The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-06-29

near farmhouse.
If peddle soap, I'll peddle it with
due decorum," soliloquized the youth,
knocking upon the back door with the
handle Of his whip
To have seen the capable air with
which he measured ashes, bushel by
bushel, giving in exchange money, or
gallons of soap, according to the
customers desire, one would have pro-
nounced him bred to the soap business.
Since his months rustication at his
Aunt Chutter's he had made the ac-
quaintance of most of the farmers along
the river, and these expressed their
qualification at meeting "a Judges son
that wasn't afraid to work. but out
side the parish limits his triunphal
march terminated. He was a stranger
| in strange lard. One man asked ifhe
had bought out the deacon; a second
hoped he wasn't proposing to run an
opposition team; and the loyal widow
Cleaves could hardly be persuaded to
sooth, she preferred to trade with
Deacon Clutter.
Obedient to his uncle's instructions,
at her cottage the young man took
cross-road to Kendall's, summer hotel,
Familiarity styled 'The Eyrie. /"
you'll find it long three miles, !"
had been Mrs. Cleaves parting remark.
ssThree miles, and not neighbor be-
tween here and there; / couldn't blame
the widow if she should want to change
her situation,' mused the deacon's
deputy, scanning the western horizon.
''Shouldn' t wonder if that cloud yonder
meant business. l thought the sun was
too bright this morning. Well, little
heightened thunder will drown this ever
lasting racket" l
Facing about to wedge imposition an
empty soap barrel, he observed two
ladies driving up the hill in basket
phaeton
"That looks like Kendall's team that
gave auntie such panic this morning."
thought he. "Those ladies are some of
his boarders, / suppose-Tom Cayen-
ders mother and sister, for aught /
know | have heard they were stop
ping at the Eyrie Goodness! wouldn't
it be good joke if | should fall in with
them to-day!''
Meanwhile the younger lady in the
carriage was merrily commenting on
the quasi soap-man's active figure con-
spicuously and amply clad in the dea-
cans canvas frock and overalls.
II hope he isn't perambulating
maniac, mamma" o
Its the very cart that frightened the
ponyn' was the terrified response. "Do
let me go out, Lila! Oh! ohr'
But already the horse was backing
down the hill. Harvey sprang from the
cart, and grasped the refractory animal
by the bride just in season to prevent
the carriage from oyerturning in the
ditch.
"Thank you, sir-thank you very
much," said the girlish driver, the color
rushing back to her face. Now if
you Il be kind enough to lead our pony
past your cart we shall yet be more
obliged
"a pretty girl-stylish, too, but
abominably patronizing, thought the
young Sophomore, stalking resentfully
at the pony's head.
'"There, now your cart is behind us,
we shall have no further trouble. Tn
sorry to have detained you, sir. Inf
nitely obliged
In leaving the ladies Harvey mechan-
ically raised his hat the deacon's hat
alas! yellowed and frayed by farm serv-
ice. The touch set flying the ashes upon
its brim, giving our receding hero the
effect of being caught away in cloud.
A little blinded, but laughing behind his
goggles, he went back to old Dobbin,
and waited for the ladies to go on in adj
vance.
But what allied that surprising ponyp
The young lady ,chirruped to him; he
would not bulge. She snapped the
whip; he stood as stiff as the wooden
horse of the Trojans. as
"Oh, daughter, daughter, he's balk-
ing!" cried the elder lady, who APP
peared to be an invalid. eff there's
anything I'm afraid of, it's a baking
horse. 9ti q sslia@
"Allow me, madam, said Harvey,
again advancing.
He twisted the animals ear mo-
ment to divert his attention, then took
him by the bit and led him several
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"See, mamma, the pony has rot over
his sulks. Thank you, sir
The young lady resumed the reins;
the fractions quadruped promptly re-
fused to stir. s
''Let me get out, Lila; l won t 60 an
other step with him.
"He doesn't seem to be goino,'' said
the daughter, with vexed laugh. s.You
know you can't walk a rod. You'll
surely have 9 relapse, mamma, if you
don't sit still.n n. So .1 '..
Again Harvey led the pony. Again
the tantalizing nag stuffed in his harness
the instant Miss Lila took the reins.
Many times was this farce repeated, and
many were. the minutes wasted. Mean
time the sky had become overcast,
and thunder was muttering in, the dis
lance. salA Il sltaa9 .s
e"My mother has been very i'll. If she
is caught in the shower she may get her
DEATH cried Miss Lila, in distress.
"Oh, what shall,we do?''
IF you'll pardon the suggestion, I
might drive you to the Eyre, if that is
your destinations" said Harvey, with
.depreeatory glance at his masquerading
costume. IS a8 sa3 MI.
"Oh, aoi1 youP But there is your
horse and cart?''
g could come for them. y
"And with all mammals shawls and
pillows, the phaeton is hardly wide
enough for us two.n
"That is true; it IS a Lilliputian af-
fair" The youth was gravely testing
its light springs and braces.
g Is there danger of breaking down?
Then you go with mamma, and IN drive
the cart.
Lila Lavender! The idear' eNpostu-
lated the invalid.
"Tom Cayender's mother and sister.
by the ashes of my uncle! Confound if.
what a scrapep' was the young soap
merchants inward ejaculation as he
awaited the ladies' pleasure.
what better can / do, mamma? I
shall ride famously. Unless you're
afraid to trust me with your horse
the young lady added, with glance