Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1877-04-27

fingers; she grew excited, stamped
her feet, became furious when a
sauce run over, and capped the eli
max by slapping the cook in the
face, who went to Mrs. HOunslow in
a great fury and gave warning. As
one revelation after another of this
sort of sweetness and light unrolled
itself, Lawrence looked at the beau
tv with wider and wider eyes, and
at last escaped with the cook, from
the disenchanting vision. An hour
after the time dinner was served,
and Miss Furlong, rather red and
blowsy, but transformed from cooks
linen to fne-lady gauzes, was given
the place of honor.
If the guests at that banquet
could but taste the salmon, it was
not because they had been sated
with the SOUP; for although every
body said it was deliciously season
ed, and nobody said it was burned,
yet, when Lawrence in his chivalry
would have taken a second plate, it
appeared there had not been quite
enough to go around. There was
enough of the chickens, though, for
the fire had dealt so lightly with
them through their coat of basting
that the company could not deal
with them at all. When the sweet
breads appeared, as firm as the best
of calf-skin, cousin Fanny's patience
departed. 81 thought you might
have talent for cooking" she cried.
"Why, what's the matter ?" in
| quired Flora, placidly. "Isn't it a
good dinner? -? There's plenty more to
come"
"Good gracious More ?"
And then the birds, so like burn
ed chips that they could not be told
from the toast on which they lay,
came on-and went off as they came.
ga swallows flight" whispered
Kate. ''They dip their wings in
tears and skim away."'
And thereat there appeared so ex-
traordinary a dessert, the sponge
cake of which so exactly resembled
boiled flannel, as Cousin Fanny can
didly remarked, that, vexed in soul,
the worthy dame declared: 81
must say, Wicked waste makes wo-
full want" :"
81 don't know what you mean"
said Flora. 81 call it an excellent
dinner. There was soup and fish,
and roast, and entrees" checking
them off on her fingers.
go there! there!" said Cousin Fan
ny, whose cue was to let the girl
display all her fine qualities, as she
afterward said.
ga great deal more of a dinner"
returned Flora, angrily, ethan you
ever get at home, Pll be bound.
And, as Mrs. Hounslow rose, Miss
Furlong swept by the astonished
Lawrence, murmuring as she tossed
her head: 81 thought that would
fetch her."
Slang from those perfect ipsl
Such a temper behind that perfect
beauty! Such incapacity in those
lovely handsl Such stupidity in that
lovely head! Lawrence walked five
miles in the pouring rain, and came
home with his ineipient passion
quite thoroughly wet down.
Somehow after that dinner things
seemed to flag. Miss Furlong had
not quite recovered her temper, and
there was no spirit in the others. In
the evenings Lawrence did not seem
to remember that there was a con-
servatory. Mrs. Hounslow and
Cousin Fanny kept exchanging
glances; the old witches were sure
that the philter had worked, but
they hardly dared to breathe. But,
in reality, to Louise Mandell moth
ing tagged. Whether because she
was in the house with Lawrence; be-
cause now and then he spoke with
her, listened when she sang, took
her book and read some pages; be
cause Lawrence seemed now to look
over Miss Furlong, through her any
where but at her; or because her
own nature was so joyous, and she
couldn't help lt-she was gayer than
a lark, and filled the house with sun
shine. 'It bas been a week in para
disc" said she.
''To compare a cOuntrY-house in
an easterly gale to paradisep said
Miss Furlong.
"It would depend upon whether
you were in it, Miss Louise" said
Lawrence. And then Louise color
ed higher and higher, and grew red
der than a rose, and Lawrence won
dered why he had never thought
that little girl beauty before.
The sun came out on Sunday
morning, just as the music-bOx ran
down in the middle of cloves
Young Dream" and Miss FurlOng
announced that she was about to
leave for home. OF course there
was all polite objection, and in the
midst of it the surprise of a furry
of shippers and bushes on that beau
tiful mask of hers. "Oh," she said,
in an aside to Kate Farley, "when-
whe-oh, really-when a persons
going to be married, there is no
time to lose, and Mr.. Wilder"
Mrs. Hounslow sprang from her
seat which she had but Just taken,
and almost upset the brimming urn
in her haste to emphasize the fact
by embraces and congratulations.
81 am so glad for you'll It's such a
splendid msrriagep she cried; and
unable to hinder it another moment,
after all her anxiety, she burst into
a food of tears, which Miss Furlong
attributed to interest in herself, but
which we're really due to the glance
she had of Lawrence coming in from
the garden with Louise, and of
Louise wearing at her breast the
white rose she had given Lawrence
herself a half hour since as they
waited for breakfast.
"Just as / told you," said Cousin
Fanny, as she stitched away on.
some of Louise's wedding em6rold-
cry. "Highly developed jelly-ishes,
the hest of than Rnt if had 10