The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-09-24
Love versus PulIets.

John Seeding was pining for love
sweet Mary Murray-that is, she was
sweet to him. John was lonely orphan.
His parents had died and left him in,
sole possession Of the really good farm
upon which he resided-upon which, in
fact, he had been born. And John
wanted helpmeet. It was not with
selfshness that he wanted Mary. No
he loved her-was really and truly pin
ing for her-and yet the poor boy could
not pluck up courage to tell his love.
He had resolved often to do it, and had
as often gone back into his boots. ID
Mary Murray was also an orphan, liv-
ing with an uncle who gladly gave her
home for the help of labor and help Of
sunshine she returned. If she loved
John Seeding she had never said so.
She was modest as we'll as strong, and
if she suspected Johns attachment she
evidently awaited it's avowal from him.
When Mary came to have little female
wants of fnery which her uncle did not
feel he could afford, he told her she
might raise and keep and sell as many
hens as she pleased, and as many eggs.
She might feed them from his garner and
yard and shelter them upon his land. And
then it came about, in time, that Mary
Murray owned the finest and rarest flock
of hens in this section.
One day John resolved that he would
be fool no longer. He would know
the best Or the worst before sun set.
Dressed with care, and clean-handed,
he approached Mary's residence. With
stout, resolute heart he went up to the
door; but with the tap-tap of the brass
knocker his heart futtered and failed.
When Mary, smiling sweetly, came to
the door, the poor boy, sadly stammer-
ing, forged false excuse for his visit.
He told her he had come to look at her
spring pullets. Would she sell him
few?
Certainly. And they went out and
looked over the flock. John asked
many questions touching the qualities
of the various breeds, and in the end,
SO confounded was he by the sprightly
multiplicity of Mary's answers, that he
said he must go home and think of it,
and come again.
In few days John went again, de-
termined now to pop the momentous
question in the hen-yard. But the re-
suit was as before. The awful words
stuck fast in his throat, and again he
turned away without even pullet, or a
knowledge of his fate.
A third time John went, and third
time Mary accompanied him to the
yard, where the love-sick swain began
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"Oome john" said the dansel,
pleasantly, but with spirit, {" this is be.
coming tiresome. You ought to know
what you want by this time
WE'LL" said John, scratching his
head, "them Barma Pootras look
poorly, but, l swan |"
Mary said nothing. s.
"Them Yaller Shange's look kind'r
nice, though, don't they 2"
Mary nodded,
"But, Mary, them Golden Handbags
I swow, [ don't know"
A long pause, and then John, more
perturbed than ever, went on:
Jerewsalum Mary, your pullets
are all on 'em SO 'tarnal nice and hand
some that, really"
Another pause, at the end of which
Mary burst out
"John, if I'm the one you aOant, a0hy
don't yOW sag so 2"
The ice thus broken John fell in di-
rectly; and we can only add that before
the snow few again Mary had become
the happy and contented mistress of
his. home. Neg York Ledger.
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