The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-08-29

started up uttering long whew! [ stood
up, too, following his eyes inquiringly,
and there, over the low hedge that di-
vided the gardens, I caught sight of
young girl in fresh morning dress, en-
gagged in cutting flowers, and daintily
arranging them into bouquet. What
we saw of her face under the broad
brimmed hat that shaded it was bright
and beautiful.
"Good heavens Miss Summer" said
Will.
"By Jove! Miss Summer" cried I,
and we both looked into each others
face and laughed outright.
"What are you laughing at ?" asked
Will, with the utmost inconsistency, as
he sat down and resumed his breakfast.
"Just what you're laughing at" re-
turned, breaking my egg.
"She's not old or ugly, either" he
remarked, after a pause.
"By Jove, she isn't!' I answered. as
I gulped mouthful OF my highly
sugared coffee.
Are you sorry?"
"No. Are you glad?''
she is, or is not
You are cynical old bachelor,
Phillips"
'.Allow me to return the compliment,
Wollmerath."
Il rather meant you to keep it, I
think"
"Idecline it with thanks, as not suit
able. I'm not cynical"
"When [ wish to expatiate on the
charms of nice young lady, you get as
sour as vinegar; now, you know it's
true; SO not word in reply, but hurry
up, old boy-temepus .fugit :" and
pulled out my watch.
We were both in hurry to be off to
our sport, and soon all thoughts of Miss
Summer were forgotten in the hustle OF
arranging our shooting gear. The
wagonette was brought round to the
door, and two very happy, heartwhole
bachelors sprung lightly into it, and
were bowled away down the gravel path,
through the gate and out of sight. On
the road we were giving each other
jokes. Will was thinking how he'd
manage to get Miss Summer to call on
him. 1 was telling him he'd do
better to let her alone. We had pref
ty good days sport off the moors, and
returned home in the best of humor
with ourselves, and tired enough to en-
Joy thoroughly an after-dinner lounge
in our drawing room, which we had con-
verified pro tenn. into smoking room,
and ornamented in every available place
with meerschaunls, tobacco and cigar
boxes.
Upon this evening, Will, who WAS a
fine player on the piano-forte, was per-
forming ''Blue Bells of Scotland" with
much elaborate fourishing and cross
ing of hands, and I, as the audience,
was stretched on three chairs at the win
dow. lazily smoking my cigar, in that
sort or half-dreamy, comatose state that
one feels in the enjoyment of we'll
earned leisure and rest. I cannot say
that [ was altogether in raptures over
the "Blue Bells" but perhaps they
helped to promote the pleasant tenor of
my thoughts, as lay with my eyes half
closed, letting the smoke from my weed
curl affectionately in the folds Of Mrs.
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Phillips and I are together,' I
chuckled to myself; " this little trip of
ours is going to be altogether success.
Girls are all we'll enough to meet occa-
sionally, but they become bore. Now,
suppose had my girl with me here, in
stead of Will, she wouldn't be content
unless she had house filled with visit
Ors and servants, and d"
Just at this interesting juncture of my
nominations the fiourishing and dashing
at the piano stopped, and presently the
chairs on which my legs were resting
were pulled from under me, and was
left ANONYMOUSLY sprawling on the car
pet, with Willie's face grinning down on
me in evident enjoyment OF my discom-
future. But my fall did not cause me to
forget the thread of my meditations,
and as T gathered up my elegant limbs
remarked, my girl would not have
done that, Will"
emo; she would have kissed the
poor, tired darling, and thrown a shawl
gently over him to keep him from catch
ing cold," said Will, in tone of mock
affection.
"Picture Of domestic happiness p
returned, laughing, as I readjusted the
chairs. "Hark what is that?"
The stiffness Of the night outside was
broken by the same exquisite music we
had listened to on the previous evening.
Tt was a gay, lively air, which I recog-
nized as a selection from the "Student's
Frolic, and the singer seemed even more
at home in this style than the pathetic.
It made me feel as joyous as a bird in
spring; and had I not been too lazy, I
could have danced, in the very exuber-
ance of my spirits.
evil, we mustget an introduction to
that little girl, cried enthusiastically,
throwing my half-fnished cigar out of
the window.
But. to my surprise, Will seemed in
no mood to talk, and kept staring out
of the window, taking no notice Of my
remark. Feeling aggrieved at not being
met with the storm of opposition and
contempt I expected for proposing such