The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-08-23
A PLEASANT LOVE.

sion. Guess what it is.
They were walking along the green
lanesof Porlock, listening to the cease
less murmur of the sea, as at intervals
hey had walked and listened ever since
they could remember, at any rate, for
she was six years younger than her for
mer playfeIlow.
You are going to be promoted" she
said.
Promoted, you little goose No one
ever gets promoted in the British army.
Guess again. !"
g You are going to marry an heircss. !"
There was lump in her throat as she
said it.
Wrong again. No inestimable young
person with green eyes, turn-up nose,
susceptible heart, and fifty thousand
a year, was turned up yet. But it's
something nearly as good. I'm ordered
to Ohinap
"Oh, Alicr she gasped, and burst
into tears 1t was very foolish of her,
but then she pas only Is, and had not
yet acquired the praiseworthy art Of con-
cealinG her feelings.
"Why, whatever are you crying for?"
he asked, and kissed away her tears.
He'd kissed her ever since she was five,
and thought no more of it than if she had
been his sister, or the cat, excepting per-
haps that it was nicer which it was, no
doubt CT shall only be away five
years, at most, and when 1 come back
I'll bring you q pig-tail and an ivory
tooth-pick, and whole lot of things,
and"
'FYes?" she said, listening attentively.
"But then you'll be young woman
[ forgot-and out and all that sort of
thing, and won't condescend to speak to
poor Lieutenant you will have all the
cSquires and fox-hunters about the place
at your feet.
"Oh, no, indeed [ shan't, Aic," she
said eagerly.
but tell you you will. I believe
you are born little firt, and shall
come back and find you"
But she burst into tears again, and
put up her pretty little hand as if to
stop his teasing, which she could not
bear just then. It seemed so cruel of
him to laugh and joke when he was
going away for five years. He did not
seem to care bit, and she could have
broken her heart on the spot, and would
have gladly done so, and thrown the
pieces away so as never to be bothered
with it again. Then, seeing her mourn
full blue eyes, he was merciful.
CT believe / shall come back and find
you just as great little darling as you
are now, and if we have got any money
we'll get married and live happy ever
after, and if we haven't we'll get mar
Iied and starve- ever after-unless, of
course, the heiress turns up"
ooh, hope she won't /" said Mag
gle, like truthful little idiot. "Shall
you eyer write TO me, Alic, dear9"
"Yes, Of course [ shall, and I shall
expect you to write back six pages
crossed, and all that sort of thing, you
know"
So Alic Granger went to China, and
Maggie waited hopefully enough for a
DETER, but six months passed and none
came. perhaps it takes longer for a
letter to get here from China" she
thought, knowing as little about the
means OF transit and the time it took as
if the Celestial city had been in the
moon. But year passed and no letter
came.
Perhaps he's i'll, or it's miscarried. :"
she said tearfully, half wondering if it
could be possible that Chinese heiress
had turned up, and that that was the
real reason of Alic's silence. Two years
passed, and never word. cts too
bad she said, bitterly, and wondered
ruefulIy If he had married wife with
pig-tail. And the days and the months
went by, and Maggie iourneyed on into
womanhood, but no word or sign came
from yAlic Granger, and at last she gave
him UP altogether.
Maggie was 90 years old when her
father died, and the creditors did pounce
down, and she and her mother were sold
out. Mrs Dunlop was offered home
IN London by q sister who was well off
and bad-tempered, and it was thankfully
accepted. Maggie was informed that
she must get her own living, which be-
ing precisely Maggie's own opinion as
well as intention, she advertised for
situation as governess. Now, Maggie
had very modest idea of her own mer-
&ts, and therefore only asked for eos a
year AND comfortable home, so no less
than five answers came to her announce
ment that she could teach English.
French, music, and the rudiments of
drawing.
Que Of these answers came from Wool
wich and stated that Mrs. Marshall re-
quiIed o governess for her three little
girls; Mrs. Marshall was stif-neclxed
sort Of woman, and stared at poor. little
Maggie (who looked almost as childlike
and twice as pretty as ever) through
double gold glasses. Col. Marshall. her
husband, was nice OLD man, with bald
head and an iron-gray mustache; and
there was groWn-up daughter, Miss
Patterson, Mrs. MarshaLl's daughter bY