The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-03-29

gloomily in his study on the ground-foor
Of his house, and fighting manfully with
the heart-ache caused by girls careless
words, is suddely startled by two white
legs tearing their way through the vines
that grow in front Of his window, and a
small body turning somersault into the
middle of his room.
81 caught my toe and tumbled," ex-
plains Tots, assuming an upright DO
sition, and caressing the injured foot.
"What are you doing here at this time
of night?" asks the clergyman, begin
ming to smile.
g [ want to get married. "
To whom?"
"You p
This time the grave man laughs, and
seating himself in his armchair, take
the child on his knees.
"What for?"
"'Cause Aunt Sue spanks me and
Aunt Flo boxes my ears, and I've been
hearing about David Copperfeld and
Dora, and want to be married and be a
child-wife like Dora, and have a dog
named Jip, and I'd like you" Tot ac-
companies this statement with kiss.
"Thank you"
And I'll call you Dodo, and hold
your pens. They are all SO cross at
home, and there is nothing to do, so I
thought I'd come and ask you to marry
me. [ wish [ had thought of it before I
got undressed ;" and Tot surveys her
toilet, realizing for the first time that she
has committed breach of the proprie-
ties by appearing in public in panta-
looms,
"What did Aunt Flo box your ears
for ?"
after you went away this afternoon
she began to cry SO that I thought you
had been pinching her. It hurts SO, you
know, when you take little nip. But
then [ heard her say she had been so
wicked, and done something to you that
you never would forgive, and that you
would never come back again; so then I
thought it must have been she that
pinched you. So she cried for an hour
awful hard. Then I took her some jam.
When cry, and they give me jam, [ al
ways stop. But she boxed my ears and
sent me away. Don't skeese me so; it
hurts.
"Tots," said the minister, "you are
the dearest child in the world, and I am
going to take you home"
T." [ won't go. [ want to stay with you;
only must have some Clothes"
"Well go for the Clothes"
Aunt Flo is sitting in the parlor WHIP
ing very red pair of eyes when the
Rev. David appears with Tots on his
shoulder.
Florence, says the clergyman, ''may
forget all the harsh words spoken this
afternoon q
"Can you forgive them?'
"Were all the tears Tots tells about
shed for me? I have just had visit
from the little lady," The clergyman
looks tenderly down at the red eyes, and
Flos hand feels it's way into his.
Poor Tots here are two more people
who won't pay her any attention.
You are going to marry me, you
know" Juggling at the Reverend David's
disengaged hand.
'"No, Tots, not you-Aunt Florry."
Tots begins to cry
"Never mind, pet;" and Aunt Flo
takes the child in her arms. "You shall
have your reward Blessed are the
peace-makers, Tots, and I'll give you a
big cake in the morning. Now Aunt Sue
will put put you to bed.
81 don't know what peace-makers ,
are, and / don't want cake. I WV
want ito g-g-get married p
Tots is borne screaming away.-Har-
pe1''s Weekly.
A Young Poetess.
A lady sends to the New York World
the annexed lines, written by Miss Ber-
tie Taylor, girl scarcely IL years of age.
She was born and reared on q farm in
Perry county, Ohio, and her education
has been confined entirely to country
district school. She is healthy and
sprightly brunette, with black hair and
the deepest brown eyes. Her only pecul-
iarities are profound depth of thought
and expression for one SO young, and
what may be called an undertone of sad
ness running through an otherwise
wonderfully sunny nature. While it will
hardly be pretended that the annexed
lines are high order of poetry, they are
at least a literary curiosity in view Of the
circumstances
LOVES SURRENDER.
Under my window, under my window
All In the midsummer weather,
Three little girls, with fiuttering curls
Fit to and fro together;
There's Mary with her bonnet of satin sheen,
And Emma with her mantle of silver-green
And Kate with her scarlet feather.
Under my window, under my window.
Leaning stealthily over
Merry and clear the voice hear
Of each glad-hearted rover
! All sly little Kate, she steals my roses
And Emma and Mary Irvine wreaths and posies
| AS merry as bees in clover.
Under my window under my window,
In the blue midsummer weather,
Stealing slow on husll'd tip-toe
/ catch them all together;
IT, Mary with her bonnet of satin sheen
And Emma with her mantle of silver-green
And Kate with her scarlet feather.
Under my window, under my window
And off through the orchard closes
While Emma she houts, and Mary she pouts
| They scamper and drop their posies;
But dear little Kate takes naught amiss,
| And leaps in nv arms with 1oyinp kss