The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-04-30


|demurred feebly.
Il am afraid it will hardly hold my
weight Miss-Miss--. Perhaps the
Eboy--
But the boy had put his burden down
and disappeared.
] "Try. said the girl, with monosyllabic
severity.
/ And tired. What else could I do?
The crazy article creaked terribly, and
then gave portentous snap.
"Mrs Bosely groaned.
"Yru had better get down again. OBJ
served my tyrant, lmly. II did not
know you were so heavy. Never mind.
III do It, and you can hold The chair, and
give me the nails.
She sprang up as she spoke. There
was only gentle creak this time.
thought.of St. Anthony; but how shut
my eyes now when had TO hand her the
nails? Such pretty little, plump hand,
too, as took them! 1t went to my heart
to- see how often the f4t-iron came down
on the soft. taper fingers instead of the
refractory nail. Mrs. Bosely groaned at
intervals. She was evidently in the depths
of depression Three uucombed male
heads blocked up,tbe sooty little window
without. Audible comments on whatever
Darson wor up TO with that ere swell girl
foate1 on the all, | felt hot, red in the
face-not happy, by any means; and yet I
was almost sorry when the task was done,
and stepping down from her perch as
lightly as q sparrow, she began to draw
on her gloves with triumphant
Doesn't your door look beautiful, Mrs
Bosely' Now, don't you ever complain
of a draugnt again.
mo, miss, that never wont said Mrs.
BoseIy, with prompt fervor.
"And if your rheumatism keeps bad.
tell me, and we'll try the Turkish baths.
"Dont ee talk ont, mis-. 'Taint moth
ing to speak on, it amt.
"All right. Good-by, then, or | shall
be too late for our at home. Good after
noon. Mr. Chasuble. Muck obliged foy
yovr help.
And so with shake Of the crones hand
and a smiling nod to me she was gone,
How dark the room lookedl
Ladies never think as they're keepin
US waitin for our teee, grumbled Mrs
Cosely, ungratefully; and seeing her rise
and begin to tumble with a big black
kettle. took the hint and departed like
wise.
also wanted my tea, or rather my din
ner; and yet was not so hungry now as I
had been awhile ago Out of the pud-
dies Of links alley, through the dingy
smuttiness Of Silver street, past the sun
lit hustle of Noting hill, down modest
row of shops. terminating in some equally
modest lodging houses, giving (as the
French say on large diary, cab stand,
dissenting chapel, and music shop; and
so into my own abode, the first of row
m furn; nod a no rt,ronto
It had never occurred to me before;
but how lonely they looked!
Jane, the lodglng-house slavey "a
young jamsel of plump form and smut
embelished face, clad IN dirty cotton
frock, fastened with huge brass pins at
the back, which pins had a trick of giv-
ing way and bursting out at the smallest
provocation, and in manner which was
positively alarming when enc regarded
the amplitude of her proportions; with .
huge chignon, composed of duty black
wool, over which occasional sire ks of
greasy light halr meanQered caprlciously,
and ornamented by tapping oval of
ragged crochet always on one side-brot
me my dinner. G., a large fat chop,
black without, crimson within, and swim
ing in pond of oil aud cinders, three
humid potatoes, decorated with many
black epots. and a segment of cold rice
pudding with the mark of her thumb in
the side--and spread it ON the little
square table before the fire. Anglican
Clergymen are not given to pamperiDg
the flesh; but it did not look inviting.
Somehow l caught myself fancying the
damsel of the white leather and seal-skin
jacket seated opposite to me, and shud-