
use of the few opportunities afforded by sem
mary rules for social intercourse, the young
man was most opportunely invited, by Lucy's
brother Fred, to come up to Ardley and help
him spend his summer vacation agreeably.-
Ofcourse he was accepted, for Fred. TavIor
was such capital fellow, and it would be
such a relief to get out of the city few weeks.
Then am not sure that this reflection came
last-Lucy would be at home; and who has
not felt the romance and witchery Of country
walks and rambles-moonligh t-twilight.
shade-sentiment and roses
If Lucy was charming in the hot Glare of
city gas-lights, what would she be in the pure
untroubled atmosphere of home? Young
Weston leaned back in his chair, with Fred. S
note between his fingers and pictured that
home to himself as a ''broad, green country
place" and Lucy as the presiding divinity.
shedding beauty, sweetness and odor through
the whole. 1t was very pleasant to think Of
and as he contemplated the vision. the min
utes slipped so rapidly away, that he came
within a second of being late ut his place in
the bank-a thing that had never happened
before, IN all his prompt, methodicaI business
life Partly from nature and partly from
years Of training in business that reauired
the utmost thoroughness and precision, Hen
ry Weston's leading characteristic was a care.
full attention to the smallest details of what
ever came under his hand to do. His en-
ployers trusted him entirely knowing that
no item entrusted to his oversight would he
neglected, or let slip forWant of care or protnnt
attention. 1t was a character worth possess
ing, and the sagacious ones were not far WRONG
when they prophesied that he would take
higher place in the bank before many wears
Vacation days slipped around. and liz. Hem
ny Weston made his arrival in AriIev hay
ing been duly heralded a week before Inv tbo
''hired girl SO chat there We're plenty of en-
rious eyes regarding the great Iumberino hac
as It drew up in front of Squire Tavlor's 3oIsa
There was the homestead, just as he had pic.
tured it-large and breezy, with It's graceful
shadowing elms; there was Squire TavIor
dIgnliled and UOrtlV: his lplipofa 1T ~
wife, who must have been once inst what II,
cy was now there was Fred with his ROUGH
hearty greeting; and timid futterinc~ No.
looking talrer, trcsher, more enchanting than
ever, in her pretty home dress Of delicate
lawn.
That very evening, as they all they sat TO-
gether III the queer old family sitting-room
ana Lucy sang, to simple accompaniment
'lhe Ingle-slde' and such old-fashioned
songs as pleased her father best youno Wes-
ton gave himself up for lost, and decided
that he really was in love. Fred. TavIor wifi
his hearty zest for hunting fishing, rowing.
and all country pastimes, gave his friend IF
tie choice but to devote his DAYS to yicorous
tra'nps and rides througlimeadow and t6icket
III search OF sport So it naturally happened
that when night brought them home thew
were raVenousIy hungry, and too tired TO be
el'liei piAllit,iiI OF sentimental, and thus the
wooing went on slowly,
One day, after week had been ,-asfed nc
Weston mentally declared, violent sboner
drove the young sportsineu home in the nil
die Of the afternoon, 1t was pleasant as H..
rushed into the yard, drenched and mud1t'.
to catch a glimpse of Lucys face in the win,
cow as she sat contentedly with her sewing.