Connecticut western news., 1883-07-18
THE UNKNOWN COUSIN.
"Get out, you old scamp p
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

"Get out, you old scamp!''
 It wag brilliant July day, with skies of cloudless blue, the air scented with clover blossoms, and the brook vending its melodious way under green masses of peppermint; and MT. Carey, who had walked long distance, and had just fallen into doze, under the refreshing shadow of a gnarled old apple tree, start ed galvanically up at this ungentle ad- dress:
 'Ma'am" said he. "I assure you am not trespassing; T."
 But his apologetic words were cut short by the rattling of stout stick on the stone wall, close to him; and in an other moment, belligerent-looking red COW, came plunging through the high grass, directly toward his heaven of refuge.
 He started to run, but his foot catch ing in the gnarled root of an ancient tree, hefell headlong. The COW execu- ted 8 hurdle leap over his prostrate form; and vanished in clump of hazel bushes; and resolute, bright-eyed woman, of some forty odd years, came to the rescue, with & stick balanced across her shoulder.
 Don't strike p pleaded Mr. Carey. I'm getting off the premises as fast as I can. I assure you, I didn't know I was trespassing."
 Desire Welland blushed very. prettily, as she pushed back the sunbonnet, and endeavored to adjust her luxuriant red brown hair, which had broken loose from its pins.
 ssOh, I'm so sorry P she said. cit wasn't you meant at all, sir; it was the COW who had got into the cabbage patch. Did I hit you with the stick ? But never dreamed of anyone but Bossy be- ing there. Oh, let me run home and get the camphor-bottle?'
 Slowly MT. Carey raised himself to 6 sitting and then to standing posture slowly he felt his knees, elbows anc collar-bones.
 s1'm not hurt" said he-.'not to sig nifty, that is. It wasn't your stick ma'am; it was the roots of this confound ed old tree. It's enough to startle an, man, don't you see :? to hear himsel called-an old scamp"
 "But it wasn't you meant" breath lessly cried Desire; ''It was the old COW Won't you let me run up to the hous and get capcine plaster? Oh, do. Desire was fair to look upon, in spit of her forty summers, with big blac eyes, a laughing cherry-red mouth an cheeks just Drowned with the healthfu hue of mountain breezes. MT. Care felt himself gradually softening as h looked at her.
 "No.;' said he. s1 don't care for capcine plaster. But I've walked goo way, and I should like bowl of coffe if it's handy"
 "Oh, pray come up to the hous then," said Desire ''It's only ste across the orchard. Oh, that COW, ths COW We must certainly have her han pered after this p
 Perhaps" said MT. Carey, solemnl. as he endeayored to straighten the edg' of his hat, "you know family by u name of Welland who live hereabout Two old maids, who manage farm g by themselves. Very peculiar female am told''
 Desire stood still and began to laug while the deep crimson suffused h cheeks.
 ssWhy," cried she, tits us. It's n and Malvina. We are the Wella1 girls"
 It was MT. Carey's turn to flush al look awkward now.
 "Oh" said he. "Well, it don't ma ter. I've business at the Welland far that's all.
 tIsn't it strange that things shou happen so ?" cried Desire, opening t gate into the dim, shadowy orchal where scarlet lilies grew in the tall gra and the robins darted in and out of t dropping boughs. 'tThere's the hou You can see it now. Malvina and have.managed the farm ever since fatl died. Philo-that's our brother-hai house and an estate of his own, and wife don't want any single relations. I we've done very we'll, every one sa Here's the place. And here's Malvin,
 Miss Malyina Welland was diigen hoeing sweet corn ill mans hat ' boots. She was tall, Amazonian s of female, with high cheek bones, cut short, and a masculine way of le ing on her hoe. She looked shar around at the sound of footsteps.