The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-02-21
COUPON BONDS.
80 Lie Atlantic lIonlhIy.


On a certain mild March evening, A. D..
1864 the Ducklow kitchen had general
air Of waiting for somebody. Mrs DuckIow
sat knitting by the light Of kerosene lamp,
but paused ever and anon, negectiDg her
stocking and knitting her brows instead,
with an aspect Of anxious listening The
old gray cat coiled up on cushion by her
side, porting ia her sleep, purred and slept
as if She knew perfectly well who was com
ing coon to occupy that chair, and meant
to make the most Of It. The old fashioned
clock, perched upon the high Jnantle-piece
Of the low studded room, licked away
l0nesomely, as clocks only tick when some
body is waited for and don't come. Even
the tea kettle OIL the stove seemed to be IN
the secret, for il simmered and zung after
the manner Of a wise old tea kettle fully
conscious Of the Importance of its mission
The side-tabe, which was simply leaf on
hinges fixed in the wall, and looked like an
apron when it was down, giving to that side
Of the kitchen a curious resemblance to
Mrs. Ducklow and rested on one arm when
it was up, in which position it reminded
you more Of BIZ Duukiow leaning bis chin
on his hand, the side table was set with
single plate kuifg and fork cup and saucer,
indicating that the person waited for, was
expected to partake Of REFRESHMENTS Be.
hind the stair way door was a small boy
kicking off very small pair Of trowsers
with a degree Of reluctance which showed
that lie also wished to sit Up and wait for
somebody.
Say, ma, need 90 to bed now - he ex-
claimed rather than inquired, starting to
pull on the trousers again after he had got
one leg free Hell want me to hold the
lantern for BIN to take care OF the boss"
No, no. Taddy.' for that was the boys
name, Short for fhaddeus, L you'll only be
in the way if you set up. Besides, | want
to mend your pants
YOU'RE always wautin to mend my
pants' complained Tie youngster. who
seemed to think that it vas by no means to
do hIm favor, but rather to afford herself
a gloatiDg pleasure that Mrs. DuckIow,
who had mania for patching, required the
garment to be delivered up to her 81 wish
there wasn't any such a thing as pants in
the world -
Don't talk that way, after all the trou
ble and expense we've been to cIothe ye!
said the good woman, reprovingIy. "Where
would you be now, if t wasn't for me and
your pa Duellow p
4 ohbttiiA DC YIN W DCu NliCti uJii
want tot be muttered, just loud enough to
DO heard
you ungratcful child - said Mrs. Duck
low, not without reason, for Taddy Knew
very Wei-at least he was reminded of the
fact often euongh-that he owed to them
his home and all his comforts ''Wouln MT
be going to bed when you don't want to
You would MT be going to bed when you
want TA ljt~aisrs for TON 10
would MT have bed to 20 to. Think of
the situation you was in when we adopted
ye, and then talk that way ?"
AS this was an unanswerabe argument,
Iaddy eontented himself with thrusting
hand into his trousers and recklessly in
creasing the area ofthe forthcoming patch.
If she likes to mend so well, let her -
thought he.
'1addy, are you tearing them pants p
cried Mrs DucIlow sharply, hearing a
sound alarmingiy suggestive Of cracking
threads
Il was puliin' 'em off, said Taddy. 81
never see such mean cloth can't touch it.
but it has to tear. Say, ma, do you think
he'll bring me home drum :"
''Iou'll know in the morning"
81 want to know tonight, lie said NAB
by he would Say, ina, can't set upf"
''Ill let you Know whether you can set
up after you've been told so many tirnes!''
So saying, Mrs. DuckIow rose up from
her chair, laid down her knitting -worh,
and started for the stairway with great en-
ergy and rattan. But Taddy, who per
coIved rotribution approaching did not see
fi5 to wait for it, lie darted up the stairs
and crepE into his bunk with the agility
and Hghtness Of a squirrel
Pm bed Say, ma, Pm bed y he
cried, eager to save the excellent lady the
trouble Of ascending the stairs.
81 mmest asleep already ~
cts 'g0od thing for you that you be %
said Mrs. Duckow, gathering up the gar
meub be bad left behind the door ''Why
Taddy, how you did tear it! I've good
notion TO give ye a smart. trouncing now ]"
Taddy began to snore and Mrs Duck
low concluded that she would not wake
him.
1T is mean cloth, as he saysl" she ex-
claimed, examining it by the keros enc
lamp. For my part | consider it great
misiortin that shoddy was ever invented
le can't buy any sort Of Already made gar
rncnt for boys nowadays but it comes to
pieces at the least wear or strain, like
SO much brown paper
She was shaping the necessary patch,
when the sound of wheels coming into the
yard told her that the person so long waited
for had arrived.
THAT you p said she opening the kitch-
en- door and looking out INTO the darkness.
Yes, replied man voice.
'Yo want the lantern ~
''No: just She lamp in the window, and
guess | can cit along Whoa I" And the
man jumped on the ground
Had good Luck The woman inquired
in low voice
t1Iptel We when [ come in, . was the
evasive answer.
''Has he bought me drum p bawled
Taddy from the chamber stairs.
DO you want me TO come up there and
tend to ye?" demanded Mrs Ducklow.
The boy was not particularly ambitious
ofeuioyiug that honor.
You be still and so to sleep, then, OF
you'll git drummed."
And she Iatched the stairway-door, great
ly to the dsmay Of Master Taddy, who felt
that some vast and momentous secret was
being kept .fsom him. Oyerhearipg ewhis-
pered conference between his adopted pa
rents in the morning, noticing also the eau
tious gIances they cast at him, and the per-