The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-01-19
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phantly by Mr. LaJilner anu th6 ShlluIet,
and ensconced in a bower ofholly, and uns
der an emblazoned rural monument to the
memory of General Runagates, . hero of the
old American war.
At dinner, that day, UncIe Godfrey was
severe on country churches
''Too much coughing" he said ''Ugh
Why do you allow that chorus of coughing
old women in the aisle? They are all deaf!
they only come to advertise themselves, as
wanting new shoes and fresh cloaks Ugh
] know them. How the ducks quacked
when you were reading, and how that don
ey~prayed when you read those bans, as if
rejoicing at another FOOLS marriage. Lati
mer, you shoot over the peoples heads
What on earth do your chaw-bacons care
about the Antinomian sect and the errors Of
the Welsh Pelagius Bah Follow them
into their daily life; they dou't know how
to live on earth yet; make them fit for
that, before you 90 further,-Gou, girl, don't
grin there, but give me some beer. Jane,
do you teach Dora TO eat with her knife, and
George 10 throw. bread crumbs at little
WHY? Thank Heaven I'm a bachelor -
At whist, his tavorite game, Uncle God
frey was still more terrible He always re-
fused to take dummy. He stumped with
his wooden leg if his partner forgot the
thirteenth card, or lost trick by any mo
mentary absence Of mind If the game
went well, and there WAS any long sequence
OF success, he grew malicious and openly
limited that his opponent was losing on pur
pose to please him-au Insult to his play :;
and Mr.. Latimer resented the accusation.
They always doit at the FitZsimm0n-
SEES replied Uncle Godfrey. Il never lose
there. They ict me win shiilngs, in hope.
some day, they may turn to guineas bat
III outINe them yet That Fltzsiululons is
veal. IN his chest. BY the by, hows your
chest. Latimer? thought your voice
weaker than it used 10 be.-George, don't
make that noise wish the hun.n,ing top
Jane DO yoa ever fog that boy?"
'Cncle, sad Mrs. Latilner at breakfast
on the seventh day Of the visit y have ar.
ranged with Mrs Benson to 20 tomorrow,
to see Meleombe-it is one of our show
piaces--you must not return without seeing
that
'Iiate show places cold damp rooms
fussy pompous housekeepers too proud TO
tell you anything; willing enough to take
large fees; hurried, and see nothing. No
60 back tomorrow"
Tomorrow !" cried Mr.. and Mrs T,ati-
mer N breath for they had grown accus
TONED t. the cid bachelors biTlsqusrie. and
began to be amused with his shrewd homes
ty and caustic franhness.
'Io-morrow-said tomorrow when I
came-and meant what said. Sponge on
you no longer; poor people Besides all
my ports gone-can't drink catchup and
logwood, | and my wooden leg 90 to-mor-
row. Glad oft, amt you Dora George,
come here and polish my wooden leg
Willy, give uncle kiss and 90 to bed it
is getting iate.-Iou'n be happy family
tomorrow, old Uncle Godfrey back in his
den"
The morrow came, some how or other
The Latimers We're sorry to part with the
old Tartar The children liked his odd sto-
RIGS, and the tricks he showed them with
cards; his ventriloquisns, and the droll
drawings he did for them
The train came sliding in, curving like
great jonted black serpent. Uncle Godfrey
mounted into second class carriage and
shook all the Latimers by the hand
You won't see me again. he said 81
shant see many more winters Admiral
Death has already hoisted the storm SIGNAL
for me. Good bye Don't let the children
eat to much. When die. | shall leave yo,,
set of china, just to remember mc.-good
bye Latimer; good bye Dora dear; good
bye Jane, my love; good bye, Willy, nv
pet; good bye, George. I liked my visit,
though yOn did let me win at whist ;,
The train slid off
We'll, somehow or other | miss him.
said Mrs. Latimer.
Her husband did not assent very warmly
to ms wlfe's remark An odd thought had
struck num- as the children ran laughing
aii, oouno', ng on before their father and
low strange it would be, Jane" said the
good thoughtful man, turning on the frost
bound hill to watch tho train, now mere
swift black caterpillar in the vallev-.how
strange it would be il, instead of diving with
a struggle and wrench, or in slow pain
and decay, as we do now, when men were
to die, Il mysterious summons SHOULD come
IL a black letter. warning US on a certain
day and hour to be at the nearest railway
station. Then that we should 20, after a
calm but still inetlaby solemn farewell. and
at the appointed hour, q mysterious black
train, split driven, should arrive; and am
irresistible impulse should force us then to
mount into the carriage, and be barne off
swiftly, quietly, into the inscrutabIe far dis
lance"
80, Fred, how can you think of such
very horrid things" said Mrs. I,atimer -
''Well, do yon know, somehow or other, /
do miss Uncle Godfrey"
And SO do We, cried the children.
'Poor Uncle DodtTey," said Tot"
cd George ~
Not if | can help IL" thought Mr.. Lati-
mer, ciencInng his teeth, and looking as
sternIy as he could
III THE oARRIoN GROWS.
Exactly twelve months from the date Of
that visit, Uncle Godfrey was found dead in
hls arm chair, in his solitary chambers at
the Adeiph. 1t Is probable that he had
been dead several days, for thouon the
lau"oreas had neglected to Inform the neigh
boFs, no light had been seen in the room for
three nights Singularly enough il was re-
meinoered that the deceased had lately
shown some desire to be more social. and
had even appeared spectrally one night in
full dress at the door of the gentleman on
the trst tioor, who was. however. lust start
ing Tor party, and could not then see him
The rooms were found to be an inch deem
III a snutf-like dust, aud crowded with chi
ma, pictures, furniture, and portfolios. The
Inner room reSembled an immense mouse
trap for 1t was strewu with pounds Of ha-
con and sections Of cheap cheese. A miser
and observation-disclosures driven
from men, and Sardanpalus grown careful
seemed to have inhabited these chambers
together Oh, what misery and deadness
OF heart, and deprivation of sweet home
pleasures what scorn for o i,,s,, 49,
ness. to- love aud home we're ey;dana n,li' -
tnat sordid solitude, in that voluntary pris-
on in that splendid Bastile! F''
1t was too late. The hoarder had been
torn from his hoard by no murderer or thief
Out by the great severer Of all human ties
AFTER Godfrey Dodsons funeral, his will
was read at the office of b;slawvers Mos VII