The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-08-07

the regular shapely teeth its frequent
smile shows, and figure that is full
of easy curves,sthough trim and slen.
der. N . N O. 2 G
She presents an exact physical re-
verse Of Mrs. NHeath's lazy lavish,
nodded Junonian type. She never
lounges on ottomans and other tufted
temptations of the flesh, and the
weather of Java itself doesn't seem
to affect her disregard for, FANS My
first attempt at being downright en-
pertaining is made little while after
breakfast. Heath, good, gaccommo.
dating nondescript that he is, has
Just permitted himself to be dragged
out into some dolefullyg idyllic sitlula-
lion under tree by that liinane little
Bartholomew girl, who either can't or
won't see the ugly antagonist be-
tween fresh green grass and virginia.
colored duck trowsers. Mrs, Heath
has poised herself ongone ofnthe hall
lounges in an attitude Oriental enough
narrowly to- miss being improper,
though 1T is beyond all question be-
coming; while Louis Burnette, hav-
ing his curled yellow head probably
less than an inch from her cheek,
treats what he reads aloud from a
blue and gold 'Lucille" with enough
elocutional cruelty to make Mr., Owen
Meredith commit justifiable homicide.
Under these circumstances we in
the sitting-room begin an exchange
of remarks. / grow nervous very
soon, and lose lots of confidence I
am trying to do what I never before
tried to do-create a good impress
ion. I find it amazingly hard work.
i discover that throughout my NOR
tai career, up to the present moment,
II have rigidly avoided the most shad-
owy sort of effort to make anybody
like me. Ihaye Systematically adopt
ed course of coolest indifference as
to whether TOMS opinion Of me sur
passed Dicks in friendly fervor, or
whether Harfy's was more cordial than
either. AS for women, they generally
have done three good folrths of the talk
ing. made every vestage of anything like
an advance, and shown dispositions to
continue gracious as long as I remained
near by to render them so. ,.Eiu+ sti.i
It is the old story. Set silly handed
Baronet" to breaking stones and you will
find what sad work is the result. STUN
bic in my sentences serve up an over
done piece of civility one moment and an
underdone piece the next; l am the vile
an.ipodes of my customary suave self. 39a
She appears, however, to be quite TN.
conscious Of all this. / feel infinitely
comforted by the thought. Th at loathed
Cleveland business wears already faint
haze of distance across its hideous pros
pect. A vague picture begins even now
to shape itself in my fancy. fepossess
all the old lost luxuries of living; re
gain that beatific state which prevents
man from having any special regard
about how the few odd thousands of his
income happen to take flight. All, whar
threefold joy to have again after once
having had
Yes. she undoubtedly talks to me as
though she liked me. Perhaps she de-
tects certain Turing fel city about my
mustache, or a powerful fascination in
the size of my ear, or an intense attract
iveness in the way, my hair meets the
nape, Of my neck, or any other feature of
the nonsensical sort by which women are
very often charmed into nonsensical at
tdchments, -
| o mustache, O ear, o hair, Q nape of
the neck, o every personal beauty which
1 may have the good fortune to possess,
plead now in my behalf! Perhaps by
Tomorrow my awkwardness will have
worn off a trifle, and something Of such
pleading may be done with my own lips.
Meanwhile I cannot despond. I have in
deed every reason to hope.