The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-07-26

the Squire turned away his eyes, meet
ing those of Lena Cameron, his wife's
niece, who had been regarding the pro-
ceedings Of the g dashing young lady
with an expression akin to horror. Poor
child, she WASH t in the secret. But the
Squire thought, as he looked at her, how
very delicate and refined and lady-ike
she appeared.
Miss Eastwood declined sherry, but
accepted little port instead, though
expressing a preference for French
brandy and water. 1T was quite the
style now" she asserted, "for ladies
to prefer brandy" Indeed, some really
protested a partiality for Bourbon,
though she herself considered it inferior
to brandy in point of taste and refresh
ment, and Squire Chester felt provoked
at the assiduity with which his son re-
filled the young lady's glass and list
ened admiringly to all she said.
"Let us have some music,," said
Mrs. Page when they were again in the
was devoted to music, looked up and
frightened. It was one of his anticipa-
lions, that Of his sons wife playing for
him and soothing him in his after-dinner
hours with the melodies he loved.
CHOW, Lena, one Of your favorite
songs" said her aunt, quietly and she
sat down, and in sweet, low and some
what plaintive voice, sang "Bonnie
Doom and "Annie Laurie
"That is the kind of music I like" re-
marked Squire Chester to his hostess,
soto Voce "Those charming old songs
are worth all the modern fol-de-rols that
have ever been written" and he looked
thoughtfully at Miss Eastwood and then
at Miss Cameron. Likewise he bark
ened to the discourse that was going on
between the former and his son.
CT do so doat on horses, observed the
young lady. ct couldn't do under two
of my own-a rider and hunter. [ de-
light in hunting wherever it is to be
found, and generally on that account
pass my summers on the mountains,
though deer are becoming very scarce,
and woodcock as much So I wish we
had fox hunting here as in England. I
prefer novels where fox-hunting comes
Guy Livingstone, for instance. What
splendid fellow he was, and what a
humdrum country is ours, where there
is nothing to amuse one except theaters.
| Ii [ had my own way [ should be an
actress. Don't you think so too, MI.
Chester?"
"Capital p responded that young man
with emphasis, and pleased, half
amused, half-earnest look, which didn't
escape his watchful sire, though he did
not understand it.
"He's a ninny!'' was the mental re-
Election Of the latter. "What sort of a
wife would she make?" was his next in
voluntary thought, until it suddenly oc-
CURED to him, with something like @
shock, that this was really, after all, the
woman he had chosen for his sons wife,
for his daughter-in-law, for the mistress
of his house and household. And again
he looked at Lena-very kindly this
time.
you must see my Beelzebub," re-
sumed Miss Eastwood, enthusiastically
''such charming creature full of spirit,
yet SO tractable and afectionate that, |
assure you, sir, addressing the Squire,
she'll walk into the breakfast room and
drink out of your coffee-cup at the
table,"
This assurance appeared to have nc
particular charm for Squire Chester, fol
he turned away with very little cere-
mony. Miss Eastwood went up stairs
Oh some errand, and they heard her
whistling as she crossed the hall.
Philip" whispered the Sqaire, II
think we had better be going"
"Not yet, sir. Miss Eastwood is
about to show me her new pistols, and
then she will teach me a new game with
cards, and afterward we are to go to the
stables
Go to aOhere 2"
"To the stables, sir, to look at the
horses"
The Squire cast on him look of con-
centrated Indignation.
SIS that's Miss Eastwood, OF Joe.
or whatever she is called, man or a
woman %
j.. The latter presume, sir. It is the
fashion nowadays, you know, for dash
ing young women like her to adopt
q masculine style in general. It sits
we'll on Miss Joe-don't you think SO,
sir?"
Miss Joe be"
The old gentleman recollected him
self in time. But he had seen enough
of the dashing Miss Josephine, his old
friend, Simon Walder's niece, and very
moody was he as helrode homeward that
night. .aTr8
"Philip," said he, day Or two after,
81 don't see the use of your going to
III IL 81 IN y
wood is there"
"Why not, sir? I thought you would
like it.
"The truth is, I'm disappointed in
Miss Eastwood / can't approve of
such a woman as a wife for any man
save householder or circus rider. Es-
pecially should I not approve Of her as
mistress of this house.
81 have no desire to see my drawing
room turned into dog-kennel, or to