The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-10-27
In A COAT POCKET.

Ashley Cowper, hat in hand, was just
turning the handle OF the street-door,
when q soft call from the stair-top
made him pause.
Are you going to the postofice, Asst
ley?s
No, not exactly, but near e. Is
there anything you want done?"
"Only this letter to post, and a girl
ish shape fitted down the stair. Ashley
watched as she descended, and, with
suddenly sharpened recognition of the
fact, said to himself, What pretty
girl Rosamond isl"
Brothers are not always so alive to
their sisters charms, but the fact was
that rarely in her life had Rosamond
Cowper been so near to perfect beauty
as at that moment, when she came down
Che old stair letter in handy her
cheeks flushed with deepest pink; her
eyes shining, and her red lips parted
with / know not what happy stir of
emotion and expectancy.
Two long braids Of pale brown hair,
thicI and glossy as those OF German
Gre chen, hung down her back. On
the fair forehead clustered a fringe of
light waving rings, not cut and trained
after the manner of the conventional
bang, but q happy freak Of nature and
accident,
The slender figure in It's white dress
had all the rounded grace Of youth and
perfect health. Over all was An air of
virginia. freshness, Undesirable, but
charming. 1t was one of those bel mo-
nefeH which come at times to most
young creatures.
But Rosamond was too much preccA
cup'ad to be conscious Of her looks, as
she handed che letter to her brother,
with fingers Which trembled little,
aid said anxsously, "You won't lose it.
vii voU, Astley?"
Certainly not;', with q superior
smile. He stuffed it carelessly into a
side-pocket of his coat, coat made,
like the rest OF his suit, OF that immacu-
late white duck, in which our youthful
swelIs delight TO array themselves in
bot Juy weather.
Forth he went, clean, alert, hand
some, the very picture of luxurious
young fellow enjoying holiday. No
thought Of betraying Rosamond's trust
was in his mind, and his steps had al
ready turned toward the postofice,
when dog-cart drew up sudden Y and
a CHEEKY hail reused his attention.
Well met, Old fellow, + was just
going round to ask if you felt like O
game of tennis, The Porters sent a
note e1rly in the morning, to ask me to
drive down to the Croft for luncheon
and game, and to bring you,"
All right. [ will" Ashley Jumped
into the cart and in another moment
was bowling down the road toward the
Croft-a pretty country place some
three miles distant. Rosamond's cema
mission was clean forgotten,
Tennis was followed by luncheon,
that by more tennis, and conversa-
ton under the shade of the branching
cedars which fanked the ground. Then
pretty Mabel Porter proposed walk,
and led the way through grassy vail
ley to the gorge beyond, where o little
brook tore its wild way from higher
AONC1a = U Gll6 WdOef IueduOWS below.
The rocks over which the party
climbed were slippery here and there,
and, in saving Mabel from a fall, Ashley
himself had d tumble, trifling in itself,
but damaging to the duck suit $50 dam
aging in fact that the suit went TO the
lamdress next day,
Before its return the weather had
changed to that odd, almost autumnal
GOODNESS which checkers and tempers
Che yhest of our. American summers.
It@was some time before Ashley had oc-
ca$i0u to wear it again. When it was
taken for use, by mere accident lie was
searching for something in the pocket,
When his astopished fingers encountered
saGd, dqew, forth arather thick, fiat, hard
square OF paper for which he could in
no way account f@
HIS rst.sensation was one ofunmixed
. bewildermenFt.
Why, what on earth? A letter, and
what letter 2" ==-and he proceeded to
smooth the rumpled mass out on the
ttehIe A few faintly-written characters
were discordble on. what had been an
envelope. "a
Mr. DIV EtiG r