The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-01-25

knees she fell, and stayed in earnest
prayer until she heard the stealthy foot
steps creep down the stairs, and the
front door closed; and then she stole to
the window of her darkened room,
and, looking out into the lamp
lit street, watched a quick walking
figure il an old country woman's cloak
with deep cape, and large poke bon
net, such as her old neighbor always
wore; and she knew that the young
man had escaped in his mothers
clothes.
| One of the most old-fashioned houses
in an old country town was Miss Grey
brooks. A steep flight of Immediately
clean steps led from the pavement of the
High street to her hall door with its
shining brass knocker and bell-handle.
On each side of this hall door was a
large bay-window, just high enough to
make it inconvenient for any one TO
offer to shake hands with Miss Grey
brook when they were in the street and
she was tending her flowers in the win
dow. At the back of the broad hall that
went straight across the house there
were steps leading down into large,
wellkept gardens, and these were in
closed by substantial brick wall that
efectually protected the fruit and flow
ers from pilfering fingers.
Inside the house everything was ex-
pressive of wealth and solid comfort.
Miss Greybrook herself was regarded
by the towns-folk as peculiar, but her
peculiarly being accompanied by riches,
she was never made to feel it unpleas-
antly. In person she was tall and
angular, and pair of piercing
black eyes that shone out in vivid
contrast to her gray hair gave her re-
markable appearance. Her caps were
| always made high and her dresses
shorter than anybody else's, and she
made no change for fashion or favor.
Now this old lady was Mr. Tom
Craven's godmother. And on the very
cold, dull winter morning, of which
| have now to speak, she had risen from
her high-backed chair in front of the
bright steel fender at sound of the post
mans knock, and advanced to meet the
elderly servant who brought in the let
tiers on a silver salver.
''None from him." said the old lady,
when she was alone again, turning over
four letters eagerly in search of hand
writing that was not there. ''Poor and
proud, like his father! Well, I've seen
much folly in my time, but if he refuses
my offer, question if there is COM
panion idiot for such MANI
1t was three weeks since she had writ
ten to Tom Craven, addressing her let
ter to the Office of Brown e Co., by
whom she thought he was still en-
ployed, and offering to overlook the
hideous mistake he had made in marry
ing Appendices orphan-girl, and to de-
vote substantial sum to further his
prospects in life. On the very morning
that she was bewailing openly
her godson's pride, and secretly her
own, our friend Tom received o reply
to the letter he had sent to Brown q
Co., politely regretting that they could
do nothing further to help him, and in
closing Miss Greyhrook's letter, which
had been lying nearly three weeks at
their Office.
Clara, with the sadness of the last
nights struggle still upon her, ran
down the rickety stairs at sound of the
postman's knock, and received the let
ter for her husband, When she arrived,
breathless, at the top floor again, she
watched his face as he opened it. The
few polite lines from the business men
fell unread to the ground, while the
envelope they inclosed was torn eager
| ly open. Clara looked over his shout
der and read, too, and then with one
glance at the renewed light and vigor
IN his worn, anxious face, she relin-
pushed her role of bravery, and cried
out the misery of months in his arms
Bobby walked and BERTHE crawled to
the scene of action, and seeing their
mother in tears, lent shrill aid to the
chorus. Upon which they were kissed,
blessed and cried over till they thought
the world Represented to them by their
father and mother) had gone mad.
When partial calmness had returned
Tom spoke joyously:
Nov wife, sell something of YOUR
small store, and send telegram from
me to the dear old girlr'
"Tom!" cried Clara, laughing
through her tears, ''how disrespectfulb
But the telegram was sent and
brought in solemn wonderment to Miss
Greybrook before ten o'clock by the
postmaster himself. When once she
had the opened paper in front of her
eyes, and deyoured the in
formation that her godson was
in London, and DESTROYS of seeing her
Immediately she gave orders for Nv to
be in readiness to catch the next up
train, and that her fur travelling cloak
and boots should be put to the fire i'm
mediately. In the anxiety that all the
domestics felt to take share in the gen
eral excitement, Miss Greybrook's cloak
threatened to be torn in pieces, and
when wanted, one fur boot was found
warming in front of the kitchen fire, the
other reposing on the sheep-skin RUG
beside the drawing-room steel fender
However, vouchsating never a word of
explanation, but, happily for the sanity
of those she left behind, dropping the
telegram in the hall as she walked out
to the fly, Miss Greybrook started alone
on her travels.
AHo Uull AoSgy SHaueS OF LONDON
winter evening had gathered, and two
big and two little faces were pressed
| tight against the grimy top window of
a house in a Westminster street, as a
cab drove up.
go and bring her upstairs, Clara, y
said Tom. Il can't go in my slippers. !"
Eyes but I'm so afraid of herr
All fears were obliged to disappear.
however, for the object of them had
not waited to be brought up. She had
intimidated the landlady by the com
manding voice in which she had de-
sired to be shown to the apartments of
Mr.. and Mrs. Thomas Greybrook Craven:
and that fat and lazy person had pre-
coded the strange lady rapidly up so
many flights that on reaching the
top land ng Miss Greybrook stood
silent and stately, for she could not
speak. She waved the landlady down
again, just as the latter wanted to look
IN and see what would happen next.
ThensTom advanced, and his god
mother kissed him first, then his wife.
Then, obsevingssBobby and BERTHE, she
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