The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-07-18
VOLUME 28.1


associating seasons only with the changes il
S artificial flowers used in the shop where she
served, and where her good looks hat
gained her place in the showroom.
When Lettuce mad been so advanced some
six or eight months. she suddenly fell ill
the roses left her cheeks and the light faded
out of her eyes. Her employer, a kind
hearted woman, sent for doctor, who or.
dered country air, and Lettuce remembering
to have heard her dead mother speak OF
Aunt Rachel and the home farm, petitioned
to be sent to Wales which being very far
away, and altogether new world would
she felt, be the best medicine Poor Lefty
knew better than the doctor why her cheeks
had grown pale, and tie burden of her work
once light enough intoerable, for the sad
dest lesson young heart can learn had
been taught her. Lettys story was short
but very common. For month or two the
world itself had seemed scarcely large
enough to contain the happiness life had in
store for her Then suddenly the light
went out. The man to whom she had Civ
en- the fresh young love of her heart left her,
and that too without word of warning or
explanation. He met her as usual when
her days work was over, walked to the end
of the street where her step mother lived,
and after lingering little, and coming back
once again to say good bye, she saw him no
more
When Mrs, Lie de heard of her niece's
illness, and her desire to visit Wales, the
old love for the lost sister prompted hearty
welcome, and hope that she would con
slider the farm home as long as she liked;
but when the letter was gone, msgivings
began to rise. What if the girl was pretty?
there was the boys" and even if not pref
ty as Rachel reckoned beauty, Lettice was
town bred, and sure to be flirting, conceit-
| ed, and useless thing. One or both ''boys"
were in danger. Rachel mad heard very
terrible stories of the way in which young
people were brought up in large towns, and
never doubted but that London was Baby
Ion the mighty city whose sins were reach
ing up unto heaven, and over whose soft
living, adulterous and drunken inhabitants
the wrath of the Almighty was gathering
The day fixed for Letty's arrival being
the market day at Narbeth, Rachel, who
was waiting for the COACH saw pretty,
pale face looking anxonsly out, while a
sweet voice asked if Mrs. Lloyde was in the
town. The tone was modest, and the girls
dress sober as quaker's, far quieter and
palmer than that of the humblest work girl
in the fair.
81 am Mrs. LIoyde, my dear" said Ra.
chel, prepossessed at once. "Welcome to
Wales. Come to the inn and have a cup of
tea. Sure you look aim ost dead"
81 am little tired, Aunt Rachel" quoth
Lettice, trembling nervousIy. But shall
soon be strong. Everybody looks so rosy
aud healthy, and the air has quite differ
ent feeling from London" Lefty was get
ting out of the coach as she made this little |
speech, and Mrs Lioyde was watching her
narrowl y. One source of anxiety respect
ing her niece's arrival had been the certain
ty that she would wear crinoline, and as
that was positively tabooed at the farm, Ra-
chel bad been in dilemma what course she
should, pursue and an expression of intense
relief came over her face when Letty's 1.-the,
graceful figure showed that she at least
eschewed the obnoxious garment
''You are sensible little maid,'' said Ra-
chel, patting her cheek; ''you've got your
mothers foot and figure too, and the hair.
| Sure, by the time you've seen the harvest, |
you'll be as like her as two peas"
Many were the looks that followed the
town, and divers the opinions passed TIE
young men mostly admired her, and by the
same token the girls pronounced her white
faced and plain, while the old folks shook
their heads, and said, she was sorry lass,
and the cauld winds would stivell her to the
churchyard.
Lefty had very white face when she
came down to breakfast next morning, and
Mrs. Lloyde being fond of doctoring, i'm
nediatey brought her skill to bear, putting
her niece through course of early rising,
exercise and new milk, under which, the
roses began to blossom again, the light
came back into the soft hazel eyes, and Let
ty found that it was not altogether unpleas-
ant living in a comfortable house with two
| handsome cousins, both of whom treated
her with sort of quaint courtesy. Doctors
place great faith in a counter irrItant, and
though Lefty was not exactly III love with
Lewis, his eyes had set her heart fluttering
more than once; ard there was something
in the way in which his voice softened that
made her remember every word he said
Upon the afternoon my story takes as a
special and personal starting point, Mrs
LlOyde was in the yard, where the milking
was going forward; she had taken her stand
with her knitting in hand, by the door of
the dairy, where three sturdy damseIs were
busy Ill the mysteries of cheese making.
Both yard and dairy spoke well for the own
er, both were very unlike Welsh farm
yards in general. There were no states eff
no temporary blocking out of wind and rain
by sods or straw, the doors moved smoothly
upon their hinges, and through the open
stable door might be seen stalls Uttered
with clean straw, while the smell of fresh
hay proved that work was going on.
| Presently up green lane came the work
men leading or riding their teams, and as
the foremost reached the yard, big black
horse broke away, and trotted to the pond,
stood suorting with his muzzle at the mud
dy margin, until comrade coming up. he
made plunge forward. Mrs Lloydes
keen eye ran over the cattle with we'll
satisfied smile; nodding TO an old man who
had ridden down upon a handsome brood
mare with colt at her heels, she said:
''They show more of last years corn
than of this, William
Eyes, sure, maam. There's nora one
has harses ike un, indeed and they're the
toptest by here. Aud mare be as fifty as
four yearold. Eh, auld girl" and he brought
his hand upon the mares ribs with sound
ing slap, thereby disturbing the colt who,
with the laudable view of economizing time,
had sliced the opportunity 10 begin his sup,
per
There's the last bucket" cried Mrs,
Lloyde, suddenly remembering Lefty, land
my niece not here yet, run, Mari, hurry
and tell her come
Lefty was trimming hat for herself and
as the bright faced girl lookea N 10 give
her message, greeted her with:
: ''Oh, bother. you can drink tue milk for
me. No, don't 60 away am finished;
just look, isH't that better than the church
steeple you wear here?' aud she perched the
hat upon her head. a.
"There's prettyr cried Mari, wonder.
struck and open mouthed