The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-10-28


" He is certainly twice as old as -
Wcll?"
al think that is enough"
Ny father opened his eyes with aston
! ishment.
! DO yen mean to say that you would
rot marry him if you had the chance. >
/ !" Yes, that's what l mean.
| /" Bless my soul !" cried my father; are
Ayou SAN?
| Perfectly"
I Father looked incredulous.
You read too much poetry, child.
| You are woman now, and it is high
Tine for you to Danish those sentimental
ideas from your silly head. Such an ep
,,prtunity does uct Come but once in
woman's lifetime"
81 should hope not" &sf
Father stamped his feet with rage and
looked unutterabIe things. / took up
Ldttab RoQjtt and began reading the Fire
Worsiiippers
Beatrice, do you wish to bring my
gray hairs with sorrow to the grave?"
No; but / have tolive with my hus-
band through life, and I would much
rather have one OK my own choosing"
9 Yes, yes, my child; but l have lived
longer than you, and think my Judgment
| is better. / wish to see you happily mar
ried | don't want you to marry some
| sc'undrel Without "a cent in his pocket,
and have 10 wear your life out as his
dradg: rs the vile Of Mr. Cattle, you
will !ead q iiie Of luxury and ease"
| :" A life Of miseFv!"
/ My ather looked grave but said no
NOR, and soon after left the room.
! Such is che perversity of female human
nature that hink if that scoundrel with
oat cent, had proposed just at that mo
tnent, should have accepted him at once
believe women are like the Irishman :
alg. He wi shed to drive the pig to Dub
liz, but be made him believe he wished
| Tim to go in the opposite direction. Con-
seqnently the pig was bound for Dublin,
ana to Dublin he went.
Mr. CaFule never calied again think
father put flea in his ear, for he saw
plainly that / was not to be driven into
u un on WITH man [ did not like
About this time father hired new
clerk. He was rather good looking and
nil NY young ady friends voted him
proper nice young man. presume he
was what father called THAT scoundrcl
without cent in his pocket" TO be
sure be was dressed eleg ntly, but have
not the slightest idea that the coat he
had on his back was paid for; but what
of that? Wasn't he agreeable? Couldn't
he whisper soft nonsense for an entire
EVENING" Hadn't hi all the poetry of the
afftc' inns by heart? Then he wrote about
love and moonshlDe IN splendid rhymes
on scented paper, and he gave these effu
sions tn me. | almost tho, ght [ loved
hm ana | am sure he luv~d me, for he
lold me 3d. had it all written out III
black and white, III the most elegant verse
ever read.
Father tried to keep cool through all
this, but it was terrible hard work tor
him To do SO. Once | heard him tell
mother that if was bound 70 go To the
deuce, he didn't know as he could help
| it.
"It's only a hirtation,' mother saia.
filtration indeed! | tell you she is be
witched after him. my father said, and
then he added, "wcli, it's not quite AS bad
as it might be. Thorseidorf isn't bad
young man; of course he hasn't got a
cent, but if they are bound to marry, I'll
do the best | can orhlm, and possibly he
may make something yet. Esq
| My arder cooled 1T once. There WASH;
opposition enough to feed the flame; anu
consequently my love died out. T a.
evening MIR. Thorseldort called. | *
ceived him very conlly. lie noticed it,
and eXerted himself co be agreeable, but
It was asignal failure. never smiled once
while he remained. When he arose tn
depart, | followed him to the door and
informed him, rs gently as | could, his
company could bedispensed with.
What has happened, Beatricc?" he
asked.
Nothing"
You do not love me!"
You are good at guessing, Mr.. Thor
seldorf, | answered, smiling for the
| first time that evening
Heartless," he muttered.
con, no, but / should be had I given
my heart to you." e4Ea at& %8
Mr.. Thorseldorf TANNED his nat over
his eyes and departed. / never saw him
after | noticed change IN my fathers
manner immed lately after. ] saw his
hopes had revived. He treated me In
the most atfectionate manner, and for
some time all went we'll. Bnt when every
thing seems to be going well with you,
you may be sure something is to happen.
h. We always found 50.
| 1t was at Mrs. Tremain's sciree that
met Anlnidab Fagge. Mr.. Fagge was a
very common looking mortal He had
red hair. gray eyes, ire-red mustache,
"a broken nose, and yariegated skin
He was six feet in length and three in
ches In thickness. When he walked you
expected to see him fall to pieces every
minute. don't think he was properly
put together; he squinted terribly and
his voice squeaked.