The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1872-03-28

scdpeSrdce from her mind. So Mr.
| Stanley wrote the letter, and it took him
three good hours to do it and in the
morning, as it was haying time, and he
was very busy he tod Elsie he wished
she would walk down 10 the village and
put 1t in the post Office. What could have
put it into Elsie's head to do as she did,
| am sure I don't know, I will not pre-
tend to exculpate such piece Of mis-
chief, not l. [ will only state facts:
DEAR Mr.. CLARIAN ST. EyREMoNDE:
i have thought Of you great many
times since | received your letter. You
must have consideiel it very strange
that [ have noo answered it. My father
would not allow me to, for he does not
nowy u,or am sure lie would. You will
forgive him, won't you? If you would
like to come here during vacation, as you
said you would, | shall be very happy to
see you, and [ dare say my dear father
| will like you very much. | don see how
he can help it. If you have desire to
come, please take hint from the inclos-
ed letter to my cousin, Mark Blanchard.
ELSIE STANLEY.
| P. S. IF you have no use for the in-
closed, please forward it to the ad-
Dress
just think of Elsie Stanley, writing
such letter; but she did and then she
neatly folded it and inclosng the one de-
signed for 'Mr. Mark Blanchard" with
) glowing cheek and FACILITATING heart, she
directed it to Mr.. Clarian St. Evremonde,
Yale College, New Haven" and putting
on her bonnet and shawl, tripped feetly
to the Office and deposited it.
Ah she Il come round all right yet %
! said Mr.. Stanley, few days after, as be
overheard Elsie caro- ling one of her live
ly songs.
In due time, allowing for the speed of
steamboats,, rail cars and stages all the
way from Ohio, young man with pom
r dorous leather trunk alighted at MIR.
Stanley gate. 1t was after dinner and
the farmer was enjoying his afternoon
pipe, while Elsie, sitting very quietly by
his side, was reading the village news.
But all of sudden as she saw the young
t mar approaching she sprung up in the
strangest confusion and ran into the
house. Mr.. Stanley rose up, put down
his pipe, and hastily advanced to NEE,
the youth.
This must be my nephew" he sale
extending his hand Il know the true
Stanley look. I am glad to see you my
lad !"
THANK you uncle. How are you
how is Elsie?' asked the stranger warm
ly shaking hands
'She is well, and will be very glad t.
see you. Come in the house, you mus
be tired after such journey.
ELSIE Elsie Why, where has sht
flown to? Elsie Oh, here she comes +
r "Well, Elsie, we have got him at last
, this is your Cousin Mark give her ks
: that is right.
Elsie turned very pale when she frs
cast her eyes upon her cousin, who, will
i very red hair and somewhat iimpina
gait advanced to salute her then a rosy
r blush and an arch smile, but half SUP
pressed, stole over her pretty face. Bu
she blushed still deeper and drew back
!, timidly from the tender embrace hel
! young relative would fain have bestow
upon her. My own dear Elsie was
whispered in her ear.
, 80 your mother would not venture?'
said the farmer. Well | am sorry, for il
| is many long year since we met. I hope
she is well?
5 Not very; she is greatly troubled
with rheumatism
That's bad, and how are all the rest
of the folks. Uncle Jacob and Deacon
Bell?''
Dead -
BLESS me dead you don t say your
poor uncle JACOB is dead !" exclaimed
Mr.. Stanley, aghast at such news of al
only brother.
Not exactly dead-half killed with
the rheumatism | mean and the deacon
oh the deacon has gone to Nebraska. Z"
what Deacon Bell gone to Nebras-
ka Wei hal eats all Ill warrant old
Mr.. Lacy is living p
Dead year ago."
dead, is he, what killed him I should
like TO know; | though him good for
City years yet p
rheumatism, uncle.
"Rheu s.n again: What DO you
live in such climate for? Well, Mark
how DO you like your cousin Elsie $
looks. I think she is something like your
mother, who resembles the Darlings
more than the Stanleys.
1 think she is a decided darlingi' - re-
piled co usn Mark, with nlischieyous
glance AT the fair object in question.
But you look like the Stanley's, ex-
cept the red hai,; none of the family
ever had red hair" continued the farm-
er, and excuse me out L must say L
never could abide it, What makes you
limp so nephew nothing serious |
hope?
"Oh, no nothing but rheumatism. ?"
| Goodness gracious, rheumatism again
Now make yourself at home, will you
FOR [ must go and look after my horses.
Elsie take good care Of your cousin, l
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