The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-27

fun you kin; you can't be young but
once;' and down she went into the Gel
lar again.
Now if size had only contented herself
with getting the rope and handing it to,
the young Squire, who stood waiting at
the top of the steps, all would have been
well. He had scarcely left Angelica's
side the whole evening; he had whis-
pered lots of pretty things in her ears ::
he determined to tap no hand but hers
in the ring. Ii Mrs. Crane had only
handed him the rope without a word
but she couldn't help it, poor woman;
it was the fault of destiny, as I said be-
fore. Something compelled her to stand
right at the foot of the stairs and whis-
per:
"Keep right on, Sally dear-turn and
turn, like good little lass"
And she might better have spoken
aloud. Her whisper was of that stento-
rian description that it cut the air it
fell swoop upon the ear of the young
Squire, and presently he heard sweet,
low voice in reply:
''Yes, ma am, I'll attend to it nicely"
He went back with the rope In daze.
What was to be turned and turned, and
who was the turner? What Sally was it
that owned that sweet, low voice? and
what sweet, low voice owned that
dear name of Sally2 Will Randall mad
been famous at school and college for
solving problems he never would, in
fact, leave one unsolved and presently
he slipped away from the rope, out of
the room, and made his way direct to the
cellar door. He opened it softly, closed
it carefully behind him, and went slowly
down the steps. The bull's-eye of the
furnace glared at him as if the genius of
fire within was bent upon some spree of
his own one of these days; he heard a
squeak, squeak, squeak, little off in the
dim distance, and followed the mysteri-
GUS noise, confident it had something to
do with that problem he was bent upon
solving. He walked on tiptoe, passing
many coal bin heaped to the top with
coal !; his locks brushed many a ham
and tongue and juicy bit of bacon; he
saw many hanging-shelf filled with
Christmas cheer it was fit to soften the
heart Of this young scion of a noble but
impoverished house. The squeaking
noise became more and more distinct.
He turned the corner Of q preserve
closet, and suddenly he stood still, be-
cause he couldn't go on; his feetstopped
his pulse almost ceased to beat he saw
something that sent the blood flying to
his heart-that perfdiously false yet
faithful heart. He saw the slim, little
figure of woman perched upon an old
broken hen-cocp, her black dress tucked
up out of the water that escaped from
half dozen freezers around her, her
little right hand turning one freezer, her
little left hand turning another her
soft, silky yellow hair all fuffed about
her pretty head-that yellow hair that
would match exactly with the exquisite
color of the one holding, the place of
honor among all his locks of hair her
sweet lips parted with anxiety for the
fate Of the cream, as they had parted
long ago with far deeper and warmer
anxiety-those sweet, sweet lips Gould
it be? Oh, was it his own little Sally
his one, only Sally, the pure idol OF his
boyish love Oh, what divine, rap
turous problem was this given to him to
solve
That pumping apparatus about his
heart began to work again with will.
He crept around the preserve chest, be-
tween the freezers, and putting one hand
upon Sally's lips, with the other drew
her close upon his heart.
"Hush, darling" he whispered sit
is I-Will-your own faithful Will. Oh,
Sally Sally!"
Her little falling head he caught in
time, and kissed her fainting lips to life.
He said more in minute to Sally fhan
he had whispered all the night above.
He decided her fate and his own in the
twinkling of an eye, and unblushingly
believed he was but fulfilling all the
VOWS of long ago under the walnut tree.
AS for Sally-shy, trembling Sally-she
was in rapture of bewilderment, of JOY
and bliss, that is seldom reached by NOR
tails, until suddenly the cellar door
opened then, indeed, the crimson in
Sally's cheeks paled, the stentorian whis-
per of Mrs. Crane was heard upon the
steps.
cit must be just right now. It's bin
turnin', you know, long enough now
it kin set by, and Sally might jest as well
as not hev little fun. ! lay anything
it's jest the primest stuff you ever see."
'The cream is spoiled" whispered
Sally, her big, loving, fearful, happy
eyes upon Wills.
"Not bit of it, said her companion.
And although that cream was certainly
lumpy and little soft, Will declared it
the best he ever tasted, or would taste
for the remainder of his life F.; and as the
cream was made for him, what did it
matter.
Angelica, having plenty of strings to
her bow, didn't mourn over it grievous-
ly but poor Mrs. Crane from that time
forward bought her cream at Towers.
An Egyptian Way.
Here is a pleasing tale which illus
trates the style of doing things in Egypt: