The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-05-05

: room, there was no need for her t. ASSUME
a reserve foreign to her frank and gcnlai
| temper; so she laughed and chattcred
freely with him, after the manner Of
, women with physicians whom they Ike
: and trust, and he found it impossible 10
resist the charm Of her sunny mood
!, Besides, another tie, closer than thar of
doctor and patient, had been discovered
between them.
One day when, in the mutual skirmsh
of wits, she had launched a delicate
arrow al some pet foible of his, he turn
ed upon her. threatening new applica-
ton of torture, and shaking ominouslv II
small phial containing some colorless
liquid.
"What are you going to do with that 2"
she demanded, half-defant, half-deprecat-
| ing.
Il am going to drop some of it behind
your cars, said the doctor, severely, to
blister them, as punishment for hearing
all that say In perversely distorted
fashion and it were not very merciful,
| should likewise bestow little upon
the Zip of your equally perverse tongue"
"Oh-h, don't, please!' cried Flosoy,
shrinking away a. he approached her.
Twill take it all back. Will it hurt
much."
Too late tor repentance now" sad
rhe doctor, in a stern voice, but gathering
away very tenderly the soft bright curl,
which chung about the pretty little ears :;
am thinking what shame 1T was that
It shouid be necessary to fret that dainty
skin with troublesome blisteIs
Fiossy held her breath, and sat trrm-
blingly expectant of some sudden, sharp
pain but the terrible drops tell harmi. IS
as if they had been water, and DR.. Blu
chanan laughed aloud at her look of sur
prise and relief
Il did PUNISH you, did not?" he
said IN glee; but The right was the whole
OF 1t. The blisters will not be painful :;
only little uncomfortable, and grea,
relief to your eyes"
But should like to know how l am
to do my hair?" said Flossy, plaintlveiy
Il shall just knot it all up at the back
of my head"
"Oh, don't" begged the doctor It's
such beautiful hair. l beg your pardon
but | have sort of right to praise it
because 1t is so Scotch-the real gold of
a highland lassie's locks The very sight
OF 1t flowing free from its ribbon mood
IN these days of draggedup and frizzled
top-knots, gives me home feeling. De-
you know have fancied more than once
that your fol bears must have been coun-
trymen OF mine? These eyes are Ger
tainly the true Scotch blue, and you don't
know how it hurts me to pour this burn
ing stuff into them"
The sudden, searching pain made Flos
sy hold her breath for a few minutes;
but, when it had subsidized somewhat, she
said, eagerly:
So you are Scotch? I never thought
OF 1t before, and yet l might have known
1t by name, and by-by-"
i By what, please ?" said the doctor,
with eager eyes on her face.
BY my learning to like you so quick
~, said Flossy, frankly, though her
color deepened under his pleased look.
For you must know, have always had
the greatest liking for everything Scotch.
The Scottish Chiefs was my first novel /;
| could spout whole pages of 1T at the
mature age of seven, ana Sir William
Wallace has been my pet hero ever since.
/ After got beyond Miss Porter, Sir Wal
ter Scott took possession of me, and
many scolding got for lessons neglect
ed because OF his destinations. To this
day no poet has ever touched me as
Burns has; and, In short, no country has
, ever interested me so much as Scotland
2 Some day | shall make a pilgrimage
there !"
: DR.. Buchanan flushed with strange
: pleasure at this earnest praise of his ain
' countree."'' And are you sure" he asked
"th"t you are not of Scotch descent your.
e self? | cannot help thinking so now
, more than ever"
e Aud think 80, too," said Flossy
| gravely. Though my father was of Irish
4 parentage. But, you know, once upon a
time-Im sure don't know when, for
never can remember dates--but not such
| very great while ago, number Of
< Scotch families exlled themselves to the
e north of Ireland for the sake of their re-
D iigion, and formed colony there, whose
descendants are still Presbyter ans an
sure my father came Of these people
though was too young ever to be talked
f to about these things. For he was the
a perfect realization in mind and person Of
S my idea of Scotch Covenanter; tall
and large and austere, with blue eyes
| that looked right through one, and q
I mouth that seldom smiled He was g
e Presbyterian, dyed in the wool, and his
idea of milk tor the babes was the Con
: fession of Faith, and the Westminster
= Catechism How well / remember stand
ing up before him of Sunday-I NEAR
! Sabbath-afternoon, about SO high begin
/, ming at What is the chief end Of q
t man ," and going through all the myster
| les of Redemption, justification, and San
5 ctification, about as understandingly as
| Deb Milton used to read Greek to he1
father And my mother sat by-she was
+ q sunny hearted EngIishw protest