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

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dlsdain or the dinaer-hour that CAM
bring myself toshare."
"You don't look at all like slave t
your Apostle" A M
Perhaps not. But there's nothing
ethereal about me, hope" with right
anxious intonation.) Il do so detest girls
who don't look as if they ate their three
meals day and enjoyed them"
"Then be consoled. You somehow show
your prosperity, though not prominently,
in both face and figure"
"My prosperity" She has turned her
deep large eyes upon him rather wonder
iiDgly He has just attempted to light
match for bis eigarlin this brisk wind Fl |
ltlhatis abroad, and with nose plunged g..
INTO luminous cavern, made by. both oN
hands, feds the feat barely possible.
When next he ,speaksshe has changed the Fl
fsubject altogether
us 1t not perfect day, and is, nat this
perfect country, AS a rule L am not e..
EgiYen to noticing landscapes, either real .i.l
or on canvass, but to day demands notice.
/ ! prefer human nature Co common nature
you know 32dHI3U1 AH30NTI
j. That is because you've been brought
up among bad worldly surroundings"
she reproves preachingly, pursuing her Il
mouth little. Human nature is, all
brsmbles and scraggy dead trees and
muddy footpaths. with only here and = q
Itaere burst green living beauty, But
common nature-----p't Il 'oyuoguD
/ please donttalk like girlin a:book, ~
be interrupts with meek eimpertinence. a.
III should like to test your contemp, for
one kind of nature and your love for an.
other oy having you cast on a solitary
island little while"
lit would De charming she vociferates.
"Say for about six months, with plenty to
eat drink, wear and read all saved ffon
the wreck! I have an intense taste for
Oce"nica, out ofall the geography. Think ar.
how delicious to, 60 cruising in your 5pri-a-
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Summer tales Of Eden, lying in .dark-purple
/ spheres eff sea, Ia i'm os
as the rhapsodical young man of Locks Il
ley Hall calls them, and all the while to
teel yourself about next-door but-one to =,
the sweet probability Of becoming a
Robinson Crusoe."
"Or else food for sh lrks; I can't say
which consequence would be the least b
DIsgustipg.". 'lqq' '2>a> u'4@2 -nf9.'a''4@s
'"Pshaw! you ought to be, fond of roam.
ing round the world, you who are so-'' Z
! "Rich"is the word that she finds trem-
bling on her tongues verge, but to pro-
nounce it seems bold familiarity.
so what?" he questions, with a fair d,
amount of curiosity in voice and. eyes, a t1a
"Ah," she cries out, for a kind of an
,swer; talking Of brambles, here is hor>
rid one that has fast encd itselfto my skirt! .
Please helpme get rid of the MONSTER
Mr.. Dalgrish." e,a u. bars .@oo 1..6a d
He gives valient assistance; and while
he is giving it she rattles off more than
i
one headlong remark with view to make
him forget his recent question. And she III
succeeds; for presently they are walking
along again, and he is very tractably
listening to her opinion ON the last popu-
lar novel" A a" sas4 =, e., .-.a. enc
81 don't like the girl bit" she objects Il
with decision. 1.-THE idea of her being in
love with What's. his,n name for nearly a II
year and not knowing it Women always
know in such cases, unless they are sheer
nonenities" Isu-s6a ,i-a al @af sa9.. ~ ia
Are you sure Of that?" he murmurs,
with his lips so near her cheek that she
can feel his breath family touch it. The
wind has fallen, the sun is lower, the
dark green grassy lands wave all about
them in many graceful undulate, line
No living creature is in sight; no house;2
no sign of life except one or two bronze
brown cattle feeding in a near meadow.
1t is utterly still, and the lulled air is Ia
den with a keen, sweet perfume.
Rufus Dalgrish looks at the woman who
walks beside him, stately composed, beau I
tiful. Her pale summer draperies fall liz.
long, soft folds about nobly-molded
figure. He marks the white CLEAN of her .s
small, delicate hands; he marks the rich i i