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

the Blacks.
"You'll stay here with Rosalie, won't
you, Bob, till we come back ?" said
to young White; and as I spoke I felt
Sally give savage pinch to my arm.
No sooner we're we out the door than
she began about poor Bob.
eff you have no regard for your daugh-
ter's future, and choose to throw her
away on poor miserable beggar like
Bob White" began Sally.
"Why, my DEAR" broke in, "Rosa-
lies mere child. Don't begin to plan
about her future, beg Of you. She's
scarcely left off her pinafores, and if ever
there was maiden meditation. fancy
free, anywhere, it lies in the brown eyes
of our Rosal1e."
BY this time we had reached the i'm
posing portal of Blacks house, and were
soon ushered into the presence of the
satin and damask ebony. Blacks chill
dren were none Of them grown, but were
precocious enough to take the lead in
conversation; and we sat for whole
mortal hour and listened to the eldest
girl hammer out GA the piano what Mrs.
Black called s'reverie." 1 was glad
when Black took me into his library,
where there were some good cigars and
some pretty fair wine, and we left the
women to themselves.
But a goodly quantity of poison was
infused into Sally's system and mine be-
fore we left the big, luxurious house, and
we went home together as changed as if
touched by the wand of an enchanter.
"Dear me p said Sally, "what little
cubby-hole this is !! I declare, it's quite
like baby house."
"Pdlike tohave library like Blacks, :"
said I, taking up the refrain. "It'snice
to have room,'' I continued, to Bob
White, "where man can take his
friends. It would be far pleasanter, for
instance, If you and I could have our
game of cribbage without, the continual
gable of women in our ears.
"Oh. I don't think So" said Bob-"I
don't think SO at ALL"
The lad looked over at Rosa]ie and
blushed ENORMOUSLY. The color deep
ened in Rosalie's cheek till it went far
ahead of the crimson in Blacks satin
damask upholstery, and a shy CLEAN shot
from her brown eyes that sent flood of
light into my obtuse Uranium.
I began to think Sally was right. Bob
White was all very we'll in his way, but
no sort Of a match for my daughter
Rosalle. She was my own eve lamb
the bonniest, best and dearest little girl
the sun ever shone upon. And besides
| all this, there was the secret conscious
ness that she could, if she wanted to,
| dress in silk attire, and siller haze to
spare" I hadn't lived in a plain way
all these years for nothing. People
about me began to realize that although
Brown lived in a small house, he was
man OF no inconsiderable means. Black
had managed to convey this information
to them, and I found no fault with this
friendliness on his part. Old White
never thought of such thing as taking
the seat beside me now on our way down
in the train; it was generally filed by
more popular parties, and I began to
take quite an interest in the social and
political discussion.
| All this cost me considerable in the
way of time and money. My games of
cribbage were few and far between, and
put my name to all the subscriptions
they chose to get up: but I didn't mind
the money, and I had long since deter
mined that the less Rosalie saw of
young White the better. The color
grew little less vivid in her rounded
cheeks, and the light less mischievous
and joyous in her eyes; but Sarah said
II thought this was really more suita-
BILE name for my wife's years and digni-
ty-that her beauty was growing more
and more refined every day. It has
lately even attracted the attention of Mr..
Percival Green, the junior member of
Blacks firm, and Green was one of those
active business fellows who was sure to
make his mark in the world. L told nv
wife to spare no expense for Rosalie's
advancement and happiness, but was
sorry to see lack of spirit upon her
part, and a quiet denial to partake of
these new pleasures OF popularity.
One thing was certain-radicai meas
ures must be taken to put gulf be-
tween her and Bob White that could
not be readily bridged over The whole
White family were as proud as Lucifer,
and knew I should have very little
trouble in convincing them that the old
intimacy had better be broken off. My
new house on the boulevard began to
take noble dimensions, and had already
cost me a mint of money. Its marble
halls were spacious enough to chill me
to the bone, and there was quite mel
ancholy expanse of mud and masonry
in it's vicinity.
It rather surprised me, when T put
our snng little place in the hands of the
agent, that my wife was SO willing to
part with the furniture, too. I thought
few Of the familiar old time servers
might be used to advantage somewhere
in the new house, and I confess
to "a feeling of keen establishment
when she decided that everything must
go. "We don't want to set up a sec
ono. hand junk shop on the boulevard, :"
| said Sarah: and was ashamed to foster