The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1878-10-23

right into o strangers - and o mans
too"
Aunt Becky could donothing but laugh |
ut poor Tilsies confusion.
'"TilSie, child, called after you but
you would not give heed. I wanted to
tell you that Peter Stradspraker, a young
lawyer, and the son of an old sweet
heart of your Uncle Johns, was visiting
u.s."
can old sweetheart of Uncle Johns
Why, Aunt Becky, don't think, if were
you, I'd thank any such ones to send their
children to see me.' .'' r'
"Ah! child; thiswas long time ago; be-
sides, loved her, too, and we have always
kept up the old acquaintance.
"Dont you feel jealous of her sometimes,
and fear she might steal some of Uncle
Johns affections from your" asked Tilsie,
roguishly.
La me! no! He never noticed her
after he became acquainted with me;
SO, you see, have no reason to be jeal-
ous."
"What an awful-sounding name!-Peter
Stradspraker! I would like to see the
woman who would be willing to adopt that
name. Hark hear some one; l know
i that is Uncle john"
And away Tilsie ran, without stopping
II - oYJ ,no onofIor
1 stant she had thrnst herself in the arms of
1 the young lawyer, who did not seem in
clined to release her, when Uncle John
| made his appearance, and Tilsie went on
! to tell him of the proceeding, while uncle
and Peter laughed heartily.
Tilsie was an uneasy girl, and could not
! keep quiet long; therefore, the reader
need not be startled at finding her the next
! day after her arrival in the barn looking
| for hens eggs. She mounted the ladder to
the hay loft, and began her search; but
being unused to the place, she did not
heed an opening in the floor, and ere she
was aware she had stepped through and
! was unable to extricate herself; besides,
! she was just above the horses head, and
! what if he should feel inclined to taste of
T, her foot--for she had heard Uncle John
! speak of his biting propensities. Poor
| 1ilsie was in quite a quandary when the
stable-door opened; and again to her cha.
grin and modification, Peter Stradspraker
entered. As Tilsie expected, he came di-
rectly toward the horse, and began unity
ing the halter, preparatory to taking ride.
Peter espied the foot, and instantly as
! cended the scaffold and released her from
her unpleasant situation, with many in
| quiries as to whether she was injured,
which Tilsie answered as well as her shame
would let her. Peter thought then he
never saw a being more beautiful than
Tilsie.
"Well, Aunt Becky, if Peter Strad-
spraker don't love me, it amt my fault" "
exclaimed L Isle, on reaching the house.
"Why, wi at now, dear. What ave
you done p asked the good old lady,
peering over her spectacles at the speaker.
II have done enough. In novels, the
heroine fairtn and falls into the arms of
uer future husband, or he saves her from
while have thrust my face into that OF
Mr.. Siradspraker and halIooed 'boo,'
thrown myself into his arms, and-and-
Aunt Becky, to finish the whole, showed
him my foot through hole in the scaffold-
floor. What will it be next, wonder? I
hate myself and everybody else."
mot SO bad" replied Aunt Becky, her
sides shaking with suppressed laugh
ter. II dare say, Peter'll think right
about it."
"Think right about it Mercy, how can
Le? I never want to see his face again.
And thus poor Ti3ie ran on, while Aunt
Becky endeavored to console her.
When tea was ready, Tilsie could not be
persuaded upon to participate. Peter i'm
agined he was not ignorant of the cause,
as he thought of white stockings and nun.
Der one gaiter-boots; for Peter was in love,
yes, deeply in love with the wild Tilse
Vane; and although only two days undel
the same roof, she, in return, felt some.
thing akin toward loving the handsome
young lawyer.
The next evening, Tilsie, feeling ex.
lausted from the days exercise, was about
% retire earlier than the usual hour; and
IS was her custom, kissed Aunt Becky
goodnight, and went out on the porch to
bid uncle John goodnight also. The moon
rad not yet risen, and Tilsie could see
distinctly only a short distsnce ahead
However, she saw Uncle John on the
further end Of the porch, in his accustomed
place in the warm summer evenings; and
approaching him, clasped her arms about
his neck, and kissed kind good night.
30, Uncle John !" said she. 'I'n