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


as my clergyman was Just sayin' to
me, one lad out to count it a privilege
to carry the crosses as is sent us.
Oh, nonsense! interrupted the girl,
CURLY. It's all very we'll TO carry
crosses if you can't get any one to car
ry them for you; but if you can drop
them and be thankful. +rr
An then, miss, / do think as the
rheumatics is betterins little-I do,
indeed, miss. They amt SO fixed
like in the bones am ] don't believe
as I'd ave 'em at all if 'tweren't fol
that ERE drafted door, as the draft dc
cut me in 'alf' it do.
why, Mrs Boseiy, I sent some enc to
that door"
"Ah! an indeed twas very good O V u
MISS. A boy, he did come; but he made
such a jawiD' an clatterin' round, know.
ed rs be couldn't dn noth!nk; an, not tC
deceive ycu. m'm I'm that sbakv I cans
abear worritin."
why, you Troublesome old thing,
cried the girl merriy, ''he would hsv
done 1t all right. Let me look at it,"
And then she turned round, and espied
me in Iy dark corner by the door.
Why, who's this, Mrs Bosely?' she
asked quickly. Your widowed grand
daugh How de- you do, my girl? and
why don't you come and take care OF
your poor old"
This was too much. had already
been shocked TO the soul By this girls
levi,y: but &c Re taken for an ill-con-
dltioned young woman! Anathematlzlng
from the bottom of NV heart my Cassie
ally hairless face and r:gidly lengthy
coat, rose up, while Mrs. Bose = exclaim-
ed:
why, lor bless you, dearI that be Mr.
JaziDle, my minister"
II hope | am not in your way" / said
stlffly, seeing she bad the grace 10 blush,
bat reIentlng because the blush made her
so wonderfully pretty.
Il beg your pardon, Mr.--Jezebel. l
-"
''Cbasuble," corrected, rather warmly
"Mr. Chasuble, l really beg your par
don; but that corner is so dark, could
nor see you properly, Perhaps you can
tell me what Is TO be done for Mrs. Bose
ly's door"
Her manner was deliciously frank. I
suggested that something be nailed
against the crack -
The very thing!" Sue said, promptly
"a capital idea One of those red fan
mel sausage things that men carry round
in the snow. Now, Mrs. Bosely, where
can get ont?"
"Uh, don't re trouble, MISS" replied
that individual. very uncomfortably ut
don't matter, the door don't. One gets
used to 'em, somehows; and"
"She likes i'!' exclaimed the girl, in
dignantly. "She likes draught' Mrs.
Bosely, how can youe and at your age. too!
Why, how old are your"
Sixty EIGHT, or some erabouts," Mrs.
Bnsely mumbled. "Now don't zee WORT,
Miss Jutit, dear. There aint no dom
nothnk with that door nohow, there
amt"
Sixty -eigh'"' repeated Juliet (what a
pretty name 1t was,) "and you don't know
bow to stop draught yet! Mrs, Bosely,
I'm ashamed of you And now I think
Of it, saw some 1T those red sausage
things in little shop at the corner. Mr..
Chasuble, would it trouble you to buy
some for me? would go myself, but |
see it is drizzling. and rain takes all the
curl out of my feather. Hf"
She extended little velvet purse as
she spoke and of course had to take 1t.
1t was hardly consistent with tie dignity
Of priest Of the church to be running
errands for strangs young ladies; but
when those young ladies wear white
ostrich plumes. liable to be uncurled by
rain, dropping over their shi. ing brsids,
and when they issue their commands in a
sweetly royal tone, and smile on you go as
to show two little, rosy dimples at the
corner of their mouths, lie would hardly
be human who could refuse to sacrifice