The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-05-09

nalVely Scotch.
On the morning after his recovery of
consciousness, Jeanne came into his
room and, as she arranged the flowers
of a fresh bouquet she had gathered,
said:
eye maun tax some parritch, moo"
Manu- thought John, each sep
arate bristle of his misogyny erect.
81 dinna wush ony parritch," he
growled.
"Dinne YEP" thought Jeanne. "I
said We maun." But she would not ar
que, this little woman. She only said,
with the sweetest air of Difference
"Will We haze it warrum or cauldp''
II winna-'
With most artless, pre-engaged
manner she arose, saying:
II guess ye had better has it war
rum.
AS the door closed softly behind her,
John buried his head in the pillow,
muttering: "Sic wee bit saucy
bodie."
Soon the door opened and Jeanie APP
peared, quietly stirring dainty bowl of
"parritch
Turning to the male attendant
Watty, who did not seem to do much
else than to sit on the edge of his char
and bob his weak eyes at the sick man
-she said:
" Left the mon up gentle.
In a few moments John found him
self bolstered upright in bed, with the
look of protest on his rugged face shad-
ing almost into one of supplication.
moo tax yer parritch, that's guild
mon.'
"Jeanie, woman, dinna I tell ye''-
But the bowlwas in his lap, the spoon
in his hand, and she was humming her
way through the hall. What could he
do? Only what he did.
When Jeanne returned TO take the
half-hnished bowl to the kitchen John
saw, or thought he saw, just the suspi-
cion OF smile stirring in the placid
depths of her eyes; and he read, or
thought he read, its meaning.
A few days afterward Jeanne sat by
the window of the invalid's room,
thoughtfulIy plying her needle.
Through the open windows came a
fresh sweet breath of air, cooled by a
brief shower, and scented by the per-
fume caught from the white censers of
the apple blossoms which it had SWUNG.
in the wide orchard. The breeze kissed
gratefully, the forehead of the sick man,
who lay dreamily gazing at the busy
spinster until he was thrown into the
greatest discontinue by Jeanie's fold
ing her hands over her work, and gaz-
ing shrewdly and rehectively at him.
'tD'ye ken what wur thinkin' ABBOTT,
puir mon?"
An upheaval of the pillow as the shay
gy head plunged under it was her only
answer.
John designed this rather ill-consid-
cred 'naneuver to be interpreted as
meaning that he ''didna ken or care. =
But the tranquil woman was pleased to
leave it uninterrupted.
II wur a-thinkin' how Draw We wad
lux in bonny cap, trimmit Willow
will we haze it trimmit?'
"Waes me! sic daft whigmeleerie, .
blurted the disconnected man. the
wrinkles of his bronzed face deepening
and writhing into something which
might have been grimace or smile.
1t seemed so little at home there that
decidedly incline to the latter belief.
think Jeanne did, too; for, as the
heaving of the pillow revealed the fur
rowed face, look of serene satisfaction
settled on her own.
And John saw that look and read it.
His first impulse was to resentment, as
open and obstinate as needful: but the
quiet air of always seeming to defer to
! his wishes (although it was evident she
! never did defer to them), looked so in
genions and SO winning that he had moi
heart to resort to resentment OF STRAIT
egy he knew nothing. AS near as he
could approach to it was to form the
policy of neutrality, of non-commit-
ment. But. in the deeper diplomacy Of
Jeanne, it was indispensable that he
should be committed. So she contin-
ued:
'Shall we say trimmit VII cherry-red
or wi blue?n
'Jeanie, woman, haze mercy I am
nae staumrel. / Gamma put my pow in
ony sic bag as that.
| Yes; he was computed.
Jeanne busted helself a moment in
picking the dried leaves from the win
| dow-plants,. and then, as she turned
toward the door. said:
II haze it. 1t maun be blue. tae
match your e'en.'
The soft closing of the door made the
vehement demurrer heard only by the
attentive Watty, who merely wiped his
eyes and stared the harder at the in
valid
In due time the absurd artifce was
carried to successful issue Although
the neauy-trimmed cap was commonly
crumpled under his neck, OF, when he
grew sleepy, was mashed over his eyes
like surgical compress, he made al
least pretense of wearing it until he
was able to leave the bed.
His convalescence was rapid; but not
so rapid but that before he could leave
his room Jeanie's little hand had 81
lently unwound the matted and un-
slightly weeds of misanthropy Che
thought it such) from his heart, and
touched and awakened chords he never
knew We're there. And the strange.
new strings We're sweet, very sweet, II
not with harmony at least with
prophecy.
SO it came to pass that, more than
once, during their daily drives up the
shady valley road, John tried hard to
say something, something which Jen-
ME was not at all 10th to hear. And
though these attempts were usually hui