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

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John and Rebecca Redfeld had lived
many years in the quiet country place of
c., and acquired, by constant toll and
unwavering industry, enough of this
worlds goods to be counted well-to-do
people. John had already lived out the
allotted time of threescore years and ten,
while Aunt Becky (as she was familiarly
termed), was approaching sixty i've.
Without child upon earth to take care
of, one would hardly suppose the house
hold work would be much, but they were
uncommonly busy this particular morning,
Uncle John (for every body called him SOY
had taken unusual care in completing his
toilet, as also had his good spouse; she
could be seen occasionally at the door, as if
expecting some one; and her white cap,
with its benevolent border, and her "new
calico" told too plainly that indeed some
one was expected. Uncla John, wearied
of watching, has taken his pipe for stroll
through the orchard, which was rich with
its abundance of fruit. Not long, how
ever, did Aunt Becky have TO wait for the
anticipated arrival, for a carriage soon
drove up to the gate, and saucy-looking
| little maiden made herself visible and was
soon kissing Aunt Becky in a style that
showed very plainly that she was really
very glad to see her. TIsie Vane, for that
was her name, was the child of Aunt
Becky's only sister, and the pet of both the
old couple she annually visited.
"Come, Tilsie, sit down and tell me all
about the folks,.' said Aunt Becky, who
was anxious to hear of her only s1rviving
relative.
"Well let me see; father is well, mother
is well, Charlie is-Charlie is sick"
"Poor boy |" replied Aunt Becky, sor-
rowfully. HE ort to have come, tu; it
would have done him sich deal of good
| tu get some of this fresh country air!
What ails him, Tilsie ?"
calls him ?" replied the roguish little
maiden. calls him? Why, Aunt Becky,
he is past cure-nothing in the line of
medicine can cure him."
'La, Tilsie, how you du talk Is it the
same bronchitis, Or"
"No-no aunty, he is in love-really in
love-
"Now, don't be foolng, child; but tell
me they are all WELL and du keep sober
face. can't tell when tu believe YOU"
"Everybody's well, them" replied Tilsie,
pettishly, not relisLing Aunt Becky's las,
speech; "even to Packet, the horse, and
Rover, the dog; and SO goodbye I'm 60
ing to find Uncle john"
"Well, dear, think you will find hIn
in the orchard, and"
~ can find him if he is on the farm ="
And away she ran, while Aunt Becky
called after her in vain.
"Dear. dear What nightly she is I
I wanted to tell her that Peter Strad.
spraker was stopping with US, and jest like
as not she'll see him, and"
Aunt Becky did not finish the sentence,
but went about her housework, while Til
sic went romping through the orchard in
search of the good-natured Uncle John.
Presently she curbs her steps somewhat,
for she espies Uncle John, as she thinks,
sitting against large apple tree, enjoying
the green meadows and the bright sky
above him. Tilsie creeps cautiously up
behind him, and suddenly thrusts her
roguish face into his, at the same time
hallooing "boo!" She gave one scream,
and made good her steps for the house,
while the gentleman, who was none other
than Peter Stradspraker, was somewhat
puzzled at such an unexpected introduc.
ton, and ere he could recover from his
establishment, Tilsie was out of sight. But
as the old couple had informed him pre-.
viously that they were expecting niece
there, he soon accounted for the intrusion,
and declared Ito himself, of conrse), that
il was not disagreeab.s little face to have
thrust into his own; and all his mind could
now conjure up was a rosebud mouth
deep blse eyes, and pretty little gaiter.
boots.