The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-01-26
THE END OF GRANDPA'S STORY.

Then rest-at the Fathers kneel
Wide AlDdhe
THE END OF GRANDPA'S STORY.
"Well, I'm sure!" said Mahala to
herself, as she drew the plaid muslin
curtain quickly across the lower half
OF the kitchen window. "What impu-
dencen
Between Mahala's kitchen window
and the principal road of Elmtown lay
only strip Of garden glowing with all
the bright autumn flowers known to
nature, and set between box borders
and tiny paling fence. The house
itself was olive, picked out with Indian
red; and on the fence hung a small sign
bearing the inscription, ISRAEL CAMP,
M. Dr. In fact, it was the doctors
house, and Mahala was The do tors
daughter, and managed wonderfully,
the neigh ors said with one little col
ored girl from the Orphanage. At pres
ent she was making a roly-poly for
dinner, and had been greatly aggravat-
ed, for, naturally, she desired to see
what she was doing, and had drawn the
curtain back-and q wagon full of
boarders from Captain Feeler's had
driven past, every one turning his head
to stare. And then man in gig with
a lady, who had said aloud, in SUI h
cOndescending tone: "What a pretty
cOTtage!" And then young man, in
dandy sportsman costume, with gun
on his shoulder, and followed by a boy
with a game-bag, had sauntered by,
never taking his eyes off the window.
Actually glaring at me-" said Ma
hala. az declare it is too bad. | wish
the house wasn't right in the middle of
the road, so that everybody that goes
past can glare right into the Kitchen
She added, in temper. "Its like
living in peep show"
"Why Mahaly," piped the old grand
father, from his splint-bottomed chair,
tilted pre- ariously on its hind legs on
the porch why, Mahalt, you wouldn't
like to be sot ba k in the middle of
grove, like the Cappen's folks at the
HillP"
Eyes, | would" said Mahala, with
emphasis.
"Why, Mahaly," repeated the old
man, mildly, as one addresses a deliri-
GUS person, "you couldn't see no teams
go by. Don't you admire to see teams?
do. I've seen Jones' and Balls and
Peters and Peeler' since / sot here"
"Oh, we'll grandpa" said Mahala,
recovering her amiability, and smiling
over the hucllleberries, Il suppose it is
interesting to those who like it, and
don care until those great droves of
summer boarders rush down here. and
keep flying by, all rugged up. glazing in
at the windows, with their white feath-
ers and red parasols and black mus
taches, when Pm cooking at the win
dows in my calico frock. You'll own
that trying"
This speech, incomprehensible as it
might have been to foreigner new to
the language, was quite Ineligible to
the person to whom it was addressed.
who answered, slowly:
well, those folks up at the Cappen's
do dress fine, l must allow, but you're
prettier than any of EN-, you know, Ma
haly."
Flattery, even from ones grandfath-
err, is sweet Mahala laughed, and two
dimples came into her cheeks.
"You favor your grandma, Mahaly,'
continued the old man, ''and she was
called the belle of Elmtown when
courted her. She had forty-two offers
of marriage, and was the worst and
she had me-. -
1--WE never had one yet" said Ma
hala, rolling up the dumping in its
cloth, and looking into the boiling pot
as she carefully dropped it in. .sWhat
g 01n 70,
Not single young man in the place."
Perhaps one will pass by on team.
Then you won't despise EN- So" said
the grandfather. II know gal that
lived away up on a mounting, and not
livin' soul came by once year, and
one day one of them civil engineers, as
they call EN-, was sent to measure off
the mounting, and he saw her a milking
the COW, and-In
Here he paused, and Mahala gave
shrek
A painting, trembling boy, with his
eyes sticking out of his head, had sud-
denly dashed into the garden, and stood
before them painting and calculating
He killed himself He's killed
himself p
lis itfatherp" gasped Mahala, trem-
bling so that she could hardly stand
Hush, child. No You've come for.
the doctor, haven't you?" asked the old
man. "Nho is it?>
Its Mr.. Archer. He's shot," painted
the boy. He's all blood; | guess he's
dead. Send the doctor. Don't let them
hang me didn't do it purpose. He
gave me hisgm TO hold, and it went off,"
"Ef he'd knowed you as well as do,
Blil, he wouldn't hey given it to you to
hold, " said the old man; but YOU
won t be hung. Where is he Mahaly,
go hunt up your father. Here, come
a ong, show me where he is"
Away went the old man and the how.
In minute more the doctor, who had
been turning his pumpkins in the little
field behind the house, was seen to leap
to the fence and run up the road after
them, with his glasses on his forehead,
and straw in his hair, and Mahala, sit
ting on the porch to quiet down, soon
saw a sad procession advancing : the
doctor, his father-in-law, and two farm
laborers, bearing amongst them shutter
on which lay figure in dandy sports
man attire-all bloody and bemired-
BILLY following behind with game-bag,
gun and cap, and other portable prop
erty.
"ls it serious, papaP" asked Mahala.
20 open up the bed in the spare
ROOM ,s and go over to your aunt's and
stay until | send for You, if you feel like
fainting, sreplied the doctor
Mahaia pbeyed the first behest, but
did NOT go toher aunt's. She sat in the
Kitchen watching her dumpling; and
feeling remorsef1l. -'
That was the Young man who stared
so. All! he is not staring now. poor fell
low! And how handsome he was: and.
alter all, q cat might look upon King.