The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-08-07
THE WORST MATCH OF THE
SEASON..
IN HIS VOICE.

Heath. And, bythcWay, Twas pre-
pared for the fiat reverse of benevo.
lence from her hands. ] believe
fwhen I took the trouble to believe at
all on this subject) that she mildly
loathed me. l thought she had never
forgotten a certain event or two con
nected with the past-the dear lirreL
Iyocable days whenaI hadn't lost my
money and stood forth the CROWN and
| flower, efl6 marriagebleI New York
bachelorhood; when. alas, she was
Ipoorlittle Fanny Chichester, and no
coming b millionaire, like Archibald
Heath, Esql,had as yet cast his shad-
ows before. Doubtless / behaved
with more ornlesse villainy then |; it
certainlyis fmeauf spirited for asfel-
lowyto t1'ifie away a girI's time under
such circumstances-time that is
money to the NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS. crea-
ture. 1t is just like putting ones
hand into ones pocket while pa
thetic-looking mendicant stands by,
and then Withdrawing the hand emp
ty, to the mendicant's painful amaze.
ment. $3.50
But most surely all satire is ILL
timed which I may presume to, level
against Mrs: Archibald Heath. We
have changed PLACES, she and I, since
those departed days, Her end of the
sesaw has gone majestically up, mine
discretionary down. Doubtless j
ought to feel grateful enough for be.
| ing asked here to this lovely Laurel
wood by lady whose invitations are
often groveled for and then notlgot-
ten; and perhaps if I belonged among
the scramblers and the elbowers, my
exquisite triumph would be like re-
cfiving new sense a3romal4 7nsL
We'll, as tits, I am grateful exceed
ingly. A nature that can forget an
injury, or rather remember it we'll
enough to return it with kindness,
comes nearer to that human state
which merits canonization than in
any other instance [ can hit upon.
This seems to be precisely the case
with Mrs. Heath. I am asked to
Laurelwoo1, and among the three
other people who are asked contem-
poraneously there is a certain Miss
Lillian Martel, a relative of Mrs.
Heath's husband.
This. evening, after | have been
having rather endurable talk with
the girl, aid have been languidly
making up my mind to like ner as
long as l am here "a lapse of time
whose duration yet remains among
the futures mysteries). what should
occur but sort of little private inter
view with nay hostess I? atssi ~ nt
"How do you like her Y'' Mrs
Heath wants to know, lingering g
spray of moonlit honeysuckle as We
stand together on the spacious piazza
this peerless placid colored Jul,
might. d alu TGW sis 10 !
1 am in sort of absent mood, anG
don't answer at all precipitately. A
little insidious moonlight has pushed
itself through the dense honeysuck
els, and is tinging my companion'r
large, full-moulded arm till the firm
clear flesh looks like sculptured pearl
l am thinking how once, in an impas
stoned youthful moment, my lips
well, well; the arm is a finer physi
cal specimen now than it was then
Why does nature refuse to- let SC
many women fulfil their corporea
promises till marriage has furnished
its gracious permission for such de
velopment? fHow. dol like her p
| repeat lazilyy SHer ? you NEAR
Miss Martel % a 6r. E.Ha +,
"Of course with dash of lmpa
tience). la orr 3.toqi3aGma III
ooh, certainly" (while I am wax