The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-10-02


in my hands, swaying myself about as
laughed.
Mr.. Ransome broke off suddenly to say,
"There! that is just tho way you were
laughing, Miss Frank. when I opened my
eyes on You, sitting at my bedside. Do
te me what you were laughing about
that at day? Contestant you were amused
by the thogght of my ludicrous appear.
ance when l was so suddenly dismounted
by that mysterious relative Of yours-the
one that is not crazy, only little wild
an5 odd.' j1lAalA 14to 1@ =
] was sober enough before he had got
thus far and stood up suddenly, making
up my courage with great wrench.
"Mr. Ransome," began, with trem-
bling voice; just then Will came in.
Come Robert" he called out, "gon't
you come down to the lime. kiln with met
1t Is my watch until midnight, and it
would be great help to have you With
-" ava an n""A IA ~. LOU come Zoo
Frank" he continued, turning to me.
You can roast apples and sweet potatoes
for is, and it will be as good as picnic"
1 shook my head but Mr.. Ransome per-
suaded me.
Come and take look at IL at least,"
said be, land as soon ss you are tired and
cold will bring you back you know"
"Yes, come along" said Will. "don't
bother me about wraps, for it is time I
was there now. Here, this will keep you
warm, and s1atching dc wn his red COM
forter from nail in the closet, he bun.
died it about my head and neck, called
out an explanation to mother, and carried
me off between them.
| went quite silently, feeiing as if not a
WORD would come till that bitter or of
confession was over. .a...
A little bluff rose near the margin of
the larger of our "muckshaws," and in
its side father had built his lime kiln It
was fully alight might. Bright flames
qulvered and leaped from the glowing,
Ied-hot blocks of marble that heaped il
and as we drew near we heard the iron
door of the furnace open with clsng,
ana black figure, outlined on ITS intoler-
able roar, threw in great logs to feed the
roaring monsters Graded there Will
hurried on to announce his coming and
dismiss the workmen who was tending it.
and Mr.. R1nsome and sat down on a log
just far enough off to give us good view
of the great torch that lighted up the
shadows so picturesquely.
The moon wrs just rising, aad her pure
silver light mingled and yet contrasted
with the red, earthly glow of the kiln with
q wonderful effect.
"Thst fierce furnace glow reminds one
of Schiller's ballad of"Fridolen' does it
not, Miss Frank" said my companion
presently. My reply was not to the point.
"Mr. Ransome," bolted out with un-
gracious bluntness,"I told you an untruth
the other day. There was no poor rela-
tion concerned in your accident but N.Y.
SELF 1t was that ran out and frighten-
ed your horse and nearly killed Vou."
"There it was done now; no taking tae
words back again. sat looking off at
the moonlit waters Of the lakelet with nv
heart beating fast and heavily. Silence
continued till at last looked up at my
companion. wishing he would make some
kind If an answer. be it what it might.
He was looking full at me, and smiling,
too, but the light in his eyes looked like
kindness, not scorn.
do you think did not know that be-
fore?" he said quietly then.
"You knew all the time was a-?"
"Stop," he interposed. ~ don't call
my friends names, if you please. did
not feel sure at first that it was you.
though you soon fitted into the likeness Of
the instantaneous photograph my brain
took of you as I fell. It did not need
this"-he touched lightly the scarf wound
round my head-"to complete the like
ness, though it is the exact frame my pic
ture was set in, little bright curls at the
edge, and all. Why" he hesitated and
broke into a brighter smile; "why, you
creature of fire and air, who else could 1t
be?"
I felt half choked with conflicting