The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-05-22

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/ .sWhy in the world does lie hire outa'
Icried Fanny with dismay in her voice
dYhy Shouldn't he!" asked Olive
laughing heartily again. "He likes tn.
cou ntry, ia used to horses, and-and
ppose he can't get something better to
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"But a man like him mighty, some.
Ibody!'ieiaculafed Fanny wi it'll vehemencp.
'sNv pasiencet has he ne snbitionfa Tn
afraid I shall despise him."
aPerhaps, dear, he wouldn't mind il
YOU did. said Olive, hiding her face In
the white Asck of her baby he 10 ~
very Independent y,., ~
Surely. Why should he care what abe
thought ofhims soliloquized Fanny, her
face flushing. dT o70bas6T 10 nisfsvs r..
The next day shs met him at the table.
1t seemed strange enough to sit down
with hired help but che was forced to
10 nothing did he give the
impression of being mental.
"Sha we take hold of that fve-acre
lot thia morning." he asked respectfully
OF Mr.. Maynard, Olive husband
e ''Ne; I prefer y'u should look to the
drainage of TINT patch east of the hill, +"
was the answer. "There'll be no rain yet
swhile, and 1 want to prepare that land
for potatres." aes sd ffiw v8i'83'J
i Fanny watched Matthew Oonn out on
the sly, and Olive caught her at it.
4 want to see what kind o. dress he
werks in" said Fanny with tell-tale
cheeks'2 "a. al u Eias.a eoLI5Q f.lrT n,
"Dpn't you thiBk him little handsome
in his blouse cpd heavy i"ld 0ootss" ask.
ed Olive bHFa@ 8 o3aG gqog odT
"He is certsinly very handsome said
Far ny, frankly; "but why in the world
however" she said, stopping short, "it's
none of my business; but such min as
that should suraiJ work his own land"
AZ "That's true" said Olive, Quietly.
Time passed on. Fanny became accus
toned to eat, sit, and even talk with che
hired man.aao h}5hG@'D aoo1't
r One day Olive took her up INTO his
room.
Fanny stood aghast. It was as exquls-
tie in its way IS lady's boudoir.
T. "IIe furnished it himself" said Olive,
in reply to Fauny's hook Of surprise,
IA Wilton carpet" murmurel Fanny;
marble top set; that Psyche! those
those fbwers!-and what is thisl"
She lifted . lovely little miniature from
the table, one of the most beautiful and
refined faces che had. ever seen. od :
"Oh, one mt his friends, L suppose said
Olive, in her undemonstratiye way. "And
see how perfectly neat everything is kept;
always in this beautiful order. Do you
wonder Ha&ry callS him r0rG duis?"
Indeed, / cannot, said Fanny, slowly.
shut he must spend every cent he earns
to furnish nimself in this extraordinary
manner" sfa-f ataE Et -
HE has nothing else ~ do with his
money, DEAR" said Olive; be don't even
buy cigars. For my part, I think he is
perfectly elegant" "#---~
Fanny said nothing, but she fonnd her
self Wishing that she knew who was the
original of that lovely ministure,and try.
ing To- reconcile the tastes aud surround
Idgs OF the man himself with his servlle
occupation. Not but what the work was
good enough, and honorable for any man;
but why was he not laboring for himself
instead of another k
ic For days she thought of the miniature
Every time che met him heard him
talk or sing-he ha fine voice and was
not avtree to using it-np popped the
mysterious face with the Spanish eyes
and clustering curls. ~ a.
Eben Violent, mea ntime, had taken
advantage of her reluctant permission aud
Drought his dashinx team to Winnicut.
Poor Fanny at sight of his Respectable al
dermanlc person, his gold bowed specta-
cles, and thick, grey whiskers, felt a
strange sinking at the heart. Why would
that six-footer rlse up in her inag nation
and cause by mere force Of contrast re-.
pulsion SD terrible! sslf sts,f,.1
ITS positively wicked for me to seem
to encourage that MAUI" she said, almost
pasSlonAtely. one morning, the day after
drive. .4lraang.v
(Which mani" asked Olive. innocentIy
and their eye met. ...
The red blood few all over poor Fan.
ny's face; she felt hot to the crown on her
head---and yet why should she!
"That's a pref y question to ask?" she
exclaimed, nearly angry. 4ffsI.ta
| swell, dear, but how am I 20 know who
til It man Isl" qperied Olive, with con
scious look. Iusal
"You know it is Mr.. Wolcott," said
Fanny nearly crying god- s7o
"Well he is good man, and rich one,
was the answer. II know girls who
would jump at the chance, as the saying
j., would either mary him or cast hin
off" a1s g.aa 1a vss sap
'Pshawi" said Fanny, biting her red
lips, and few moments after she left the
room conscious of new, q painful, aud
at the same time strangely delightful ex-
perienc,. No use to try To conceal it t''
herselt-not the slightest. She loved
Matthew Dom. her sls er's hired man
How she paced the room, ha If distract