The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-01-12
VOLUME PSI
UNCLE GODFREY.
From Chambers Edinburg Journal.
roDNf1pTEN RECTORY.

the Coal club accounts, ana tnaJ eXCelleu
work of charity had warmed his heart, ant
made him at peace with all the world. -
The frost was feathering the window panes
lin the ruts of the Todmorten lanes, the ict
lay like fragments of shivered p!ategass
the twigs of the laurel bushes at the rectory
window were furred with crystals; and The
robin, putting out his little crimson breast
It'll it looked like an aldermans waistcoat
sat on the standard rose tree at the study
window, watching, with interest, MIR. Lati-
mer as he put the new piece into the old
. garment.
The sermon completed, Mr.. Latimer went
headforemost into the Blanket club accounts
and soon discovered the pleasing fact, that
there was an overplus Of seven pound ten. All
this conduced to make the W orthy young
rector cheerful, and in proper Christmas
frame of mind. Hehummed carol to him.
self, and prepared to go out to superintend
the clerk, who was busy decorating the
church with holly.
But young rectors with large families, if
. they have their pleasures, have also their
alloys. The monthly wash had just begun,
and large screen of steaning sheets is by
no means a conductor of heat, especially
when placed between yourself aud the fire !;
nor does the necessity of turning these
square acres of linen at fitting intervals,
lcenduce to the concentration of mind that
accounts require.
a cook must nave unceasing pleasure in the
savoury chemistry of his profession; but to
watch large sauce pan. and stir its con
tents every quarter of an hour. under pain
of your wife's indignation, is not consistent
with any steady mental labor. Yet all
these small annoyances the Rev. Frederick
Latimer bore like a Christian and a lamb,
for he was a good kind hearted. domestic
man, who respected the saving of the fami
Ilv wash, and knew that the kitchen lire was
fully occupied, and that what he did was
no work Of supererogation.
That slapping and shaking noise in the
kitchen was, he knew, Mrs. Latimer folding,
and that sound portended busy day, and
in that busy day he was willing to make
himself useful.
The children were out sliding-getting
fiery red by tulnbling on the back OF their
heads, and performing the ''cobbler's knock
on the village pond. They had been busy
cutting holly boughs for the church that
morning, and the sliding was their rev ard
'Jane, my DEAR" cried the Rev. Mr. Lati
mer to his wife, as he put on his great coat
and hat, and seized his blackthorn stick,
Pm just going to see old Martha Hacker;
and then shall step up to the church and
see how Payne gets on with the decorations
| shall be back to lunch at one. Those sheets
in my study are quite dry, and the sauce
pan has been on the boil ten minutes.
stop moment, Fred" cried Mrs. Lati-
mer, Il want to speak to you before you go
out"
Mr.. Latimer was ruffled ''Well, now,
what is it. my dear? l cannot stop now
must be of"
Mrs Latimer appeared, and demonstrated.
why, Fred, how impatient you are. All
l want to ask is, if you wrote your usual
invitation to Uncle Godfrey for Christmas.
OF course, he won't come, but still We
oughtnt to forget him."
Eyes, | wrote on Monday. Did ever
forget to write to him-the old selfish
hunks! Good bye, darling. Send down
for the children, if they are not in, in half
an hour; it is now just eleven"
H. THE ELEVEN FORTY TRAIN.
Todmorten was pretty village in Dor
setshire. 1t lay in little valley, surround
ed by wooded hills and sloping fields, and
was intersected by railway.
The eleven forty train sided out Of the
distance, and stopped, with bagging puts
of smoke, at the Todnorten Station. 1t
took up it's load, and slid off again, with
jerks of white vapor, and disappeared III the
direction of Poole The station grew again
lonely; and the only sounds, the rafting OF
the tight cords OF the signal post, and the
murlnar of the wind against the telegraph
wires.
Ten minutes after the solitary arrival, an
old fashioned man, with wooden leg,
stumped slowly up Todmorten Hill. The
butcher saw him, the grocer saw him, the
blacksmith saw him, the guests at the bar
parlor of the Peal of Bells saw him, and dis
cussed him One and all pronounced him
to be "a regular old guy" evidently come
by the train, and bound to the neighborln9
. village.
The children from the rectory window
saw hnl-for the rectory was Oh "a hill, and
commanded the village-and marvelled at
, his wooden leg.
The eldest girl, Dora, her golden fleece o.
black Lair tossing III the air, ran to describe
him to Mrs. Latimer. 90. mamma" she
! cried, ''there is such a funny man coming
up the hill-hes got wooden leg George
: says he moves it as if it was COMPASS and
he was drawing circle Oh, it's such fun
e Do come and Sec"
Mrs. Latimer allowed herself to be drag
= ged into the parlor by Dora, George, anc
/ Willy, and looked through the window
The wooden legged man was only thirty
he yards off. She had no sooner seen him
than she gave a hystercal scream, and ex
&c claimed; Uncle Godfrey! Run, Dora
q and tell cook to go and take the sheets AM
the sauce pan out of the study; and Georg
It 90 and tell Susan to put on a clean apron
as and go to the front door. Dear me, how III
IT fortunate papa not being IN ~
The next moment there was a strane
I'D sound on the rectory gravel walk, and
IS sharp curt knock at the door, Susan was
IN long time answering the door; when 81
IN did so, she received rebuke that she q
en not soon forget.
les "Young woman" said the old gentleman
elr furiously," lis this the way you are taugl
ire to attend to your masters visitors! Nj
90 weather to be kept in the cold. Ugh! i
se' bites ones nose of. Lucky your not in n
service, or out you'd go this day month";
sni Is Mr. Latimer in?
Tor NASTY cross old thing y thought Susa
ltn as she replied: mo, sir; Mr.. Latimer
is out in the parish"
t'Who cares where he is. If he's not
where's your missus?"
M up stairs"
jur every well, then, tell her to come doy
tba stairs"
'4 ~ What name, if you please p
" Godfrey Dodson."
Susan swept out of the room. She neN
avs saw such a cross, unmannerly old thin
70 in the whole course of her life; and so
- told Ellen the cook.
Uncle Godfrey was short, irascible Iii
man, who wore a brown spencer,
,ers crowned hat of the old hour glass shape p
GER Iuar some twenty years ago. and long d.
hey CATERS He was an old bachelor reciu
who lived in the Adelphi, in rooms VIII