The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-08-13

lold world, about election and free will
and seemed to enjoy it. Jane had taste
for those things; and 50 it happened that
as she saw Cyrus inhls daily comipgs and
goings, stripped of disguises, in his genial
ireside humer, he grew in her favor UNI
awares; in short, his manly attributes, bis
kindiiness ard good temper, and his
handsome face won her heart without an
effort on either side. He had so grown
into b er affections that one day when she
overheard Deacon Smiley Joking him
about Agnes Price, her prophetic soul
)stirred in. her with a. mighty throe.
Everything seemed to. regole before her
eyes-the churn- flasher, the tins on the
kitchen wall, and the audrons on the
hearth; she was noliged 10 sit down on
her way to the dairy and recover herself,
with tray ef butter in her hands. ~
tItis too heavy for YOU sand Cyrus,
coming to her. relief, with. his ready
thoughtfulness, and taking the tray him
self. .s..,. e
"He'll make good husband. Cy WILL
said the deacon, while the young mans
back was turned "She'Il be lucky gall
that gifts him; and, between us, l amt no
ways partial 10 that there AggY Price
Highly ,tighty!--low, Jennie, why didn't
you set your cap for MIN, and you right
here at hand? TwouId hev bin as easy as
lynn q s1''" '' +"
"Would il?" laughed Jane, out OF the
depth of her silent misery. aEs,IduE
Of course Jane should have left off low
ing Cyrus after this; but she didn't; and
naturally he was as Blind as Others of his
sex, and never guessed what, an ache it
gave plain Jane Hutton when he dressed
up in his Sunday best, with he neck tie
she had made him on his birthday, and
rode off to pay his court to Agnes Price,
five miles across the country She was
always awake when he let himself in at
midnight, and went .tip-toelng to his
room, and she lay wondering how it must
seem to be loved by a man after your
own heart Her life seemed to promise to
be all November weather. But though
The Numbers. were SO isolated, they had
their merry -makings There was quilt
ing at Mrs. Deacon Crocket's in Number
Two, or husking at Farmer Dusenbury's
in Wheatfeld, or q haying bee at Deacon
Smiley's. with dancing in the well-swept
barn, hung with lanterns, in the evening";
and there were camp-meetipg days, and
now and then there was q wedding; and
no distance was toe far to travel. and Cy-
rus always harnessed old Dapple, and
took Jane along with him, as Agnes would
be going with her brothers; or sometimes,
if the road lead that way, be would call
for Miss Agnes, and Jane would sit on
the back seat of the wagon and only guess
at what was going on before her in the
twilight, hugging her pain in lonliness of
heart. Nobody knew but Jane was Just
as happy as the others who danced Chorus
Jigs, and College HornpSpss; Iobody ever
would have known. Sometimes there was
a preacher on the circuit, who went about
from one number to another holding
meetings. and Cyrus and his mother and
Jane put. on their best, and went the
rounds too; and Cyrus and Agnes helped
lat the singing, and fingered after the
benediction. Ore week the preacher
staid at Ferriston Farm, and asked Jane
to marry him; and though Mrs. Ferrlston
was sorry to part with her, yet advised
jane to think Of it seriously; and went so
far as to get Cyrus to talk with her about
Iit. This was the last straw. that broke
the calnel's back. Jane was sick in bed
till the preacher left The Numbers.
/ a"Dear sakes!' said Mrs. Ferriston, eff
it's going to keel Jane over like this
every time she has beau, the fewer tie
better. Girls didn't use to take it to heart
so."}s ai@a'e @341a 9%i5 34@ sa'i@11 74J ~
20, "on the whole. remarked Cyrus, "rm
glad she didn't take to him. I,'s selfish
but how could we get on without her Just
yet?" rs.
81 sppp0re you'll be, bringln' a wife
home one of these days, It's pity you
couldn't hey taken likin' to Jane your
self, and she right. handy in the house,