The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-02-07
ONE SUMMERS ROMANCE.

The sun was setting in glory OF gold
and purple Edith Fernleigh looked out o.
the little square pantry window, before
which she was washing the supper dishes,
and heaved an unconscious sigh. Dimly
and vaguely she was sensible Of wishing
that things in this world had not been Or
dered Just as they were, There was sc
much work to be done, and so little time
for hearts ease. if she could only spare
five minutes to sit down in the porch and
watch the gorgeous splendor of the sky be-
fore night should touch all the crimson and
gold with sable.
But there were the dishes to finish, the
floor to be swept, the chickens to feed and
get into their coops, and the milk to carry
into the dairy and strain, besides score of
other chores which would be>sure to present
themselves.
She put back stray lock of soft, brown
hair that was curling round her forehead,
and pushed the sleeves of her dark calico
dress up a little higher.
Her little brother Dck-ruddy, bolster
Gus and noisy-carhe rushing i'll. 'Come,
hurry up, Eide! Sam Harlowe is a coming !
heard him whisting over the rye field. ="
No flush of color came to her pale cheek,
though Sam Harlowe was her lover, and
people said they would be married in the
fall
Dick watched her curiously.
There's cardinal flower found down
by the brook, Edie,". he said gently, an I'M
deGnable something within influencing him
to speak more tenderly to his sister. "Put
il in your hair, won't you? Mary Leavitt
always dresses up for her beau p
"Mary has leisure for dressing, Dick /;
and thank you for the flower, but bright
colors do not become me.n
GLOW do you know You never tried
them! Let me put it through your braids
please, Edie."
She inclined her head, still keeping on
with her work, while Dick arranged the
brilliant thing to his satisfaction.
''Have they finished milking, Dick ?"
''Yes; and I'll bring in the milk and help
you strain it. And then we'll go out in the
porch and see the stage go by"
One by one he brought i'll the half dozen
pals, foaming over with their liquid snow,
and Edith held the bright tin strainer while
he filled the pans.
The most Of the work was over at last,
and she pulled down her sleeves and went
out into the wide porch. Sam. Harlowe
was talking with her father, while both
leaned over the gate. He spoke to her in
the midst of his conversation with Mr.
Fernleigh.
GOOD evening, Edith-well, as was
saying, MIR. Ferneigh, crops never looked
finer! Potatoes will be prime They say
Squire Grant has sold fifty bushels Of early
blues already.
Edith listened, and looked on silently.
The picture before her was emphatically a
rural one. The wide, open doors of the
great barn sent forth sweet odors of new
mown hay the lazy COWS looked sleepily
over the bars of the yard half dozen men,
''hired hands," lay on the grass by the
grindstone, under the great apple tree, and
Mrs Fernleigh, with tuckedup dress, was
washing potatoes for breakfast at the pump.
Edith turned her eyes upon the fast fad
ing hues of sunset. Dick was fashioning a
kite close by. Sachem, the great watch
dog, came and laid his head on her feet.
A pretty rustic tableau they all formed
such as you might see in almost any twi-
light anywhere 10 the farming districts OF
New England. But you might go far with
out finding such another face as that of Edith
Fernleigh Not that wish you to under
ty, but there was a strength and suggest
iVeness in the clear gray eyes, and III the
broad, full forehead, banded with the brown
hair, that you do not often observe in tht
faces of over-worked women. The mouth
was sweet and tender, naturally, but the ex
preston which had grown upon it was hare
and tense. At twenty there were lines o
care there. This woman kept her own Sc
g. ,.l,I L.
thew were hidden-whatever she suffered
no sign would be made-and if joy came t.
her, her gratitude would be unspoken saw
to her God.
There was rumble of wheels.
1.-THE stage is coming over Hickor,
Bridge" said Sam Harlowe ''There'll b
some strangers on tonight reckon. Ih
engineers are coming to lay out the railroad
Five OF 'em-all New Workers.. was Vi
to the Corner last night, and they was 6xin,
for 'em at the tavern Mrs. Stevens wa
up to her eyes in work, and every room il
the house was airing"
The great, numbering stage, coach CT sp
slowly up the hill from the river Mrs
Fernleigh suspended work for a moment t
honor it with hurried glance
ga power OF baggage, haint there Siah2
she said to her husband; land as much a
four felIers with moustaches on top. Wei
all hope is that they'll mind their business
and not steal all our early apples and water
melons as them city boarders did last sun
mer. If they do, I'll set Sachem on 'em Sc
if I don't !"
"Serve 'em right" said Sam, heartily
GIVE no opinion of the folks that lives o
their wits instead of by honest labor. They'I
a shiftless set, generally speaking"
The stage was opposite the house nov
Edith looked up with something like curioi
ity. There were four strangers on the out
side of the vehicle, but it is doubtful if sh
saw more than one face. And that one