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

and nobody said it was burned, yet, when
Lawrence in his chivalry would have
taken second plate, it appeared there
had not been quite enough to go round.
There was enough of the chickens,
though, for the fire had dealt SO lightly
with them through their coats 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 % inquired
Flora, placidly. "Isn't it a good din
ner? There's plenty more to come"
"Good gracious !! More?"
And then the birds, so like burned
chips that they could not be told from
the toast on which they lay, came on, and
went off as they came.
CA swallows flight, whispered Kate.
"They dip their wings in tears and
skim away"
And thereat there appeared so extraor-
binary a dessert, the sponge-cakes of
which so exactly resembled boiled fan
mel, as Cousin Fanny candidly remarked,
that, vexed in soul, the worthy dame de-
clared, 81 must say, Wicked waste
makes woful want. ;"
81 don't know what you mean," said
Flora "I call it an excellent dinner
There was soup, and fish, and roast, and
entrees" checking them off on her
fingers.
ooh, there there p said Cousin
Fanny, whose cue was to let the girl
display all her fine qualities, as she
afterward said.
GA great deal more of dinner" re-
turned Flora, angrily, ethan you ever
get at home, TIL be bound" And, as
Mrs. Hounslow rose, Miss Furlong swept
by the astonished Lawrence, murmuring,
as she tossed her head, CT thought that
would fetch her."
Slang from those perfect lips Such
a temper behind that perfect beauty
Such incapacity in those lovely hands
Such stupidity in that lovely head
Lawrence walked five miles in the pour
ing rain, and came home with his in
cipient 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 even
ings Lawrence did not seem to remem-
Der that there was a conservatory. Mrs
Hounslow and Cousin Fanny kept ex-
changing chances; the old witches were
sure that the philter had worked, but
they hardly dared to breathe. But in
reality, to Louise Mandell nothing
tagged. Whether because she was in
the house with Lawrence; because now
and then he spoke with her, listened
when she sang, took her book and read
some pages; because Lawrence seemed
now to look over Miss Furlong, through
her, anywhere but at her; OF because her
own nature was SO joyous, and she
couldn't help it-she was gayer than
lark, and filled the house with sunshine.
cit has been week in paradise" said
she.
"To compare country house in an
easterly gale to paradise p said Miss
Furlong.
cit would depend upon whether you
were in It, Miss Louise, said Lawrence.
And then Louise colored higher, and
grew redder than a rose, and Lawrence
wondered why he had never thought that
little girl little 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 furry Of shippers
and bushes on that beautiful mask of
hers. "Oh," she said, in an aside to
Kate Farley, "when-when-oh, really
when persons going to be married,
there is no time to lose and Mr.. Wild
err
Mrs. Hounslow sprang from the seat
which she had but just taken, and almost
upset the trimming urn in her haste to
emphasize the fact by embraces and con-
gratulations. 81 am so glad for you
It's such splendid marriage p she cried,
and unable to hinder it another moment,
after all her anxiety, she burst into
food of tears, which Miss Furlong attrib-
uted to interest in herself, but which
were 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 half hour since as
they waited for breakfast.
"Just as I told you, said Cousin Fan
ny, as she stitched away on some of
Louise's wedding embroidery. "High-
ly developed jelly-fshes, the best of them.
But if I had to eat that dinner over, I
wouldn't like to try again that expert
ment. '-Hoaper's Bozar.