The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-10-02

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WAS it here at this house. Miss Fergu
son that met with this accidents" mo-
tioning toward his bandaged head.
81 cannot feel sure of anything since
that"
"You were certainly thrown from your
horse in front of this very house," an
swered. thinking how very sure I was Of
that matter.
"And the apparition which frightened
my horse and me: began to remember
about that now. Who or what was it. 90
you know?"1 go 2.'5 ag i., 32aas
1t was anything but pleasant to be cor
nered by that question the first thing!
Some one opened the door suddenly. I
believe" it came out very reluctantly.
"But now you must take your medicine
and really not speak another word"
And administered the draught, and
shifted the pillows, and brushed up the
hearth, and moved hither and yon in the
room, setting down at last upon chair
at some distance from the bed, in hopes
that the subject WAS hustled out of his
head. No; the lrrepressible young man
began again, the moment l ceased moving
about.
ut was not the door opening, think.
Black Ranger is not disturbed by a
trife. But it was the oldest looking
creature charged out at me; and such a
yell it gave! Was it crazy person, Miss
Ferguson?" sE a"T4
Was going to eat humble pie and con-
fess myself the creature, the crazy person.
spoken of by this man, whose bright
brown eyes watching me SC steadily, hid
in them, fancied, such possibilities of
scorntul laughter? No, could not.
1.-THE person who was so unfortunate as
to startle your horse is not insane, Mr..
Ransome, though she acts very wildly and
oddly sometimes. She is poor relation
of our family who happened to be here
that day. No lie there added mentally,
turning on conscience, as she gave me
disagreeable prick; and | went on with
cold dignity. eve are exceedingly sorry
about the. whole unfortunate affair, Mr..
Ransome. That is, mother and I, who
were the only ones present when our rela
tive too kthe sudden whim of driving
away a strange animal she thought she
heard outside. # you will kindly forget
it, or at least ignore 1t, it will be q real
kindness on the poor woman's account.
Oh, conscience, conscience, why did
you not prick me harder before I said it?
When he assented with courteous gravity.
making light of the accident, which he
said had only impaired few days of his
stay, my father had kindly invited him
to make in Indiana with Us, and sub
mitted to the silence again recommend
ed. set to work at my crochet;ng with
burning cheeks, and heart lying in my
bosom like lump of lead. Now I re-
alize that might have owned up at first
at the cost of tr:fing modification, but
this lie! it would be a thousand times
worse to confess this too. So I said moth
ins when father and Will discussed with
our convalescing patient the merits of
Black Ranger Qong since Installed in our
stable,) and condoled with him on the
vice of skittishness which had caused his
accident, as one of the worst tricks the
horse could have; remarks which Mr..
Ransome received impassively, never
tempted into defending his horses char
acter. Nothing through the days that
followed his recovery, when every one
discovered in him some trait of pleasant
ness or Kindness, Of keen intelligence
that would have made the visit of his
time of great enjoyment to me as to 9TH
ers, had it not been for the thought OF
hat ugly bit of deceit lying coiled like
snake under the fowery pleasantness OF
time.
Mother taxed me with not seeming like
myself. That might wei! be, but I did
not tell her why. never saw her show
so sudden friendship for any one as for
Robert Ransome; but did not wonder
at it, fol- his manner to her was most in
gratatlng-son-like, almost lover elk.
TWAS no doubt the memory of bis own