The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-05-09

Gan you TELL me Wn0TO LIE, MllloT
lives ?" asked the young man, throwing
his rifle on his shoulder, and taking a
good long look at pretty Ida.
CT ought to be able to do 80, as he is
my father" laughed Lou.
"Then you are my cousin, Louisa.
said the stranger, in pleased tone.
"My name is Louisa; but I don't
think you can be my cousin, as never
saw you before"
ten me. I am Ralph Darrell Cousin
Rafe, whom you used to play with when
you were very young lady, in short
dresses. I have been abroad for ten
years; so, of course, you don't recognize
me-"
"But I do, now. Your eyes and
smile are just the same Oh, Cousin
RATE, I am very glad to see you, after
all these years )" and they shook hands
heartily. a
lis this your sister," asked RATE,
looking at Ida, and holding out his
hand.
"My cousin, Ida Miller, my fathers
niece, and, therefore, no real relation to
you. I have no sister,"
ST hope we shall be friends, Miss
Ida, if we are not cousins" said Rafe,
pressing her little hand, and smiling
down on her blushing face. r..
"Of course you will go home with
us, Rafe ?" asked Lou, with cousinly
familiarity.
"Yes. / ran down here from town
for weeks shooting, this beautiful
weather, and I intend staying at your
fathers, if you will tolerate me.
eve shall be glad enough to have.
you there. And we must be going, for
it is nearly dinner time, and this bracing
air gives one an appetite"
cit does, indeed. /, at least, feel
strong desire to taste some of my aunt's
excellent Dishes"
DR.. Miller and his wife were greatly
delighted to see their favorite but long
absent nephew, and gave him cordial
welcome. The doctor was q retired
physician, living on fine farm not far
from large town. He was a joyial old
man, disposed to take life easy. His
daughter Louisa was his only child but
he loved his brothers orphan, little Ida,
as much as he did his own child, and
treated her the same in every respect.
The weather continuing clear, coo
and delicious, Rafe Darrell enjoyed some
fine sport in wood and field; but, in spite
OF these attractions, he spent large
portion of his time in the house or in
walking with the young ladies. sus-
pect that Ida's brown eyes and cheeks
influenced the handsome young man
good deal.
But the course of true love never does
run smooth; and ere long he discovered
that he had rival in the person Of a
stalwart young farmer named John Cor
don, who walked into the parlor one
evening dressed in his best. Ralph
Darrell saw at once by his manner that
he was little Ida's "beau." The knowl-
edge did not please him, and he retired
to his room in fit of the sulks.
"What the mischief can she see in
hat BOBBY to like ?" he said confden-
TALLY to his pillow. "But what differ
ence does it make to me? Am [ in love
with this little country maiden? Yes. I
am; and would marry her tomorrow if
she would have me-. Aye, there's the
rub-will she have meg | believe she
would learn to love me if that confound.
ed fellow would keep out of the way.
Certainly she doesn't love him, for he's
ugly as sin. think I had better wait
awhile and see how matters go on; and,
If she isn't actually engaged to that
fellow, I'll, cut him out, by Joye if I
can" fs5 ssst 5t@@ - l<5o-8 N
With which consoling reflection he
went to sleep.
Another week passed without Ralph
Darrell having decided whether Or not he
could "cut out" the young farmer.
Sometimes he leased Ida about him:
but she speedily got into bad humor,
and vowed that she cared nothing at ali
for him-which Darrell, with his knowl-
edge of women, could not believe. .JU.
One morning, being in particularly
down hearted mood, he took his rife,
and started for the woods to renew his
acquaintance with the pheasants. He
had not gone far ere he heard voices.
which he recognized as belonging to Ida
and her lover.
Calls fair in love and war" he said
to himself; and, approaching as near as
ne dared, he crouched behind a bush.
and peered through the foliage at the
lovers-if such they were. They were
seated on a fallen tree trunk; Ida's
face was averted. but Gordon's wore an
expression of mingled anger and sor-
row. 1w E
"You liked me we'll enough" he
said, in reproachful voice, until that
fellow from London came down here.
/ suppose you think you'll get him
now, and maybe you can, but it's nv
opinion you'll get no great prize, any
how" ed o-rn ofR Ef- af ba.o1
"You are no gentleman" retorted
Ida, angrily, !" to Islander an absent per-
son. [ never expect to get Mr.. Darrell;
but that is no reason why I should
marry you. s- -v
4 II didn't mean to say anything against
him; | don't know anything about him;
but oh, Ida, he doesn't love you as /
do Only think how we played together