The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-08-12

moment she interested me; her wide pale
eyes, narrowed and grew intense; she cast
a quick, furtive glance after Louise, and
|around the room, curving her little white
neck, and strange, bright smile fitting
over her lips. I thought instantly of Col
eridge's Geraldine with the evil eye, and
just for fun lifted the table cover and
put my head and shoulders out SO that
she coula see me. I am afraid grinned
at her. She shrieked and flung her hands
before her face Louise came running
back, and asked what had frightened her.
"Oh!" she whispered, "such dreadful
face peered at me from under the table
There it is again !" and she shuddered.
"Charles |" exclaimed Louise, looking
around, "come out, you naughty boy, and
speak to Miss Grey. It's only my brother
Charlie, our pet He is full of freaks.
One never knows where he isl
Emily Grey looked at me like the sad
dest and sweetest little creature that ever
lived, as went up to her, and she reach
ed out her small white hand to me, and
said in a low, musical voice, so this is
dear Charlie / have heard of him. We
will be friends, won't we?"
Twill you tell me stories ?" l asked.
She laughed merrily.
eyes, heaps of them, child"
"Did you love Harry ?" asked again
She shivered at that, and looked i'm
ploringly at Louise.
"Charlie, you are unkind," said Louise,
reproachfully. m
"Well, then, I won't ask her if she loved
Harry. I'll go off and read my book OF
hobgoblins."
ooh, no! don't be vexed, Charlie" said
Emily, with great sweetness. "Stay by
me, and 1 will tell you story" So |
stopped, and she told me senseless story
of two girls who went to schools. When
| saw-it wasn't going to amount to any
thing, started to leave her.
81 don't like that said, 81 like witch
stories
"Ah!' she replied, smiling, perhaps
this will be better" And then she told
story of an old witch who had throne
down in the slime of the sea, with string
Of bones around her neck, and toad
perched on each shoulder. And this witch
bought souls, and gave people power over
hearts in exchange
"That was good story!' [ said at the
end.
"And now, dear Charlie, go to bed"
Louise directed So 1 kissed my pretty
sisters hand and glided off.
Emily very soon learned to be perfect
ly at home with us. She seemed to wind
herself about the hearts of my father and
mother, and as for Louise-Lou1se would
have walked over burning plough shares
to do her service [ liked her about half
the time, and the other half felt like
teasing her. She would grow SO white
and terrified when sprang out at her
from behind curtains or doors. More than
ever wished that | had fairy power, to
change myself into all sorts of shapes-a
tiny flea to hop into her ear, a yellow
snake to Irvine myself with her curls, a
mouse to run over her pillow, or an elf in
her desk to open her letters She was
such an absurd coward. But being four
feet high and not fairy, I could only find
my wicked pleasure in annoying her, by
constant surveillance and sudden starts
She seemed afraid to be angry with me,
and never exposed me. Perhaps her con-
science, made her uneasy, for my dear, in
nCcent hearted Louise never was startled
or terrified by her dwarf Charles tricks.
O. slender,willewy Emily, yellow haired
Emily, my brothers darling! why were
you not all Louise dreamed you,-pure-
hearted and true, sorrowing and loving :?
My father treated her as another daugh-
ter, and declared she should never leave
us. My mother gradually came to consult
her exquisite taste in all little matters
which Louise formerly decided And at
last they even insisted on her putting off
the badge of her fidelity to Harry her
mourning-despite the sad little shake of
her head in remonstrance.
"She shall not make q nun Of herself"
exclaimed my father.
My heart will be in mourning all the
time" she whispered to Louise; and LOU
Use kissed her.
Spring came and our mother commenced
house cleaning on grand scale; every
room was visited, secured and painted,
and the furniture rearranged How she
made the servants fly about Every one
wished it we'll at an end every one but
me; [ found too much fun in it. | rolled
over on mattresses; made nests to curl my
self up in among heaps of blankets; rev
elled in hidden relics brought to light
perched myself ON cupboard shelves read
Gulliver's Travels undisturbed in the pan
try byla jar of sweetmeats and dozen
times nearly tripped up our portly butler
as he was carrying loaded tray up stairs
4 When the raids extended to the sitting
rooms, [ found unanticipated pleasure
The statuettes Of bronze and marble had
d always looked at each other so unmoved
from their different corners, that it pro
voked me. had read somewhere in a
1 German story of g house where the China
j figures of shepherdess and chimney
sweep made love to each other when nc
one was in the room, and finally ran of
together. Twas always hoping something
of the kind might happen in our art col
|. lection, and now. when all the casts AND