The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-09-30
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Everybody's mouth was agape! For
the bride, in her shining white dress,
and her trailing lace veil, with the
sweet smelling orange blossoms in her
beautiful brown hair, was walking into
church.
Little Rose Floy happened along, on
her way home from school. So there
she stood, never minding how her long,
light curls were being blown about in
the wind, nor that her bonnet had fallen
back upon her shoulders, nor that she
was being elbowed by greasy Tom
Boggs, who drew his fishy basket Che
was butchers boy across her delicate
pink dress. Never minding anything,
but, with her mouth agape, like the rest,
following, with her eyes, the shining
white lady that swept up the high steps
into the church.
Through the open doors foated the
sound of the organ, and presently,
though never able to tell just how, Rose
had chance to slip behind the long,
flowing curtains of a window near by,
before anybody saw her. Here, from
her snug little lookout, Rose peeked and
admired.
Around the bride stood a great many
ladies and gentlemen, and the ladies'
dresses were most splendid to behold.
Some were soft blue, some were rose
pink, others were delicate pearl-color
and gold.
By-and-by, when they all knelt down,
and the beautiful pinks, and blues, and
pearls and colds puffed up from the
floor, all In waves, Rose thought it was a
fairy ring, such as she read about in her
story books.
The great pyramids of flowers, that
stood by the altar, drenched Rose with
such floods of perfume, that she began
to feel drowsy. The organ sounded
fainter and fainter and further away, and
the fairy ring, with the bride, all in
white, kneeling in the middle, faded out
of Roses eyes.
Mrs. Floy was In the greatest distress.
''Where can Rose be?" she said; and
she had certainly asked the question a
hundred times before.
SEQ over to school, Bridget" she
said. sand find out what has become of
her.
So Bridget went, and poor, pale, sick
Mrs Floy, who was widow, and had
only little Rose left to her in all the
world to love, sank back on her sofa,
and counted the long minutes till Bridget
came back.
Poor woman! she could hardly bear
Rose out of her sight, and would aaeUeg'
have sent her to school, had it not been
for q grouty old uncle, who would say,
stamping furiously with his cane Oh the
floor:
.'Zounds, ma'am! do you mean to
keep Rose tied to your apron-strings all
her life? Are you going to make milk
sop out of a Floy, and an ignoramus,
ma'am?"
Roses mother was very nervous, and
so, at last, worn out by this dreadful,
raeketting old man, with his everlasting
'sma'ams," and his humping cane, she
ssent Bose to school.
Bridget did not come back, and she
could lie still no longer So she tied on
her bonnet, and pinned her shawl with
sher weak, trembling fingers, and crept
feeblY- down stairs. She was long
time undoing the street door, and then
she would have fallen, had it not been
for Bridget, who was coming up the
steps. They had to put her to bed, and
bring her to with vinegar and salts.
But her eyes did not open till there
came ring at the door.
There she is cried she, starting
up, and she listened, breathless, for
Roses dear voice, and the sound of her
pattering footsteps.
Stump, stump, stump came heavy
tread up the stairs, and into her room.
ut was the horrible uncle, and he began
IN this horrible way:
'sZounds, ma'am What's all this
about? Rose lost9 What does thai
mean?"
cit means, said Roses mother, furi.
ously, .'sthat you have robbed me of my
only treasure. IF it had not been fo1
YOU it would never have happened.
Hoity-toity !" said Roses uncle, and
he sat a moment thinking. Bridget,
said he, sclap on your street gear again
and be off to the City Crier's. Five
hundred dollars reward to whoever
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