The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-05-19

wretch, " she cried, dashing the clothes
pin basket at him. "Fifty dollars
You amt worth 30 cents. Go home.
and never dare to speak to me again r.
"Hear me-" he pleaded, catching hold
Of her gown.
ST cant stay ont here and listen to
philanderin' talk" she answered reso-
lutely, and twitching her dress from his
grasp she entered the house. But the
professors hand was upon the latch.
Like most little women, the widow was
o curious mixture of timidity and cour-
age. She flung the door open. "Don't
you dare to come in r she cried.
IN throw hot water on you'll Pll-
I'll kill your Then, slamming the
door In his face, she bolted it securely.
ALI the evening the professor paced
up and down Mrs. Appledore's back
veranda. The next evening he again
appeared, and the next, and the widow,
thoroughly slammed, sent the bravest
twin ont tho front way with note to
her brother-in-law.
Mr.. Phlox delighted in anything t,>st
could be called proceedings, and in
few minutes he had the Deputy She1if
and two constables, and went marching
down the principal street with them, to
the great delight of all the small boys of
the village. It was impossible for the
professor to escape. The officers csept
around the house noiselessly. TheShsT-
if collared him, the constables pinioned
his arms, Mr.. Phlox grabbed him by the
coat-tails, and away he was walked to
the village lookup.
Mrs. Appledore passed sleepless
night; she imagined the whole town
was wide awake and discussing her, anG
long before daybreak she hal resolved to
sell her home and Dixville bank stock
and move West. "I've got my comeup-
ance," she groaned. "I've always been
romantic, and wanted romance such as
I've read about, an I've had one. Oh,
dear oh, dear |"
About o'clock in the morning There
came a lively rap at the kitchen door.
and, unstrung by excitement and loss OF
sleep, she shrieked aloud.
"On'y me; on'y Deacon Bliss, cried
o pleasant voice through the keynole.
Mrs. Appledore slid back the bolt
with trembling fingers. Glow thankful
/ am" she said, holding out Ser hand ;
"I feel so in need of somebody.
"'Fwas fortinet I come along ies as |
did, them" said the deacon, taking off
his straw hat and wiping his face wit \
his ample bandana. It was shrawd,
though benevolent face, framed in waves
of lron-gray hair. 81 see you look
kinder peeked. The weather has been
tryin'. I've felt it myself, and ached in
my joints the wust way"
cts ny soul, Deacon" walled the
widow, dropping into chair and cover.
ing her face with her apron. I've al
ways hankered after a romance, an I've
had one, and I wish was dead and laid
beside Caleb"
"Oh, no ye don't, Miss Appledore,"
said the deacon, in the caressing tone in
which he would address sobbing child.
g This world is pooty good place, an,
with few exceptions, folks are pooty
good. come over to fetch few OF my
sweetins', and to tell you tibet that there
offer | made We a spell ago holds good
yet. ! rally wish ye'd consider it agin."
Mrs. Appledore remained silent be-
hind her apron.
"Ef ye'd hev me-" repeated the dea-
con, in low voice. 1T know I amt
half good huff and tibet I'm kind Nv an
old fellow, but I've got conf able
place an comf'able things in it, and I've
been sot on ye this long spell, as ye
knows. dare say I was 'tached to
Lucy more'n | shall ever be to anybody
agin. We sort Nv growed together like,
but SO did you and Caleb, an I'm sure
I'll try ter make ye happy, and yer two
little gals, as sweet as two pinks, II be
to me ies' like the little gals lost"
Mrs. Appledore did not remove he,
apron, and after pause the deacon fall
teringly continued Is'pose faint no
use to argy. Folks hez their own idees
of such things; but anyways I'll stand
yer friend"
The widow rubbed her eyes and slowly
let fall her apron. "Tvs always had
the greatest esteem for you," she said,
with little shake in her voice, ssbut /
never knew how good-how much
think of you. Iwill-I-"
The deacon started up, " Will We ?"
Mrs. Appledore had taken refuge in
her apron. S1s &s ffak M 8st
"Will We really, Rosetta?" ne re-
peated.
The bowed head covered in the blue
bingham nodded
Z" Ye shan't regret it." said the
deacon, solemnly and awkwardly laying
his big hand, coarsened by labor, on her
shoulder. Lord bless the little /
woman AN our home. Our home,p !
he spoke softly as if to himself. ~ W.
" P'raps now," he continued after
minute, I'd better drop in an see him,
an in tellin' the news I might mention
casual like, aOe're goin' ter be married
8ooH. An tibet nobody1l trouble any,
body that stays t'hum, an that I'm able
to help an dedicated man to 81 good
place, real neighborly, cause my
brother Eben out in Kansas wants q
clerk"
Mrs. Appledore said nothing, but tho
deacon seemed satisfied with her silence.
for he did just as he had prophesied.
Prot. st. Clair Smith was discharged
from jail, and in three days he and his
pale little wife had left Tony Allerton's
cottage on the mile strip to return no
more.
In about a fortnight DR.. Ollapod
attended quiet wedding. "You've
had romance at last, Rosetta. I might
better say two of 'em, !" whispered Mrs.
Phlox, as she gave the bride sisterly
kiss. "The alteration Of the professor
was like things in novel book, but
marryin' Daan whose goodness an farm
can't be paralleled in the county is
romance that has sense in it, an / wish
you Joy. "-Elisa6eth Cummings, in our
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