The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-09-25


"Oh, don't know" sighed Mrs. Am
brose piteously; Il think would rather
have young person, even If she did
wear chignons and feathers Widows
are 90"
She stopped suddenly, remembering
that was a widow, and went on to
fresh sentence; but wondered what she
was going t. say.
II know I shall be afraid of her." she
said. "And she is going to play the organ
and manage the choir; she.will be sure TO
want her own way in everything, and it
wont be nice and comfortable as 1t used
to be. And then, my dear, she is certain
to be quite young; no middle-aged person
would have taken the trouble t., train her.
self. even ifshe had the cleverress, which
isn't lrkely. Depend upon it, she will be
young and prettv,'and all the shopmep
will be falling in love with her, and peo-
pie will talk scandal, and there will be
unpleasantness."
II don't SEQ that it follows" l said
rather sharply; for / did net like the way
she spoke of widows. 1t is very odd; but
women whose'husbands are alive always
give themselves airs about us. think it
is benausssthsy are Jealous Of sour power
Of marrying again, having, as it were,
two chances to their one, at leasa,I ca nnst
discover any other reason; but Of course,
there may be one that don't know Of
CHAPTER II.
In fortnight Mrs. Henry arrived. It
was long journey from Hartley to st.
Bridget's and the last four miles had to
b. dsns by road in an omnibus that jolt
ed good deal, so that people were apt
to be tired when they reached the town.
Mr.. Ambrose, like,the courtly old gentle
man he was, went down 70 meet the new
mistress at the Silver Fish, where the
new omnibus always stopped.
ri dare say she will like to ge straight
home, but you had better invite her to
come here to tea" said his wife. as he
went away. And /, hearing the invita-.
ton given, and being very curious to see
Mrs. Henry, thought it would be unkind
90 leave Mrs. Ambrose alone during the
interval of expectation.
"Now they are coming" cried the poor
lady, as we heard the garden.doer open.
u shan't know what to say to her, Mrs
Acton wish l hadn't asked her to come. ="
Its no matter. for the vicar ia alone"
| replied, looking out of the window,
whence could see that gentleman rapid
y approaching the house.
He came straight to US, but hla face
wore an expression of dismay.
"Well" we cried. IS he entered; then
seeing his face, his wife exc aimed. 20,
Justin. what is it? Is she so very bad?"
"Bad!" cried the vicar, standing in front
Of US. "What the dickens could Dobson
send her here for. wrote for school
mistress, didn't I, Mrs Acton9"..
Il believe go" replied meekly; "has
he sent one?"
ooh, Go tell Us what it is" cntreated
Mrs. Ambrose, wringing her little white
fingers. EDO tell US what she is"
"My dear she is lady," said the vicar;
and then he sat down and looked at US,
and we looked at him.
For few moments we were too much
astonished to speak
"a LADY, what shall we do with herr,
gasped Mrs. Ambrose presently, as all the
social &C Implications of the position rose
before her.
That's the bother of it; I forsee all
sorts of difficulties" sighed the vicar;
"but 1t can't be helped, and" he added,
Frightening, perhaps other people wont
find it outfit Ne don't tell them"
How is she dreesed?" asked eagerly.
'AIl in black, looking small and
straight, nehow."
us she pretty?"
"No."
"Then they won't find her out," said,
emphatically. eff woman isn't pretty
and well dressed and does call CAL her
self lady, che will only be found out by
her own class"
"How can you xnow?' said the vicac,
looking at me.