The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-06
offered to send home for some books,

offered TO SEND nome Tor some DOCKS,
which she was sure would interest him.
Averse to making her needless trouble,
and yet not knowing how to deter her, the
professor took from his pocket pencil
and paper, and had the wit to say he
could put down their names and get
them from an excellent free library In
the near town.
'sLet me see the list, please9" she
asked. Have you them all rightly
named?" She scanned his writing,
wondering how he had spelled all so
exactly. You write like minister,
James-or an editor" she added, with
smile that could not hurt his feelings !;
ssbut such men are seldom plain writ
ers. / could suggest few changes for
the better In your letters your It's and
Us are alike your ms and ms are fiat
and run out to nothing"
James received these hints with CRATE
full meelness, while Miss Emerson. upon
further conversation, was sure he must
have had very good common educa-
ton" She wondered, suddenly, if he
cid not eagerly desire to study Latin.
Why he should, it would have puzzled
Philadelphia lawyer to tell, but the
young lady from Boston failed to under
stand how man could know much and
not have this same hunger and thirst !;
and SO she, then and there, proposed to
teach him the rudiments.
When Prof. Jim went to bed that
night, he felt that he deserved to
be hanged /; but he was s. bound" that
hanged he would be before he would
confess to this sweet tempered, benevo-
lent girl that he was an impostor. Why
he had actually agreed to take his first CD
Latin lesson tomorrow night. For three
evenings he avoided Miss Emerson, and
she thought him occupied with work.
On the third, she caught him at leisure,
and brought forth an old Latin grammar
she had found in the garnet. He blindly
repeated after her everything she said,
and left her in doubt whether he had
the memory of prodigy or only the
tongue of a parrot he did not "gO at
the thing like beginner.
Jim endured it three nights, and could
no more. What with playing his part,
keeping watch of himself, and seeing
her bright eyes bent upon him, her
white hands futtering with her dainty
handkerchief or clasped in playful and
encouraging applause at some forgetful
and SO remarkably fine effort of his, it
was too much.
He engaged Farmer Wilbor to send
him into town every night, until Miss
Emerson saw that he was not over eager
to learn Latin. It was little damper
on her efforts in behalf of young man
who, as she told Mrs. Wilbor, had Gin
telligent eyes and an entire absence of
coarseness.
She dill not talk much to him after that,
but amused herself all day long rioting
like happy child among the bees and
flowers, following the willow-bordered
creek, bringing wonderful rustic treas
ures from the woods, and, in short, get
ting the full benefit of an outdoor life.
Miss Emerson used to recline on an
ld-fashioned sofa, just inside OF the
cool sitting-room, and hold sleepy con-
versations with Mrs. Wilbor.
Often "James" used to sit near by in
the piazza and smoke very good-smelling
cigars. She surprised him one day read
ing Ivanhoe," which she had dropped
there and, again intent on his mental
culture, she encouraged him to read
aloud. It was pleasant for her and good
for him SO, day after day, he read
Scott.
Each time, when he had ended, and
gone away, she had wondered that he
had read so simply well, she had forgot
ten the reader only sometimes, looking
up, she had caught him looking Gt her
so-well, so strangely; it was intensely
respectful, but peculiar.
When, one day, in reading love-
scene, his voice fell and trembled, she
said to herself, He must have very
sensitive nature"
She unused while, and firmly resolved
to cease her efforts IN behalf of this
young man. She might be making
trouble for him. One caught human
butterflies, sometimes, whom one had
never thought of chasing. Then, they
suffered If you held them tightly, and it
was not legal method of getting rid of
them to hold ether under their noses
until they died.
After this resolution, Prof. Jim did
not see the young lady for week. She
took her meals at quite irregular hours,
and sat no more ON the piazza. He was,
therefore, off his guard and one day
being in the kitchen where Mrs. Wilbor
fried potatoes, be fell into the deepest
of reveries.
what are you planning, professor
You have not taken your eyes off the
copper tea kettle for ten minutes.
"My dear sister, | was recalling to
mind a line of Virgil Omnia vincit
amor, ct nos cedamus amor.
ct know allabout it now" said Sarah,
who was not Bostonian, and SO did not
understand Latin.
Prof. Jim laughed gleefully, and went
out. Miss Emerson, who had overheard
the unlucky quotation, came IN.
'sMrs. Wilbor, aOlo Is that man 90
It is needless to say that Mrs. Wilbor
had to tell +; and, if ever two eyes cleaned
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