The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-03-08

her little ears, the luxurious upholstery
OF the carriage, and Joshua looked very
lugubrious.
. It seems you are, not in want, then,
he said, sternly.
In want, dear? Why, certainly
not h3a a
'You are perhaps even rich ?" he
added, grimly. 4.
"WeIl, moderately SO, Josh. I've
plenty to help you with, dear, if you
want help"
Joshua lifted her head from his shout
der.
Kitty" he said, .'this is hard, this is
cruel. Here I've come thousand miles,
expecting to find you in want, destitu-
ton, perhaps even starvation. I have
plenty of money to relieve you. 7
counted upon it it has been the dream
of my life. And to see you here, dressed
up like puppet, with trinkets in your
ears that would buy big share Of the
old place, offering even to help me-it's
too much-it's not to be borne, Kitty"
"Tm SO sorry p said Kitty. 'It's
too bad to disappoint you, but it's all the
fault Of James-he will keep getting
rich, do what I can. [ spend all the
money [ can. You don't know how
hard [ labor in this way. But he is the
most irrepressible fellow; the more
spend, the more he gets. And there he
is now on the doorstep yonder. It's the
only fault he has, Josh try to forgive
him for my sake r." a>3I
And actually there James Murphy
stood on the doorstep Of his brown-stone
house, looking as we'll and prosperous as
if he had never been killed in a brawl
When Kitty told him all about it, he
extended hand to Joshua, the little fin.
ger of which held diamond as big as a
plover's egg, and declared he never was
so glad of anything in his life.
"For you see, JOSH" he said, when
they were all comfortably settled at din
ner, and the plate and porcelain and
prodigality had almost taken away
Joshua's breath as we'll as appetite
"you see, Kitty has had everything else,
and it's woman's nature to be always
wanting (; so all these years she's been
pining for that waste of land out on the
prairie and her brother Josh. I've told
her / had no objection to hunting you
out, if it wasn't for the rest. They
treated me rather shabbily out there in
the campaign, if you remember; but
you had always agood word for me, Josh,
and I'm not the man to forget these
things. IF you stay on this way, I'll
make a place for you somewhere; some
thing in the customs would suit you,
think And this prosperous politician
surveyed Joshua with rather critical
air. ..+i' "~.t a. '=:}"
elm obliged said Joshua, coldly,
/" but must go back to that waste of
land on the prairie And then, as he
was very fond Of Kitty, and his heart was
softened, he reflected that this brother
in-law of his didn't look like the thief
and murderer their local paper had pic
t1red him; and, now that he remem-
bered, the other side had held him up as
a pattern of purity and righteousness.
ct must go back, James,, he said,
meekly; "but, with your permission,
I'll take Kitty home with me for visit,
and show her the setting SUM-"
"All right, said James, 6 only re-
member that until she comes back my
sun will never rise.
Then Joshua went out and telegraphed
to Mrs. Bixby that he had found Kitty,
but everything was not exactly as he had
expected. .gj#} I5.H ...-.
IT, "No, I guess not" said Mrs. Bixby s;
" oh no, she isn't quite the dear, innocent
angel he imagined; some impudent bag
gage, I suppose, that he has picked up
in the streets. I've no doubt II cheat
and mislead the poor old idiot to his
hearts content; but he mustn't bring
any of his Murphys here. I won't have
them at my house, that's very certain.
But when, some weeks later, she, to-
gether with the rest of the family, went
down to the train to see Joshua off, she
found there beautiful and fascinating
woman, who gave such pretty little COM
plments and greetings to her grown-up
relatives, and lovely little silver bits and
trinkets to the little ones, that even the
adamantine heart of Mrs. Bixby was soft
ened and when the train went off, TAX
ing with it Joshua Flanders and Kitty,
and when gentleman, with diamond
upon his little finger as big as plover's
egg, offered her his arm on their way
from the wharf, Mrs. Bixby took it bland
ly, saying to herself, CATER all, there's
many a Murphy. y --Haoper's Weekly.
'f $50"