The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-07-13

Yes, he said. Please.
"Come along" I said. "I'll show
you what have got.
On the farm that was mine there was
one building, little cow-shed. We put
the tools in there sometimes, and had
a paddock for the door, the key was In
my pocket.
1t came into my head that I could spoil
this evening for him, and spite Fanny,
too, by locking him in the shed. And
If he had spirit enough to fight me for 1t
afterward so much the better.
/ led the way down into the meadow
whereit stood, and unlocked the door.
"Just look in" said I, and see it
that Will suit you"
Giant see anything" said he. cts
pitch-darB. Wait, I have a match.
He took one from his pocket, and
stopped to strike it on the sole OF his
boot, and then I gave him push and
over he went, fiat on the floor, and had
the key in my pocket.
"You,n not make any one hear very
soon, my lad," said I, 'and you'll not
kiss Fanny Martin going over the
bridge this evening""
Then I went away and laid myself
fat upon the porch in front of our house
and felt happier than l had felt before
for long time.
Revenge is sweet now and then.
I do not pretend to have none of the
old Adam in me.
I'd been there about half an hour, and
the ch1rp, chirp, chirp of the crickets
was lulling me off to sleep, when sud-
denly heard a little light step close by
me and saw woman's white dress hut-
tering, and, jumping up, stood before
Fanny Martin.
Tie first thought that came into my
mind was that she was looking for her
beau, and it made me fendish.
sis that you, Miss Martini" said l.
eyes, Mr.. Burling," said she-and,
though had said Miss Martin, how it
hurt me not to be called Ben. 81 came
over to see your mother. Is she in 2"
"No," said I.
"Then I'd better go home, said she.
But she fingered.
"Not looking for any one else?'' said
"No," she said very sadly. "Good
night.
But could not let her go without
cut.
ct thought you'd be on this wonder
full moonlight drive," said I.
"There you were mistaken" said she.
"Did he forget to come for you" said
I. "Mr. Williams, you know"
"I haven't been asked to drive" said
she. So don't know why you speak so.
Mr.. Williams, I suppose, is with the
lady he's engaged to. She came down
last week with her mother.
"Oh," said I, and I began to wish I'd
asked a few more questions before l
locked young Williams up IN the COW
house.
We stood still, apart from each other.
I saw her lip culver. Was it for him?
Had he Tilted her? That was tit for tat
anyhow.
But she was so pretty, and so sad, and
so winning that felt my heart give one
great throb. I took step nearer
took another.
ooh, Ben," cried she, ST can't stand
it, if you keep angry with me. / always
have liked you best, but you've been so
awfully cross"
And then she was crying on my shout
der.
Did you ever make up with some one
you'd quarreled with, loving her all the
time?
Did you ever feel, holding the dear
face between your two palms pressing
sweet kisses Oh the dear, soft mouth, that
it had all come back, all the old love, and
trust, and sweetness, and hope that you
thought dead? LII you have, you must
know what felt that minute.
I found myself again. was Ben
Burling once more. How strange it was.
Out Of all my life I'd like to have that
one moment back it was the sweetest [
ever lived through.
Up in the midst of the far meadow rose
a column of fame.
The cowhouse was on fire, and had
locked poor innocent young Williams up
in it, there to be roasted alive.
"Oh, Fanny" I cried, glazing at the
horrible sight, Sim murderer
touch me"
And away flew to- undo my mischief,
if there was time. There might be.
perhaps.
Never was such run as I took across
that long meadow.
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my hand into my pocket for the key, l
could not find it, I had dropped it
somewhere. It was not about me.
civilians |" I cried, Williams are
you there2 I am on the outside. Cour
age !"
There was no answer.
"For Heavens sake, if you can speak,
Go, I shrieked, but silence answered
me.
Doubtless the smoke had already
smothered the poor fellow, but set to
work and tore away the>burn1ng boards.
I was scorched-my hair, my face, my
eyebrows. Twice my clothes were on
fire, but rolled on the dew-wet grass,
and was up at the flames again. Oh, it