The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-07-31
GLASS HOUSES.
How the Occupant of One Was
Led to Move Out.

Whenever hear any one make use
of the good old saying: 'People in glass
houses shouldn't throw stones" | am
reminded of my friend, Kate Stormouth,
and her crazy-quilt.
Kate was the last girl any one would
have selected as likely to become VIC
tim of the crazy-quilt mania, for she
had never been fond of fancy work of
any kind, and seldom took needle in
her fingers, relying on very amiable
mother and an obliging younger sister
to do her necessary mending. But it
happened that an aunt in California,
who had never seen her ana knew moth
ing OF her likes and dislikes, sent her a
large bundle of velvet, silk, plush, bro
cade and satin pie es, taking it for
granted that it would prove q most &C
ceptable gift.
cpl have to make a crazy-uuilt now.
in spite of myself" said Kate, as she
surveyed the pieces ruefully, 'for if
Aunt Hester keeps her promise of COM
ing over to see us next year, she will
certainly ask me how | used her Gift,
and would probably be hurt if told that
i hadn't used it at ALL"
80 she wrote Aunt Hestera nice little
letter of thanks, and began on the Quilt
without loss of time
She didn't find piecing the SQUARES as
tedious as she had expected. 1t was
really pleasure to arrange the colors
and shades so that they would harmon
ize; and when she began the embroid-
cry she was still more interested. She
discovered that she had q genius for
making up new stitches, and was much
battered when several of her girl friends
asked to copy her designs, and praised
her for her "tine effects.
81 am falling in love with NV crazv
quilt, " she said to her mother one day.
land l have made up my mind to ex-
hibit it at the county fair Della Rogers
intends to exhibit hers, and it won't
bear comparison with mine. She doesn't
understand how to arrange her colors,
and nearly all her pieces are the same
size; and Cora Maydew's is worse. if
anything. She has so many cheap satin
and summer-silk pieces. If [ exhibit
mine, ought to take the first prize.
am only afraid / can't get it done in
time"
The fair won't open for eight weeks
yet" said Mrs. Stormouth. 7It seems
to me you have time enough"
but | don't want to neglect my
piano, said Kate. II won't give up
practicing even to take a prize at the
fair.
You certainly ought to know all
there IS to know about music" said her
sister Lila Il can't remember the
time when you didn't practice
Kate could scarcely remember the
time either She had begun to take
music lessons as soon as her little
fingers could stretch an octave, and for
the past eight years had made it rule
to devote four hours day to practic-
ing, She belonged to musical club.
composed of only eight members. but
aHWere genuine musicians, and did not
tolerate anything that was not strictly
classical Kate was fine performer.
but was always nervous when she
played at the club meetings, for her
critics We're merciless. She had lonc
since given up playing anything but the
most advanced music, and all the
sweet old-time pieces which had be-
Ionged to her mother were slowed
away in the attic on high shelf. Kate
said it made her sick" to look at
them and think that she had ever
known so little of music as to eniov
them. She profoundly pitied her father
and sister that their tastes had not been
cultivated, and that they could take
pleasure in hearing Della Rogers and
Cora Maydew drum" on the piano.
81 suppose ought to be ashamed to
confess it. !" Mr.. Stormouth said to his
wife one day, ''but don't eniov Kate's
music. OF course it is to her credit
that she plays so well, and can not APP
preciate anything but the best, but |
sometimes wish she knew some of those
good old pieces you used TO play years
ago
About four weeks before the fair was
to open, Kate came downstairs one
evening after supper, and found Lila
sitting on the front porch with several
OF her young friends. Among them was
WIN Beardsley, an artist, who was
spending a few weeks in ellington
visiting his parents, who were among
the oldest residents. Kate had known
WIN very well during his boyhood; but
he had spent the past six years in
Europe, studying at celebrated art
school, and of course she had not seen
himnntil very lately. Still, she felt that
their early acquaintance gave her GER
tain privileges, and was planning to ask
him favor which she felt sure he
would be only too glad to grant
As she greeted him with the grace OF
manner which was peculiarly her own,
he introduced to her gentleman to
whom he had been talking, a Mir. Mar
shall, from Virginia.
Mr. Marshall was Just saying how
fond most people are of music, said
Lila. You know how the poorest peo-
PIE will run after man with a hand
organ; and when an old negro gets out
his fiddle and begins to scrape the