The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-08-02
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fingers. GeT the QuSGpan ana DruSn.
I Poor aunty bore the loss of her sauce
very patientlyi; such things were to b
expected whenever Liz undertook to b
useful.
The little gin. with many expression
of sorrow, swept up the glass and thre1
it in the fire.
"Now," said Aunt Janet, give Ann
the towel. You have wiped enough TO
this evening. Go to your lessons"
She brought her books and seated her
self as if to study, but the saucer was il
her head, and there was room for moth
ing else. And then Charlie would drum
and hum and rattle his papers, and stud,
out loud; and Anna kept talking, talk
ing. No wonder that little of poor Liz''
lessons touched her brain, and that less
still lodged in it.
".Do you know" she presently hearc
Anna say, "the Dyers have heard wha
Mr.. Mount said about them here the
other evening ?"
"What Mr.. Mount said about them,
repeated Aunt Janet vaguely; "why
what did he say?
"Why, that they were forever in the
street, and SO late at night. Don't you
remember? He said he ran against
them one evening down town, after 1C
o'clock"
Aunt Janet was silent, her thoughtful
eyes resting on the children at THEN
books. Had she needed them at all, she
would have seen Iiz's face flush, and
her fingers twitch nervously, as she
leafed over her grammar. Chow could
they have heard it?' said the aunt, at
last. "Who could have told them?'
Anna said something, and then Aunt
Janet spoke again, but Liz heard not a
word. A deadly battle was raging in the
little girls heart. Charlie heard her la
bored breathing, and, looking up, saw
that her face had turned very pale. She
rose, and, stepping towards her aunt,
paused behind Charles chair.
Aunt Janet" she said.
The words were SO faint that they were
unnoticed.
"Aunt Janet" going step nearer, 81
did it,"
The lady turned her eyes. "You did
what?
81 told them. I told Sarah Dyer
what Mr.. Mount said"
There was dead silence. And then
Aunt Janet's eyes flashed righteous in
dignation.
"And my niece is a talebearer, is she?'
she said, at length. SEQ to your room,
Elizabeth, and don't leave it till to-mor-
row. Stop a moment, J" she added, as
the girl in silence prepared to obey.
"Do you know what you have done
DO you know that you can't be trusted
any more ?-that people will be afraid
to speak before you after this9"
The tea-things were put in their
places, and then Anna brought her sew
ing and book, and read and sewed by
turns. But there was no more talk.
Aunt Janet sat in silence by the fire, and
Anna knew that the burden Of her
thoughts was-"My niece talebearer!
Ny niece talebearer!'
And Charlie was going over and over
"THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE. -
Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left Of them
Cannon in front of them,
VOneyed and Numbered.
Stormed at with shot and she'll,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of death,
Into the mouth Of he'll
Rode the six hundred.
"Ah p he exclaimed with enthusiasm:
men are brave, though; aren't they,
Anna?"
"Some men are," she answered,
coolly, "and some are brave who are
not men,"
"Boys that's so. I think I'd have
faced the music about as well as -
II didn't mean you; was thinking of
little girl"
GA girl" with round, wondering
eyes. "What girl, pray?" Then, after
pause, EDO you mean Liz ?"
"Liz," he began, as they walked in
company to school the next morning,
the little girl in advance, with her hat
drawn very much over her face; 6 Liz,
what made you tell on yourself like that
last night ?"
II couldn't help it," she answered,
without turning her head. She faced
about presently, bringing Charlie to a
stand and then he saw that the little
freckled face was very pale, with dark
AAA4o unCOI u1C eyes. l. COuluu uolp
it, she repeated. "To hear poor aunty
say, who could have told them?' and
there I sat, not three yards off, and she
no more suspecting me than she did that
saucer! I couldn't bear it. It was too
much like what you call sailing under
false colors' Charlie"
"5ut, Charlie" she went on in a
shaky voice, "do you think it will be
so-as aunty said? Will people never
want me about, for fear OF my telling
tales ?"
"That depends" he answered. She
looked up inquiringly; but said no more,
and they trudged on in silence. A new
train of ideas had been started in
Charles mind, and many a curious
glance he threw at his little companion.
There was something about her he
didn't quite understand; poor, ig-
norant, gossiping, headlong Liz !;
with her snub nose and her
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