The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-07-21

congratulation, and Tom seemed rather
taken aback by ii.
I'm sorry you are not pleased" ne
said, after Q pause. IT had an idea
somehow you would be.
did not know from what you
judged. But, there, it's no use of crying
over split milk. You'll be married d.
rectly, presume. I must be looking
for house, and mother stroked her
nose refectiyely with knitting needle.
"What for p said Tom. IT thought
of keeping on here all the same"
81 never suspected other wise," said
mother. "Of course I did not expect
to turn you out of your own house"
"But what Is the need looking out for
another, thenS"
"Why. for myself"
For yourself ?" repeated Tom, in a
tone of utter amazement. "Going to
leave us-iust now? Why, Aunt Anne,
never heard Of such thing"
Now, Tom, said mother, speaking
very fast, and making her needle fly in
concert, eve might as well come to an
understanding at once on this subject.
am fully sensible of your past kindness
now just let me fnish-I say appre.
ciate it, and have tried to do my duty by
you in return, as I hope should be all
ways ready to do. I wish all good to
you and your wife, and shall be glad to
help her if can, but to live In the same
house with her is what would turn out
pleasant for neither one of us, and, once
for all, can't do it.
"Aunt Anne" said Tom, pushing
back his chair and staring in mothers
excited face, "either you or I must be
out of our wits
It's not me, then, at any rate" re-
torted mother, getting nettled.
Amusement and certain embarrass-
ment had kept me silent listener so
far, but there was no standing this I
tried to speak, but could not, for laugh
ing.
ct think you are all out of your wits
together" said mother, turning sharply.
"What ails the child? It's no laughing
matter"
"You don't understand each other, !"
L gasped; sob, dear! it's not Letty-oh
oh. dear!" and relapsed again.
"Not Lefty ?" repeated mother. turn
ing to Tom. "Then why did you tell
me SO ?"
"I never told you So" said Tom.
"Why, yes, you did," persisted
mother.
"You came in and told me you were
going to be married"
Yes, SO I am" said Tom, still at
cross purposes.
Now, Tom Dean, said mother ris-
ing and confronting him, what do you
mean? Who is going to be your wife p"
Why, May, of course" answered
Tom.
"May r and then, after a pause of
inexpressible establishment, it was moth
er's turn to laugh "Do you mean to
say, Tom, it was that child you were
thinking of all the while ?"
"Why, who else could it be? p said
Tom, sharply.
"Well," said mother, ST ought to
have remembered you never did do any
thing like anybody else. But, still, why
in the word do you go to work in such a
roundabout way ?"
[ wanted to see how you took to my
idea" said Tom.
"And how do you suppose we were to
guess your idea meant May?" mother
asked
"Who else could it be?" repeated
Tom. falling back on what he evidently
found unanswerable argument. It was
no use talking to him. Mother gave it
up with shake of the head.
And you won't want another house
then, Aunt Anne?" said Tom, suddenly.
That set mother off again Tom joined
with her, and altogether 1 don't think
we ever passed a merrier evening than
the one that made us acquainted with
Tor,n1n rrrifo