The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-02-13
HOW HARRY BEAT HIS UNCLE

II never did see such q sight in all my
llfe,' quoth Mrs. Marley, elevating he
two rheumatism twisted hands in the air
dust on them beautiful velvet carpets
glass IN the conservatory windows al
broken; chickens scratching up all thu
Igeranlums on the front lawn, and the laZ,
servants dawdlihg away their preciou
time, while poor dear Mr.. Avenel anC
Harry don't know any more what's going
on than If they were boarders. Says |
Dear heart alive, Mr. Avenel, this il
enough to make your poor wife turn il
her grave Says he-You know hi
pleasant MAXWELL know it isn't jus
right, Mrs. Marley, but what oan L do?
And ANSWERS, says Get housekeeper.
Says he 'Where?' Says l, Advertise Says
Says he, Mrs. Marley, you've hit the nail
on the head. I'll advertise tomorrow.
And that's how the paragraph happened
to be in the papers"
Here Mrs Marley stopped 20 catch
breath, and nodded emphatically at her
auditor. a pale woman, dressed in deep
mourning, with the unbecoming frame
work of u widows cap around her face.
"And do you think | would suit the
gentleman?" the latter asked timidy.
You can but Try" was Mrs. Narley's
encouraging reply. Mr.. Avenel's as easy
as lamb, and rot one O them as is ever
Ilastlngly checking off bills and counting
nickle pennies, and HArrys dreadful
pleasant tempered. Any way, if | was
Jou, Mrs. Hawkhurst. I'd 90 up and see. y
And Mrs. Hawkhurst, holding her pref
tg little daughter by the hand, went up
accordingly to the handsome stone house
on the hill.
There she found Mr.. Avenel in state
of temporary siege, for Others besides her
self had seen the tempting advertisement,
and made haste To answer 1t. There were
fat women and lean, tall women and short,
Scotch women and Germans, smiling
sloyenly women, and trim .sharp-visaged
women; women who had seen better days,
and women who evidently hadn't.
Mrs. Hawkhurst looked around some
what discouraged by the formidable array
of rivals.
"There's 70 hope for me-" she thought
dispairingly, and was just abont to tuln
away, with the timId Juliet clinglng to
her arm, when Harry Avenel advanced
"Do you wish to see my uncle, ma'am?"
he asked courteousy
W-I called ABOUT the housekeeper's
situation" meekly murmured the widow.
And Harry showed her in at once.
The fat and the tall, the Scotch and the
Germans, the sour and the sweet, went.
Mr.. Avenel decided to engage Mrs. Hawk
hurst as his housekeeper, with permission
to keep Juliet with her.
''She is all have, sir" said the house
keeper alphabetically; and she will try to
be useful about the house.
"How old is she?" asked Mr. A venel.
Fifteen, SIR"
"Well, let her stay said the widower,
good humoredly. She'll eat no more
than a chicken, and dare say she can do
a great many odd things about the place."
Mrs. Hawkhurst proved herself an ex
ecutive ofhceress of the greatest ability
Gradually the "chaos and old night" of
the Avenel Place was reduced to system
and order. The wheels of housekeeping
revolved so softly that no one knew that
they moved, yet these were the results.
You scarce ever saw the housekeeper
glide about the halls, yet the servants de-
clared her omnipresent. Mr.. Aveuel
found himself actually the inha bitant of
a home once more.
He was sitting on a piazza, one day,
smoking his cigar, and watching the
graceful movements of Juliet Hawkh urst,
as she was planting trailing vines in
marble vase that occupied the centre of
the lawn, when Mrs. Marley came out.
"a nice evening, sir, said Mrs. Marley.
ooh there she is"
"Who?" Mr.. Ayenel asked.
"Why that foolish child, Juliet" an
swered the old lady sharply. Il ha'nt no
patience with her.
"What has she been doing nowP" asked
the widower with an amused look.
"Why she's refused Ben Nichols eldest
SON, as likely and beforehanded a young
Teller as there is in the country"
Mr. Ayenel started.
"Ben Nichols! Why Mrs. Marley, and
its high time she thought of settling"
Dir. Avenel looked across to where
Juliet stood In her pink bingham dress,
the soft summer wind stirring her curls,
and her cheeks as softly tinted as the
standard rose on the lawn. Seventeen!
Was it possible that little Juliet Hawk
hurst had grown to be seventeen years
old? Oh relentless time that would not
stand still! Oh, cruel years, that went by
and stole the fair brightness of CHI ldhood
away So, Ben Nichols had actually ask
ed Juliet Hawkhurst to be his wife!
~ wish you and Harry'd talk serious to
her bout it," went on Mrs. Marley. 'Taint
likely she'll hev any more such chances y
"No, to be sure not" said Mr.. Avenel
abstractedly.
And o'course sh'd oughter think it
over WELL" added Mrs. Marley.
20 certainly to be sure!'
When Harry Avenel came home from