The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-01-05

dismal and dingy The Major raised the cling
ing veil sufficiently to thrust the edge of the
glass between the lips of the patient Pres
entity the color came back to her face, she
drew long, gasping breath, and felt for her
pocket-handkerchief. 1t was in the pocket OF
her saddle-the Major instantly placed his
snowy cambria III her trembling hand Then
she overfowed
The Major waited little. Then he ventured
to take the hand that was not occupied with
his pocket handkerchief, and said, in tone of
respectful tenderness:
Don't pray don't give way so! You're
quite safe now, l assure you"
Sob, sob
IF you knew how every sob you utter rends
my" ("vitaIs," the Major was going to say,
then he thought of "breast," and finally
substituted) heart, you-you wouldn't keep
on So"
Sob, sob.
%You don't know how have hoped, have
longed for q moment like this to hold your
hand in mine. to feel tina we are alone to-
gether, that you do not repulse me, that am
permitted" kisses her handy, shat you do not
forbid me-" Business as before)
Sob, sob, sob. ~When will she stop?"
thought the Major.
%You do not answer: speak to me-or hear
me while l tell you what have wished to say
for long days past Miss Harford-Diana,
love yOu!" That was deucedly well put,
thought the Major to himself
SIR" said the lady, suddenly becoming
electrified into an erect posture.
"Patty!-Miss Roseneath!"
Eyes, Maj. Maiorbanks, Miss Roseneath.
Oh, take me home, take me home, and never,
never dare to call me Patty again!s
"The-de-vil!" said the Major slowly, be-
meath his mustaches.
"You might have been satisfied with making
fool of poor, silly girl without insulting
hor Oft .lz n,
c-c-cruel?"
Il say, Patty-listen a moment-don't talk
like that You don't suppose meant to hurt
your feelings? Hang it, amt such cad as
all that comes to- didn't know it was you
l took you for"
"0h, | know; you took me fo= Miss Hartford
Dear ID! she told me you had been making
love to her since you came. But thought you
had only been f-f-firhng," said poor Patty,
going off again.
did she tell you thatg" said the Major.
Eyes; and she said you we're conceited man,
and she was afraid every day you'd propose,
because she would have the trouble of refusing
you. never told her all you said to me down
at Rosewood Silly that was ever to believe
in a Major"
Did pique and chagrin at the intelligence
that he had just received prompt the Ma
jor's next impulse? Or did his better angel
whisper to him that dinner of herbs with
whom he was conscious of feeling as nearly
akin to that passion as he was capable Of
experiencing would be better than a more
splendid repast with her to whom he was in
different? Bitterly would he have derided
such an idea from another; bitterly that MORN
ing would he have laughed at the thought of
his present conduct But few men act up to
their principles; and it was with ring of
genuine feeling in his voice that he sat down
by Patty's side and said-but we will not write
his words; they were greatly devoid of that
artistic fuency which generally distinguished
the Majors utterances to the fair sex, but to
Patty they sounded like flowing honey
"And you really willard you're not sorry
for what has happened?"
SWELL, said the Major, looking down into her
eyes, which gazed up through her tears, glis-
tening with mingled light and tear-drops,
perhaps it wa at such an unfortunate mis-
take, after ALL"
Would You be surprised to hear that the
Major makes a capital husband? He lives in
an atmosphere of spuds and steam-ploWs
cattle and country magistracy, and when on
some summers eve the cloud-compelling cigar
being lighted, he lies upon his lawn, and sees
his young barbarians all at play, he really
does not look unhappy. Sometimes young
lady, who is getting older, comes to see Mrs.
Majoribanks and the children. She it is who
has given Fred his pony and Maurice his ter
rler She is still unmarried, and intends to
continue So
Sand yet I always thought you would marry
some time or other" says Patty to her visitor,
as the Major passes the window. Sand know
some one that thought SO too, at least at one
time"
@Ah, my dear, "says Diana, with a slight,
comical curl of her lip, chat was the Majors
mistake"