The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-10-03
JOSEPaENE.
Written for the TRIBUNE.

Vlitten for the TRIBUNE.
BY DAISY DINGLE.
read The little dainty, scented note
oyer once more:
DEAR OLD MARdERY DO come and
mako ne nice long visit positively, |
Will not take ''no" for en- answer. |
want TO sec the awe and admiration IN
your dear, wise face, at the apledor of
our big city. How your Ingleton
eyes viii open! Oh dear I am so
tired Of eTerything-fagged to death
with dissipation, It will lie E delightful
relief to ezpend some Of my EMU on
some fresh, rustic body, Ike yourself.
Now. Aargery. for the sake of the old
school days, and our Ingleton friendship,
you won refuse me this visit? shsr
certainly expect you by Saturday.
JOSIE.
She had written Josie Winterton, but
had scratched out the last name, and
there it stood plain Josie, just as she
had signed 10 some scores of daintily
tinted notes written under cover Of the
old, scratched desk In the Ingleton
school house.
She had always been a belle in our lit
tie rustic village. Even at school, in
gay worsted frock and cloak, the boys
used TO quarrel for the privilege of
drawing her down hill on their sleds. and
at Cur social evening gatherings, Josie
Breaton could command q dozen escorts,
though, ten to one, she would refuse
them all and taking my arm, march
merily off.
and this Josie. despite her two years
Of welded life, handsome establish
ment, and gay city friends, was still the
same, the very name unsDoiled, Josie of
IDgIeton sohooldaya. She might have
chosen, even IN rustic Ingleton, gayer
and wealtLier friends than my shy, sal
loW self: but ne had always been close
allies. because, IN her little proud, impe-
rioua way, she wiiIed it 90 and, because
] was fascinated, ! think by the bright,
rich, sparkling life SO opposite to poor,
oid-fsahioned, matter-offact Me.
She had made brilliant match, Mrs
Grundy said. Her husband vas rich,
and we'll known il commercial circles:
but I had my old fashioned doubts
whether goid could possibly glamour
over all the disparagements between the
grave, elderly business man and the gay
hearted girl Of nineteen, whom he took,
before God and man, in the little, plain
parlor Of the old house in lngleton, for
better or worse till death dissolved the
compact. But as they were of course
foolish, old-fashioned doubts, I kept
them to myself.
butJosle expected NE by Saturday,
and here It vas Monday afternoon. aud
hundreds Of things 70 be seen to. There
we're inomerable trips to make to the
village store, and sundry anxious consuI-
tations between mother, aunt Maggie,
and myself, snd endless conferences
with Miss Bland, the village dressmaker,
before |, my brown leather trunk, and
bandhox were fairly on our journey.
We reached New York late a, night.
and | found my tired, dusty self in .
wide, brightly-ighted hall with Josie's
soft arms around me, sud Josies besuti
ful face all aglov with loving greeting.
You dear, cid, silly goose" said she
'hoW dare you cry when am so glad to
see your"
But il spite Of my twenty-five years, /
could net help it for this brilliant wo-
man in scarlet velvet, with creamy iapo-
MEAS IN her purple black braids, vas the
same oid, aweet, winning creature Of
other days.
How lonely she vasl Such queenly
mistress Tor her elegant home
She oyerWhelmod me with gay chat.
ter-"It was growing really lonesome
since 1Ir. Wiaterion 5 cousins went back
70 Boston, and al the house-warninp
hustle IS over; tie house is growing
really empty; It Is 50 different from
boarding. Bat you must Get acquainted
with ny husbands nephew, be is a
splendid fellow j Law student, you
knoW--staying here during vacation. Il
will be such treat to see you two to-
sethcr You must learn TO flirt, Mag
sc. Edward IS a notorious airt."
And ] suppose you are perfectly hap
py, Josie: you have so much to make
yen So you never can wish for the old
times back"
Such looki shall never forget it.
Passing Ike dark cloud quiek as light
ming, for enc brief moment. trans6gur-
Ing her beautiful face.
'Don'tyou think l have made good
exchange r said she, gaily. why