The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-05-02
GETTING INTO THE WRONG
CARRIAGE.

1
bound train, of course behind time. The
waiting male passengers stamped out thell
impatience upon the cherries, wind swept
platform, and the females huddIed around
he stove, eadeavorlng to peep through
the dnty depot window.
Conspicuous among these might have
been seen the pretty face of June Tracy.
Sac was young, anxious and uuaccustOm.
ed TO travel alone but having received
ar invitation from an old bachelor uncle
and maiden aunt who lived liz luxurious
se!isbness alone, had, after much urging
on he part Of her mother (wno had III
ready visions of June being heir to their
immense wealth. consented TO make the
visit. The letter giving the invitation
contained minute directions how she was
10 reach the city, and informed her that
a carriage would be waiting at the New
York side Of the ferry on a specified even
ing, unless they were notified to the con
trary.
June had early and always impressed
upon her the pnmness and propriety of
| Aunt Prudence GrisWold, who was fifty
and unmarried, and tue vast wealth and
parslmouy of Uncle Nathan, anu sat with
many forebodings Of discomfort. watching
for the train, and was half tempted to let
It go on without her, when it st last dash
ed up to the platform. The cry of d" All
aboard decided the matter, and she fol-
lowed the rushing thr0ng, found herself
! hustled into a seat with scarcely any Vo
lition upon her part, and was whlrled rap
IDLY away toward her unknown and terri
bic relations.
4 long and weary ride brought her to
the depot, and, as she was preparing to
leave the cars, motherly Old lady ad.
vlsed her to muff1e up her ears or she
Would certainly freeze them in that
Isenseless little hat" She smiled in reply,
but wound soft, white wool cloud about
her head, so as 10 leave nothing visible
but pair of bright eyes, the tip of pref.
ty nose, and red, ripe lips and followed
with palpltatlng heart through the noise
and confusion, and stunned the vulgar
gaze OF the men, glad, indeed, when the
stormy river was passed.
80 young lady here for the Griswold
: carrlage?" shouted man so near her
ears as to almost deafen her.
Eyes; | ain the one," she fatered in
: reply, feeling as # she had suddenly found
a friend amid the bedlam of jostling, fight.
) ing, aud importuning.
This Way, If you please, miss"
IN a moment she was led through the
crowd, seated upon the soft cushions OF
an elegant carriage,and was driven apid-
~ through the brllliantly-lighted streets,
halt dazzled by the unaccustomed glitter
and splendor
At length it stopped i'll front of brown
stone front, the door was upened,a servant
assisted her to alight. she walked up the
broad steps, and Instantly was clasped IN
the arms of q gentleman, who rained warm
kisses upon her lips, gave her thousand
welcomes, called her pet names, in petu
ously lifted her in his strong arms, carried
her into the cosy reception room, placed
her IN al arm chair before blazing an
thracite fire, and began to relieve her OF
the cumberous wrappings. Man fashion
he tore off the cloud, and, loosening the
tastenIngs of her hair caused it to tall in
a mass OF lovely golden ripples over her
shoulders.
"What the deuce ?" he exclaimed, start
ing and crushing the jaunty little h&: In
his hands, then gazing speeches. at the
beautiful gtrl who sat completely stupe-
fed 10y the unexpected warmth of her re-
ception, and wondering whe.e was her
curmudgeon ofan uncle she had expected
to see wondering if this could possibly
be he, and, Venturlng to call him Uncle
Nathan, asked for Aunt Prudence.
Uncle Nathan Aunt Pru- the deuce
there is some mistake here, I know OF no
such persons"
mot know him Is not this their
house :" she asked, looking anxiousjy
around
1t certainly is not. Until [ SO rudeIy
removed your wrappings-for which
beg your pardon-I thought you were my
sister Eva, whom [ am expecting home
from boarding school, The mistake was
a natural one under the circumstances i"
" Is not this the house of Nathan Girls
void ?" she asked again, rising trembling
~, and with face blanched even to her
lips.
10, miss My name is Boswell, and
am master here"
1t flashed upon her In an instant that
the somewhat similarity of names had
caused her to make the mistake, and
glanclng up at the dark, handsome face
Of him whose kisses were still burning
upon her lips, her own become scarlet,
and, covering her face with her pretty
white hands, she sank back in the chair
ana burst into tears.
Fred Boswell puckered up his mouth,
and went through the motions of an i'm
aginary whistle "Poor thing!" he thought.
BY Jove! but she is handsome it is
no wonder that she became frightened at
receiving such bear embraces from an en-.
tire stranger, when she expected to be
cody welcomed by some antequatcd IN
Gle But he could not endure the torture
Of lovely Wnman'a tears mud claari !, o.