The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-03-17
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''There'lI be bitin' black frost on the
hills tonight, | tell YEP said Moses After
ly, as he threw his armful of oak logs firing
ed with silver gray moss, upon the stone
HEARTH aEaa ribbed his hands cheerily before
the red, roaring blaze that encircled the
rude iron fire dog in drifts Of ruby sparks.
He was tall, wiry looking old man, with
mild, hazel eyes, and skin well nigh as
brown as the basket of butternuts that stood
in TIE cOrner-a man whom you might easi-
ly fancy to have grown up among those
rock bound, wind swept widernesses, as tie
giant pines on the steep cliffs above had
grown-stalwart sturdy and true to the very
hearts core. The room was very plain, with
no curtains at the narrow paned windows,
and no carpet save the old zigzag veins in
the hickory boards that formed the floor
yet there was an air of comfort in the spIint-
bottom chairs, with red moreen cushions,
and the round table, neatly spread for the
evening meal. Over the fire an apopIetic
black tea-kettIe kept up a dreamy song, and
Moses Aterlys only child sat with folded
hands, Ill the chimney corner, watching the
vaporous wreath curling from the spout
pretty, sott-eyed girl with a late rose in
her braids Of glossy chestnut brown hair,
and straight clearly cut features-now in
shadow, and all irradiated by the cheerful
torches of flame that played at hide-and go
seek in and out among the creviccs of the
great babbling, singing logs.
"have you been to the post Office tonight,
father said she, suddenly looking up as
Moses gave the smouIdering black logs a
sort of renonstrative kick.
mo but | met Jim Crawling down by
| the hemlocl hollow, and he said he was go
ing straight there-so told him to ask if
there was anything for our folks. He'll be
here directly / calculate, for it mnst be all
of two hours ago" H Et a
81 am very sorry," said Bessie, almost
petulautly. Father, detest the sight Of
that man !"
''My dear daughter" demonstrated Moses
Atterly, shat amt accordin' to either sense
or gospel
"Well, l can't help it, father, coaxed Bes-
sic stealing her soft, dimpled hand into the
rough palm that lay on Moses Atterly's
knee Somehow, he always seemed to me
| like"
She stopped suddenly--so suddenly that
the late rose fell out Of her hair and fell on
the stone hearth--for, as she turned hel
head. she saw James Grayling standing be
side them, unfolding a coarse white and rec
worsted comforter from about his neck. He
stopped, without saying word, and picked
up the rose for her
+. "Why, JIM" said farmer Atterly, ''wherC
on airth did you hail from? didn't heal
you come in"
'.Didn't YOU? I'm sure l knocked louc
enough" said GrayIing, with deep rec
flush slowly fading from his cheek "Pret
ty well tonight Bessie p
Il am quite well enough" pointed Bessie
without looking at him, and tossing her re
covered rose in among the glowing cinders
Somehow or other it had lost its charms, at
ter having lain III James Grayling's hand |
Z second.
''Sit down, JIM" said tho farmer. An.
mails for us tonight? 2"
''Nothing."
What strange smile passed over his fac
as be saw the sudden downward droop 0
Bessie's eyelashes culver around he
mouth.
) sZothinr" That's queer. You see Bes
r sizes feelin kind O worried cause she don
5 hear nothin from Henry Ives"
! James Grayling paused,a little malicious
Y, to notice the sparkle in Bessie's eyes a
5 She bent forward with ddening cheeks an
, intent looks