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

peculiarly adapted TO works of charity
and accordingly we encountered eaci
other one afternoon at the entrance O
Jlnks ALLEYS just as it was coming on t.
rain.
Barely an time for shelter she said
without Stepping; and I only lifteG
my hat smiipg'y in return, aud hurried
on to get the DANES door open. She came
scuddlng IN after me, laughing and shak,
ing the rain drops off her skirts; and
had taken the umbrella from her before
either OF US had noticed that the Foom
was empty save of ourselves. Mrs. Bose
ly had gone out; and as our baff1ed eyes
met each other in their return from the
vain search, there must have been some
thing ludcrons in the situation, for W
both laughed. .Ha
ut seems we have come on the same
errand, [ said 'oolorng consciously.
sit seems We always coming on the
same errand, sac retorted; II was Just
thinking today that | never come to see
my old people without finding you too,
Mr.Chasuble; bat hardly calculated on
finding only you.
you forget they are my people also.
| said, Yexed Wi myself for redGeniug
still more under her words set not more
so than yours. IT is my business to lock
after them.
Your business and my pleasure Well.
both combined, bring US together pretty
often.
"Not so often rs to be unpleasant to
you, hope, ssid--as anxiously, poor
fool, as if my life hung on the answer.
"Certainly not, Mr.. Chasuble-I rather
like it, though you do scold me about Jou,
and trample on all my little pet weak
peSees.
"Not very hardly, think. Miss Juliet
Il hope not, at least.
q don't know, she. answered, giving
Der head little Willful shake as she stood
drying the soles of her boots at the small
ire. However,, am resigning mysel!
to qe trampled on to-day, for | must wait
till the rain is over, and I want to wait
till Mrs Bosely comes in. I should not
like to go away without bidding the
ridiculous old thing gnod-bs.
Good. by! l repeated vaguely Some
of the rain must have run down my back
just then-such cold shiYer ran through
me. "You are not-surely you are not
going away!
She looked up, her blue eyes wide with
surprise. My tone must have sounded Ut
the despair felt.
"Indeed I am. Don't think I am tired
of my ragged friends; but leave London
next week, and shall be too busy to
come down to them again; so you will
have them all to yourself in the future.
I felt was growing white as death. I
could not speak or look at her.
Il am afraid you are rather glad she
said, brushing the dried mud stain off
her boot with one of Mrs. Boselys busters
But haven't corrupted your flock very
much. think | say worse things when
you are here than when am alone.
Still no answer. The words would not
come.
Il know l did say, The nearer the
church the further from God, when Mrs
Gridlan said 80 long as she could hear st
Stephens bells and see you she would not
repine at not going to church. the girl
went on with sort Ga mirthful penitence,
land burst out laughing when that fat
old Mrs Ball told me she felt like spar
yer on ousctnp, But it is SO difficult
not to laugh isn't it? And how does o
sparrow on housetop feel?
Some one felt lonelier than any spar
row on housetop just then, and found it
rather difficult not to burst cut crying
into the bargain.
"You wilt have to forgive me, now
am going, she said, drying the other sole
with great care. II feel quite sorry you
are not going away somewhere, too. You
must want holiday.
A holiday when my work was connect
ed with her:
"Are you going for long, Miss Juliets
asked rather hoarsely:
"Oh, / am going for good. At least /
am not coming back to live in london
RUAin,