The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-02-21


it all the time either. They was talking.
Your pictures there, you know. His
used to be on the other page, but he
coaxed Vic to put it somewhere else"
"Why?" I asked, ceasing to watch
for the coming of my divinity, and turn
ing toward the small boy with awakened
curiosity.
"Cause," said Ned, evidently trying
to repeat the very words" cause he
couldn't bear even his picture to have
always before it the face Of his rival, his
successful-yes, that's this successful
rival"
Ny heart gave bound. She did
love me, then. Poor Charley
"And what reply did your sister make
to that ?" I asked.
"Oh she said nonsense but she
took the picture out-Charley's, you
know-and he kissed her hand, and she
carried it up to her room, aad it's there
now, hanging between the Huguenot
Lovers and His Only Friend He's a
poor barefooted boy lying fast asleep
in the road, and his only friends dog
one Of them big fellows, you know"
Yes, yes" L interrupted, rather i'm
patiently; "Iknow all about it.
Ned, evidently somewhat offended,
was silent for about three minutes, and
then began again. "Oh, my didn't
they talk that day Vic sent word to
everybody else that came that she was
out. Wasn't that whopper2 [ was
Struggled up on the sofa over in that
dark corner there, and they didn't see
me, and I heard every word they said.
Wouldn't Vic have boxed my ears if
she'd caught me?"
81 wonder what they talked of,
said to myself, with a Jealous qualm-
to tell the truth, I'd been a little stag
gered by the picture episode; and then,
though it wasn't exactly the right thing
to do, although certainly excusable in a
case like this, where mans whole hap
if possible to find out.
"Ned," said I, 81 saw splendid
knife the other day-six blades
Six blades p repeated Ned, his eyes
sparkling.
"Yes, or five blades and file, don't
remember which. It was beauty.
though, and if I wasn't afraid you'd cut
yourself with it, I'd buy it and give it
to YOU
"Cut myself !" said the small boy,
with infinite sco~n 81 amt baby"
well, )" said I, "'the knife shall be
yours" And then I continued, in a
nonchalant manner "What was it you
said your sister and Mr.. Thornton were
talking about?"
IT didn't say nothing" said Ned.
When'll you bring the knife"
"You shall have it tomorrow. I re-
piled. Did they say anything about
"Oh, lots" said Ned, starting off
rapidly. "Charley said, sob, Vic,
you'd never have given me up if I hadn't
told you how rich he was. What fool
I've been [ might have known that
that would have been too much of a.
let me see: Lead us not into tempta-
ton temptation for such girl as you
are. Good heavens 7 and he grabbed
hold Of his hair just as though he was
going to pull it all OUT" and the small
boy suited the action to the word, and
tugged at his own curly locks with such
an assumption Of desperation as brought
the tears into his eyes. "Good heav-
ems 7 he says, how selfish and cruel
you are I'm sure I don't know how
can love you. Are you going to marry
him3' And Vic says, [ am"
Oh ! you are, thinks the attentive
listener.
g" 1t would be awful silly, she says"
the small hoy rattles on, "'for as to Get
married. I might think I was happy
for little while, cause I b'lieve love
you as well as I could love anybody, and
then I'd be jolly miserable. for must
have a seal-skin jacket and new switch,
and hair like mine costs like Oh
no; that's what she said to ma this morn
ing. I mean she says: For never
could happy without a fine house, and
carriage, and all sorts of nobby
things, and ever so much more I can't
remember. And so be good boy
she says, 'and console yourself with
May Newton. She likes you, I'm sure,
and she is sweet little thing, and would
make you an excellent wife,
81 don't believe she ever will, then"
| mutter between my teeth. $50 on,
Ned"
'''No, she wouldn't says Charley;
'and as for her liking me, you never
were more mistaken in your life; or, if
she does like me, it is because am the
friend of the man she loves-Arthur
Bell '"-Q'm Arthur Belly ""yes, she
loves him as dearly as I do you, and has
loved him for years. It was for his sake
she refused handsome Phil Akers. TO
say nothing of that rich old bachelor
Quimby. that all the other girls are pull
ing caps for. Poor little wretch 4
know how to pity her. You'll both re-
cover says Vic, and, ten chances to
one, fall in love with each other. There's
nothing like catching ball on the
bounce"
GA heart on the rebound think
you mean, Ned" say, with astonishing
oalmness.
"Well, perhaps I do" assents the
small boy, whistling couple of bars Of
Yankee Doodle" thoughtfully. "Any-