The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-06
THE YOUNG LADY FROM BOSTON.

evening they sat In the porch OF the old
homestead.
eyes; but I shall sleep as I have not
for MONTHS" said the young professor
from COLLEGE. 81 have abused
nay brains lately but 1 hope much
from few weeks of outdoor life. "
ct see you have muscle yet, and that
is the main thing; but you'll find it dull
stayin' here-no society for you.
''No, thank heaven" said the profess
sor, pertaining the air with choice
cigar.
"There is the young lady from Bos-
ton" quoth Mrs. Wilbor, coming to the
door.
"The Ohat ?" asked prof. Jim, !" as
she called him, for politeness' sake.
ooh, we have taken summer board
era Miss Emerson, from Boston"
ssThe deuce you have - was what the
gentleman wanted TO say. He swallowed
It down with the quick thought that,
in hard times paying visitor might be
better than privileged one, and he, be-
ing the last, must not stand in the way
OF the first.
"Don't you like Boston ladies' 2"
asked his sister-in-laW, unrolling her
dress-sleeves.
"Oh, like everything wonderful in
art and nature but just noaO, as the
rgan-grinder put it, I know the value
o. peace and quietness. ,"
"She won't hurt you-will shea"
''She will talk to me-she can't help
it, for it is her nature to- She will
start discussions on the Over-Soul and
pre-Raphaelitism. I want to talk about
prize pigs and dig potatoes, get an APP
petite like a savage and wear out my old
shirts. How eau [ do it all in the
atmosphere of a young lady from
Boston2"
Easy IS not, grunted the farmer.
emo / am foiled. know the race.
I had hoped to be at rest-to flee to
some spot where-where with salaam
to the fanner) ''only man is vile.'
"DOn't let her know" suggested
Mrs. Wilbor, that you have an idee on
them heathenish subjects. We can pass
you off as a farmland, hired for the
busy season."
'FSarah Wilbor, / am proud to be, by
marriage, related to you'll You have
made the telling speech of the evening, "
said the professor.
'tYou amt got much beauty to spoil,
anyway" added the farmer 'Fand
you're black enough to be sunburned
anyway, let your hair run wild and keep
your mouth shut, and maybe she won't
know the 'schoolmaster is abroad
"Agreed |" cried the professor, and
went to bed In serenity.
He YVES not averse to being enter
tanned, if no social demands were made
upon him. He was even now pleased at
seeing the young lady from Boston
but in the morning he had forgotten her
existence.
About one week later the professor
was at work in q cornfeld at one side
was creek, In whose clear water the
COWS ruminated under willows that over
hung the bank. Beyond were fats,
-overgrown with greenest flags, and then
-wheat-felds, with rolling hills in the
distance.
Near him, as he stood at the further
end of the lot, was patch of woods, into
whose long shadows the professor was
gazing. He could not be said to be
steady hand at farming. He had more
than once dropped work and plunged in
there among the Pickering lights and
falling acorns, and showed far more en-
,tion than over the pigs which he pro
ifessed to admire.
That day he was planning a similar
slight upon the corn-hills which he was
hoeing, when-out from wing of the
wood darted figure, which sped by him
on the wind, and left him with two con-
hicang ideas-Was it an escaped lunatic?
was IL the farmers scarecrow, who of
Ia foI4 70 ~, TO
beyond him when he turned was the
f1utter of flying garments streaming
from the Atalanta-hke figure which fled
first here, then there, now toward the
creek, as if for raid upon the COWS, now
back and off again at tangent; while
ever stretched out before it, and wildly
brandished in the air, was a slender
wand, ending in hoop, and net dis
tended like balloon.
Ere the astonished professor could
draw his breath, the ground was smitten
with the wand, the balloon fitted over a
distant corn-hill, Gaping it like a bee
hive, and the lunatic sank on her knees
before it.
professor Jim" strobe before it in
unmeasured amazement, his whole being
one animated interrogation point.
he reached the spot, and at
the first near glance would
fain have reiterated but it was
too late. Tt was the young lady from
Boston. She had seen him, and she had
marked linn for her own. What she
was doing was. q mystery but she her
self, on closer proximity, was not at all
like scarecrow, whatever might be said
on the lunatic question. The pufs and
Aounces and sashes of her buff morning
dress had been all afoat on the breeze,
but now settled about her like canary
birds rufied plumage. Her scarlet
hooded cape hung from her neck, into
which had tumhIed her Epht-hroWn hair.