The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-09-05
WHICH WILL SHE MARRY?

John Myers loved Florry Castle, the
prettiest and the most bewitching girl il
Boroville, a place noted far and wide fol
the beauty and intelligence of it's ladies'
Florry's father was the wealthiest mer.
chant in town, and John was his clerk.
Now do not imagine am going to re-
peat to oft-told story of the Princess, fo1
if you do you will be disappointed,
John was Florry's equal in everything
save one respect While she was the
most careless, romping, fun-loving young
lady in the world-she had attained tc
the mature age of 17-John was the
most diffident fellow conceivable, blush
ing at everything, always appearing, he
fancied, as bashful people are apt to, al
the greatest disadvantage whenever he
attempted to put his foot forward, and
doubly awkward, he thought, whenever
he essayed to utter more than the com
monest of commonplace expressions tC
Florry. Surely he was not handsome,
In the general acceptation of the term.
Tall, angular, almost awkward at times,
there was very little gracefulness about
him, it is true, and his great sensitive.
ness led him to think these little disad
vantages infinitely more conspicuous
than they really were.
But Florry, overlooking all this, and
seeing only big, blue eyes and wavy
brown hair-noting his constrained, diff.
fident manner when in her presence, and
his many odd little attentions to herself
and her wishes, and discerning his great
love for her through all. at last began tx
pity him heartily for his want of conf
dence IN h1mseIf, and we all know tC
what tender passion pity is akin.
Once he heard her express a wish to
read a book, the last new novel. It was
not for sale in Boroville, and he wrote
to the publishers, directing them to
send it to Florry's address. When he
came to dinner one day, she sat near q
window turning over the leaves, with
the bright sunlight falling in mellow
glow upon her queenly little head. She
looked lovelier than ever just then, and
he tried hard to keep back the flush that
nantled his face as he saw her for the
first time in the enjoyment of his anony-
NOUS gift.
ooh, john" she cried, with a pleas.
ant look in her face that did his heart
good, "you know how have longed to
read 'Charley's Bride and now some
good fairy has made me twice glad by
sending it to me. I'm sure it must have
been Mrs Chester. She's always SO
thoughtful, and she said she'd not forget
me when she returned home"
''I'm very glad you've got the book,
Florry," he said, simply, but in a con-
strained sort of way that made her look
up.
"Why, john" she said, "does any
thing trouble your" ,. 49,.
Ono, Florry," with half-averted face;
"why do you ask ?" aa,
Because" ... .....
Because what, Florry ?" ....
Nothing u Then changing the sub
Ject, and with a quick, shy glance up
into his face. "The book is splendid,
John. Mrs. Chester is very kind"
Mrs. Chester still. John turned away.
And so matters went on for a full
month, and then Casper Ducey came t.
Boroville, astonishing all with his hand
some face and attire, his lavish expendi-
ture of money, his fast horses, his fast
driving and his fast life altogether. He
was a thorough man of the world, dash.
ing. brilliant, fascinating, and, as far as
external appearances went, wealthy; and
external appearances go great way in
such place as Boroville.
Mrs. Digby approved of Casper
Ducey. Mrs. Digby was an oracle in
Boroville. She was handsome woman
of fve-and-twenty, a lively young widow,
whose half mourning became her charm.
ingly, and who, some people said-but
some people are not to be relied on, to
any great extent, you know-would not
be particularly averse to trying the mar
ital yoke again, SO lightly had she borne
it, with a suitable partner, of course.
In company with her late husband,
the widow had spent several seasons al
the various places of summer resort, be.
sides passing winter at the capital, and
she was considered infallible authority
on all matters relating to society at
large. She was pretty, intelligent,
dressed in excellent taste, and was be.
ieved to have snug little fortune all
H0E own. OO, yOu 5Cc, Suo WIS d very
nice little bit of femininity, the world
would say. 9 .sI4..
Quite little company of the incest
people of the village assembled in the
Widows parlor one evening, and Mr.
Ducey was the subject Of their converse
tion.
"Yes, Mr.. Ducey is very desirable
man " said the widow. eve must vel
come him to our circle. He is hand
some, witty, and accomplished, and
and of course he is rich; but that dom