The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-12-22

ness! demanded Mrs. Bodson sharply "A
dozen boarders, besides corners an goers; an
It bakin' day, an nobody to do hands turn
but Aunt Lib an mel"
sDon't We count Sissy?s asked her husband,
with chuckle and sly wink at Eyangeline,
who stood little in the background, ready to
I'LL up the empty coffee cups or to pass the
bread plate around the table.
having finished her breakfast left the table
and, going to the mantel over the fireplace,
took down discolored clay pipe, which she
proceeded to fill with finecut tobacco
Well, them" said the landlord, Frightening
with new idea, @ef Sissy's no count here,
let the young folks go by themselves! /
reckon ye can drive boss, can't ye, Mr.
Bushman? Eff ye can't, my gal kin. Bob
to the hostler, who was still breakfastng,
though the others had all finished, crossed
their knifes and forks on their plates, and
4 pushed back their chairs-@git Fan out when
! ye're done eatin', an drive roun'."
! &Oh, fathe-!" exclaimed Evangeline, blush
/ ing with embarrassment @Let US wait un-
til tomorrow, and then perhaps mother can
CO."
An oninous frown that had darkened the
school-master's face began TO disappear.
| Sand tomorrow is Saturday, and could offer
my services, too" said he, blandly.
/ HBy that time the nuts II all be gone, inter-
| posed Mrs Bodson from the chimney-corner,
! where she had seated herself in a low, splint-
bottom chair, with her elbow in her hand, en-
| ioying her morning smoke and soothing her
| self into better humor.
$50 they WILL" said the landlord @The
boys'll be after 'em to-day Better strike while
the irons hot Never you mind, Sissy; don't
look 80 scarf; Mr.. Bushman'll take good care
| o. ye, I'll warrant"
@Indeed will, /" said Bushman, honestly and
earnestly. Sand shall be very much obliged
to you, Miss Bodson."
Evangeline blushed again without raising
her eyes.
Bushman left the table and went upstairs
with alacrity to equip himself for the excur-
sion. He put on light overcoat, hunted out
his Oldest pair of gloves, and, before going
down, took look in the glass, touched up his
hair, Strengthened his necktie, and so forth.
| These preparations occupied several minutes,
and when he stepped out into the porch
In front Of the house he found Evan
| galine already seated in the @buggy," and
holding the lines, which was a mere formal
ity, as it required a vigorous use of the whip
to induce old Fanny to make start Mr..
| Penrose came out with rueful countenance
to see them of, but Evangeline did not vouch-
safe him single glance from under her
broad-brimmed shutdown. Her mother
stood in the doorway with good-humored
smile, and the landlord encouraged Fanny by
sharp nudge with the toe of his boot FL
nally, when they began to move, Bushman,
who was in fine spirits, looked back with
laugh and raised his hat He was very much
amazed when his companion broke out with,
Il hope you will excuse my father for getting
! you into this, Mr. Bushman. / should not
have come if I could have avoided it." Her
! cheeks were crimson, and the languid eyes
shot brilliant flash at him.
Bushman slackened his lines, and old
Fanny came to dead stop. ST. beg
your pardon, said he. @Shall we turn back?"
| mo: we must go on, now that we have
started" She caught up the whip and struck
Fanny sharp blow, which sent her forward
at lively pace
Il hope Miss Eva, you don't think did
not wish to come said Bushman earnestly
Il suppose you thought that it would be
amusing" she answered, with peculiar in
Hection.
Il did think So" said he. @But you have
| spoiled the charm of it"
His seriousness disarmed her suspicion that
he might be laughing at her, or at the horse
and the little old wagon filled with baskets and
sacks, 81 did not mean to hurt your feelings"
she said in low voice eff you really wish to
gather butternuts, am willing take you.
There is very good place about half mile
from here"
He protested with touch of indignation at
the implied doubt of his desire to pick butter
ternuts, and added, Il wish, Miss Eva, you
would try to believe me sincere in all + say
and do. Will your"
She looked up frankly, and said: Eyes,
will"
He changed the lines into his left hand, and
held out the right with its soiled but shapely
glove. "Let us shake hands upon it." he said
smiling, and pressed the little brown bare
palm she gave him. Il hope" he added, shat
! am not such q villain as to care only to
amuse myself at the expense Of my entertain
ers."
Evangeline looked up shyly. &Mr. Penrose
says you came down here to write us all up in
the papers, "Ashe said
well, do you know" answered Bushman,
flushing, shat great many people go to
Washington to write up the president Of the
United States and his family? There's no
harm in it, And, besides" he added, with
happy inspiration, Il wish to write up the
scenery also. ! never saw any thing more
beautiful than the foliage of this very wood we
are driving through. Such gigantic trees! and
such magnificent coloring just look
ahead Of us there: see how the
not?"
%Yes," said Evangeline; sit runs through my
fathers timber, and is not surveyed road
We used to go to Pipton this way, but they've
opened another shorter road"
@Where is Pipton?" asked Bushman.
@Its eight miles down the river"
"Ohl is there river near here?"
Eyes; we're coming to it Yonder YOU can
seeit now. And here's the butternut grove"
"Whatl Already" exclaimed Bushman,
looking up at the great trees standing silent
and majestic in the autumn haze. @Sure
enough. What short ride it has been! l
should like to drive miles and miles on such
day as this. Really, should like to go on to
Pipton What do you say?" He had stopped
the horse, and sat holding the lines loosely in
! his hands.
Evangeline laughed @You would be ashamed
Of your conveyance-and of your company"
she said, making ready to get out.
He sprang to the ground and assisted her.
SYou have broken your promise already" said
he, smiling. as Pipton really SO fine a place
that our good old Fanny cannot be driven into
its sacred precincts?"
cts very nice town" said Evangeline "A
branch railroad has just been completed
there"
%Do you ever go there?"
@We do all our marketing there"
SThen suppose you and do the marketing
kets and canvas bags
SHOULD gu like to sell butter and eggs and
stocking yarn?" asked Evsngelne mischiev-
ously.
&Yes. Why nots They are all excellent
commodities, am sure. The only drawback
is, might get cheated"
%You would, if you were not sharp" said
Evangeline, laughing. @The storekeepers are
all Yankees"
ooh, then should be right at home you
see," answered Bushman, "and stand better
chance I know all the Yankee tricks"
1t did not take long to get all the butternuts
they could carry home. The ground was lit
orally covered with them, and Evangeline's
industry compelled Bushman to what he con-
sidered herculean exertions. He took off his
hat when he got through with the task and
wiped the perspiration from his forehead
Evangeline sprang into the buggy preparatory
to taking the basket
%Before we load up, said Bushman, ahad l
not better loosen the check-rein and drive old
Fanny into the river for drink? see there
is good ford here"
Evangeline assented, and he took his seat
beside her and drove over white sand-bank
into ne clear shallow stream, calling her at
tention to its beautiful windings and magnif-
cent borders, and to the sleepy depths of blue
overhead
~What glorious day!" he exclaimed, as old
Fanny, standing knee-deep in the transparent
water, bent her head to suck it up in her leis-
urely way. @Realy, have fallen in love with
this climate; it seems to me almost Oriental
~You ought to be an artist" said Evangeline
quietly you admire everything so much"
"0h, not everything" laughed Bushman;
@you cheaper my admiration. am sort of
artist l make pencil sketches to illustrate.the
articles write. will draw picture for you
some day."
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