The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1879-01-23

she can read character with any physi-
economist in the world, and the silly
folk think her prophetic, when she is
only clear-eyed."
think my uncle was using an invisi-
bic probe. I know colored, and he
laughed again, but said nothing nor
did I.
The excitement had not all been on
my account Bella had received an in
vitation to spend some months with a
newly married friend in London, and
good natured Winnie was in high glee.
Even aunt acknowledged it was "a
chance not to be missed, if possible; :
and saw her glance furtively at Uncle
Ritson's face, which I fancied was
graver than usual. Still, possibilities
were not discussed in my presence. II
was not until I had retired to my own
pretty room for the night that ! over
heard the sisters discussing the
problem, unmindful of the thin parti-
ton between the head of my bed and
theirs.
I found that money-or it's scarcity
stood in the way, and heard the chances
of the matrimonial market calculated
with balance greatly in favor of Lon
don.
Money! How I hated the word! I
would have given every shilling / pos
sessed to be assured that Edgar Neville
was true to me, and would seek me out
when the period of probation prescribed
by my father was gone by. But where
could he seek for me? Correspondence
had been forbidden. He knew not my
address, and my father had withheld
Edgars from me. All, how he repented
before he died! How glad he would
have been to have left me in those
strong, protecting arms!
[ soon bridged the monetary difficulty
over in spite Of my uncle's opposition,
and think I showed something of my
old self in the spirit with which [ en-
tered into the needful preparations for
Miss Ritson's launch on the sea of Lon
don society, little thinking what might
be its import to myself. ~~..f.@s
It was May when she went. sug-
gested that she should tighten her
mourning, being about to visit q bride
hint she seemed glad to take, for her
pretty lavender bonnet set off her face
much better than her heavy Grape.
She kissed me very heartily before
she got into the gig beside her father to
be driven to the! station, to which her
boxes had already been dispatched, and
[ felt more satisfied with myself than I
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berland border. a ".
Letters filed with the wonders she
had seen and the places she had visited
broke up the monotony of our lives.
Then came one from Hastings, in which
she told of her introduction to Mr..
Neville.
[ think my pulse stopped as Winnie
read out the name. [ know aunt asked
me if I was ill-if the heat was too
much for me- But J. drew myself to-
gether, said nothing was the matter,
and tried to convince myself that the
name was common one.
Again and again we heard of this
same Mr.. Neville, and my heart began
to>be torn with doubts and suspicious,
and very demon of jealousy seemed
to take possession of my breast. I felt
assured that Bella was in love with him
and that he was the Edgar Neville of
my alteration; all that she stated of his
appearance and family were convincing.
At length letter came, addressed in
manly hand to Uncle Ritson, with
Edgar's well-known crest upon the SEAL
It was a proposal for my cousins hand.
My head swan round, but I sum
moned courage tose'ask Mr.. Neville's
Christian name. He had merely signed
J. E. Neville. f'r-"-
All, that was it, sure enough-John
Edgar! aUa @Ith,ntl"aaHa
had my back toward my uncle,
standing in the doorway, as / asked.
No one noticed how I staggered into
the hall, or how I snatohed my hat from
the stand and darted up the mountain
side to cool my fevered brow and still
my throbbing pulses. How I went or
where I went I could never remember.
[ have some recollection of falling as
bounded across brook, of old Elspa's
face bending over me- and then no more,
until L found myself III my own snowy
bed, with Winnie watching mo. and an
array Of physic-bottles on the window
seat. .a.E.3 80. 1917 .mo@
Elspa had found me where I had
fallen, half in half out of the stream.
Unable to drag me thence, she had
summoned help with a peculiar whistle
she kept suspended to her girdle, the
shrill nete Of which no shepherd dared
to disobey.
It brought a couple Of shepherds to
the spot. My limbs were lifted out of
the stream-she had already bathed my
brow and plastered up my temple and
then I was carried slowly down to in
terrupt the answer Uncle Ritson was
sending to Bella and Mr.. Neville.
Ny fall and the immersion were &C
credited with the prolonged fever which
almost baffled my uncle's skill, If any
one suspected otherwise it was old
Elspa, but she was too "wise" to revert
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