The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-06

lips ana clear gray eyes were al aSAOW
with eagerness.
81 was determined I'd have him !"
she cried, with glance at Prof. Jim's
shirt-sleeves. "Such splendid fellow !
chased him over three stone walls, and
around and around the woods. Now 1
want your help in putting ether to his
nose"
A wild fancy shot through the profess
sor's head that he had so overworked
his brain, that dreadful Authorizations
were coming upon him. He gasped,
family, "Whose nose?"
The young girls laugh was like the
quick clang of silver bells; then she
dainty peeped into the balloon. whisp-
ering:
"My beautiful blue butterhy's, of
course. Now you stay here one mo-
ment. Farmer Wilbor won scold. I'll
tell him Kindred you. Hold this ether
bottle and bit of cotton, while l take the
poor fellow carefully out. Please put
your other hand on the stick-steady
nowl Here he comes Oh, you beauty,
ont futter so-you break my heart with
pity! There, now, won't you just hold
that cotton quickly to his nose, and it
will be over In a second.
By that time she had the butterfly
between her pretty thumb and forefin-
ger, while the professor was applying
the ether, very deity, indeed, for
farm hand.
"You are not bit clumsy" she ex-
claimed. ssDear me Why don't he
die-he struggles SO! / thought they
rather liked it. My teacher said they
just squirmed once and gave up the
ghost. Oh, soak the cotton, or l shall
let him gol"
"Keeb COOL" said Prof. Jim. He
had started to say in official tones, Be
calm, etc. but remembering his role,
he added: "He'n kick the bucket in
second"
Gle is kicking me, and know he
suffers. / wish / had never caught
him Take that cotton off his nose y
she added, peremptorily, as if Jim had
been torturing the little wretch quite
on his own account 'sI can't hurt him
so I" and suddenly uplifting her hand,
she gently released the prisoner, who
had not been at ali overcome by the
odor, and who now foated off like fog
let loose from ilyben.
"If that is what must do for col
lection, [ shall never have one. am
much obliged to you.
As he turned to go-giving her back
the bottle-she caught sight of the
cloudless blue over her, of the sleepy
cattle in the low, FLASHING water of the
the green flats shimmering in the sun
shine.
SIS it not ali perfect?'' she added,
looking directly into his face, with her
clear eyes full of admiration. Had
the veriest clodhopper been in his place,
that appeal for innocent sympathy
would have touched him into sense of
kinship with-nature and the young
girl. Her gentle dismissal a moment
later pleased him also; and he went
back thinking as he trod the plowed
ground, $50 this is the young lady
from Boston-yes, a lady, and like
her just as well that she could not finish
the "poor little devil of bug" as Pat
would call it. Then he laughed. How
she turned on me, too, when he strug-
gled, quite as if I had done the pinch
ing-that is the woman of it Butterfly
collections hobby first, and that is the
Boston of it. Well, I shall have amuse-
ment, mayhap."
Mrs. Wilbor, that dark-complexion-
ed young farmer of yours has an intelh-
gent face" It was Miss Emerson who
spoke, and who sat one evening with the
farmers wife. On this occasion her
hair was exquisitely smooth, her attire
faultless, and her manner repose Itself.
6 Ia
always had hankering after learning"
Scan he read and write q
"Mercy! yes, child every New Eng
land fellow can do more than that -
"Of course. Wells he much of a
reader?"
Pretty considerable-ne newspapers
and what he picks up. He never will
be satisfied that he knows enough"
"I like that" said the young lady,
with ardor sit is very commendable in
such person"
"To be sure" giggled Mrs. Wilbor
over a wash-towel she was hemming,
Sc his handwriting might be better can
hardly make it out. I"
doubtless he came of good stock, I"
said Miss Emerson, who, in mild little
Holmes theories. He has good
accent he talks of very common things,
but his ideas are clear cut.
"Yes," said wicked Mrs. Wilbor, "if
you could draw him out, you would do
him good"
"Then will certainly try" returned
the young lady from Boston, her soul
filed with phiIanthropic sentiments.
Meanwhile the professor of Greek,
Latin, and bellies lettreS, washed his I'M
blushing face in the tin basin behind the
kitchen-door, and smiled and smiled, !"
and was just as determined to be, to a
limited extent, ga villain still. A
little later he came out and sat down on
the lowest step of the piazza, consider
ably below Miss Emerson. After
a while Mrs. Wilbor was called