The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-02-13

mo, hardly think that would answer
my purpose: but, Harry --"
"Well, ancle?'
! Mr.. Avenel looked slightly sheepish.
Cant you imagine any other way Of
keeping her here? he asked.
} Harry stared at his uncle. Mr.. Avenel
felt disposed to give him hearty shake
J for his stupidity.
"Oh!' cried the young man, with a sud
den drawing of lucidity over the darkness
, Of the brain. You don: mean matrimony,
; uncle?"
1"Yes, dor quoth Mr. Avenel stoutly.
J"Would you object, Harry" es
81, uncle?"
Because you are the only person In
terested beside myself--and her"
my greatest interest uncle, IL to see
you happy" the young man answered,
wringing the elders hand. "And-if l
too, should conclude to marry, at no very
distant day"
"Why, them" cried Mr. Avenel gaily,
tive can all live together, just as we do
now, and be the happest family in the
world"
Juliet Hawkhurst was standing by the
little side garden gate that evening,
thoughtfullv watching, over her right
shoulder, of course, the slender silver
CT esent of the new moon. Juliet had GER
tainly blossomed into \ perfect little rose
OF maiden, during the years she had
been an inmate of Avenel Place. She
was fair. haired and rosy, with long eye
lashes deep blue eyes, full Of the shade NY
urple CLEANS, and complexion like
rose colored satin; and, moreover, there
was in her very movements self-possess-
ed grace and dignity of mien. that was
lnexpressibly charming, Juliet Hawkhurst
had been born lady, but untoward fate
had made housekeeper's daughter of
| hel.
As she stood there, leaning over the
iron rail of the gate, footstep sounded
behind her.
"Juliet!'
She turned with little rose blush, aud
a smile that she fam would have conceal
ed, and Harry Avenel came up, and stood
close beside her.
little elf, you thought you had hidden
away from me, but you see have con
trived 10 find you out, even here! What
makes you blush, and look so confused?"
do II" And Juliet fixed her gaze on
the green turf at her feet, where single
yellow dandelion Was closing its eye of
dawny gold for the night.
"Listen!" cried Harry triumphantly
i've got piece of news for you"
"What is it?"
."What should you think of stepfalher,
eh little one?"
Juliet looked up this time in real and
genuine establishment.
"a steptather, Harry?"
"My uncle has confided to me this
evening that he thinks of marrying, Juli-
ct, and, from all that I can gather, the
bride is none other than your mother.
So when we are married, there will be
cice little family circle of US, ehp"
And the audacious young man belted
her slender waist with his. arm and ven
tured to draw her little closer to him.
"Oh, but Harry, you are all wrong.
cried Juliet crImsoning and smiling like
a June flower. II meant to tell you of it,
but somehow, the words would not come
to my lips. Your uncle told me, also, that
he had concluded to marry again, and
he asked me to be his WIFE"
"The mischief he didp' cried Harry,
starting back as though some one had
struck him blow. "Yuu! Why Juliet,
you are young enough to he his daughter!"
"Perhaps am" said Juliet, meekly
"And what did you tell him? You ac-
copied him. of course? He is rich and
am poor. and all the girls like gold"
Harry"
"Tell me quickly, Juliet" he cried, al
most passonately. Don't keep me longer
In suspense"
Il told him." Juliet answered, innocent
ly, "that i had already promised 20 marry
you"
MY little dove!" and Harry Aveners
dark face frightened into sunshine once
again. "Ani you we're right, for May aud
November never yet were happily mated
My uncle is an old fool, and yet can't
blame him, Juliet, when 1 look al your
sweet face"
| The countenance of Mr.. Avenel was
| slightly confused when he met his nephew
at the breakfast table the next morning,
but further than that, there was no sign
of the discontinue he bad undergone.
He gave Juliet an exquisite set of we'd
ding pearls when she was married, and
congratulated Harry after a cordial fash.
ion. But he never proposed to Mrs
Hawkhurst, and, as she never expected
anything of the sort, no harm was done
And everything goes on TT Avenel
Place just precisely as it ought. Mr..
Avenel keeps his housekeeper and Harry
has gained wife.
[ a - w-s-
A San Francisco lawyer one day last
week went down on the wharf to breathe
the invigorating atmosphere of the bay.
He had been there but few minutes.
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