The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-08-14
JOHNS WIFE.

closed-to tell the truth, although she
would have Indignantly denied it, Miss
Barbara Snyder was asleep Her maid, a
hard featured, middle-Gged woman, who
was moving about the room putting it in
order, as she did fifty times day, at her
misstre SIS command, watched her furi-
lively to see that she did not fall into
the FIRE.
"Jane," said Miss Barbara, suddenly
waking and sitting bolt upright With un.
blinking eyes, IF he comes-and am
sure he wiEl-don't let him in"
"No, ma'am." answered Jane, submits
sively.
Tell him he has seen me for the last
time, the hypocrite! to pretend always to
be So fond Of me, and then go aGd marry
an empty headed doll baby! BE sure and
send him away, Jane"
| Yes ms'am."
A sudden commotion in the lower hall
interrupted them; few bars Of popular
air, whistled in a mastery manner,a rapid
clatter Of boot heels on the stairs, and
then young gentleman, who might have
sat az a model for modern Hercules,
rushed in, and falling over an attoman,
upsetting chair, and making confusion
worse COMPOUNDED in the quiet room dash
ed at Miss Barbara and took her by storm.
"Congrstuate mel" be cried, after i'm
printing a half dozen kisses OF her with.
cred cheek. "Aunt Barbara, she is the
dearest"
"YOu may go Jane" Miss Barbara had
recovered from the shock little, and as
Jane had retired, she folded her mittened
hands tightly together, and turned upon
him.
Nephew john"
There was comicai expression of des-
pair on the young fellows face at this un-
propitious beginning. but he said nothing.
Nephew John, I'm disappointed in
you! am not angry, but 1 am deeply
grIeved-"
"Why, Aunt Barby?" The blue eyes of
her listener opened wide, but she silenced
him with stately gesture.
"Please be quiet I wish to speak.
have done my duty to you, John (there
was little tremble in her voice as she
said this, but she went on grlmly,) and
now you are just coming to manhood
(Jehn was twenty-six,) and had just be.
gun to trust in you little, and nov you
desert me f r doll-baby."
'She is not doll-bsby!" said the young
husband, Indignantly. "lf you only knew
her you would love her dearly"
"Nonsense!" the back eye snapped de-
cidedly. "All girls are fools now. a. days;
but no matter. You have chosen between
US. My will is made and will not change
it, bot you will never be again to me
what you were before"
There was real distress in John Bar
tons heart as he rose and stood before
her.
"If you onlv let me bling her here to
you," he pleaded: Il ana sorry you are
so displeased. Aunt BaGby, don't let this
part u.s."
You have chosen" The Sphynx cou' d
not have looked more unmoved. ~ OF
dered them not to admis you-you need
not come again"
"If you will obey hear me"
"But won't! good afternoon" And so
John Barton left her, with her face turn
ed away from him and her hands still
clasped before her.
Miss Barbara Snyder was proud. Miss
Barbara Snyder was wealthy. Miss Bar
bara Snyder was fond of her own way.
But she was still woman, and in her
heart of hearts she loved John Barton, her
handsome nephew, dearly. His mother,
her only sister, had died when he was q
little child, and his father dying soon
after, Miss Barbara had, in fashion,
adopted him. She had INDUCED him
from the first day of his entrance into her
house; sne bad watched over him and
made him her one object IN life. He had
been the CLEAN of sunshine in her life,
and to his honor be it said, he had never