The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-04-30
MY UNCLE'S HOBBY.
A Tale of Science, Love and I'M
ported Imagination.

"Reginald," said my uncle, one
morning after breakfast, '.Rose dag
incourtis coming to stay with us to-
morrow"
l suppose that most young fellows,
shut up in dull country house, with
NO companions excepta scientific uncle
and faded aunt, would have been pos
sessed by extravagant delight upon
hearing of the approaching visit of a
bright Deyonshire maiden. You will
begin to understand the unnaturalness
of my position when tell you that /
was not. At my uncle's announce
ment my heart sank like lead. The
fear of his hobby was upon me.
"Her father was a fine knightly
SOUL continued my uncle, "and her
mother was distinctly a clever woman.
General d'Agincourt, her uncle, was
the handsomest man ever saw. l am
inclined to waive a certain ancestor in
the maternal line, who is reported to
have been valetudinarian and bore;
and as to Miss d'Agincourt's great
aunt, Lady Somers, who was undoubt-
eddy creature of weak intellect, there
is trustworthy tradition of fall in
the nursery, which will dispose of the
superstition of any hereditary taint.''
These remarks of my uncle terrified
me. / waited anxiously, but I knew
what was coming. Taking his pipe
from his lips with that mcditative gest-
ure which | knew so well, he pro-
cecdcd:
my researches into the life history
of the family have been, upon the
whole, satisfactory. now propose to
devote seven days to the analysis of the
young lady herself. AT the end of a
week, if the result of my observations
points in that direction, / shall ask you
to propose to her."
expected the blow. but itstaegered
me nevertheless. Argument, l knew,
would be worse than useless.
'But what is she like, unclePn
asked.
"She will be, as far as I can Judge
from my present data, of the synthetic
order of mind. That is my hope.
What you want in Il wife, my dear boy,
is synthesis. You're so conioundedly
analytical; you haven't y spark of
imagination in your whole compost
ton. That was your poor mothers
fault"
"But, uncle, meant what is she like
personally?"
"Shc'll be handsome enough foryou,
you young rogue, I'll be bound But
you'll Judge for yourself tomorrow.
You can take the dog cart down TO
Crompton station TO meet the five
o'clock train. To-day is Thursday; on
Saturday week will tell you il YOU
may propose to her"
My uncle bcamod bonignantly, and
strolled into the garden.
loved no one in the world better
than ! loved my uncle, the kind old
guardian Of my boyhood, but ever
since | had arrived at mans estate |
lived in dread of his hobby. was
convinced of sneaking tendency TO
the romantic in my own disposition
which would harmonic i'll with his
scientific plans for my future, and |
shran6 from the trouble which |
thought was sure to come between us
when the time came for the practical
working out of his theories. 10 listen
and assent to his learned dissertations
upon hcredity was one thing; to marry
4 girl because the match would dove
tail with his principles was quite
another AS ! drove down TO Cromp-
ton the next day, felt that had al
ready conceived deep aversion for
this young lady who had been selected
as a fitting complement to my cx-
istence.
This feeling lasted for half an hour.
AS soon as the train arrived, and Miss
dAgincourt stepped from hercarriage,
] began to rclent; when | had intro
duced myself, and heard the music of
her replies, began to like her, and
when handed her mic the dog cart, /
was in love with her. The rapidity of
my subsection amazed me, for although
j had always protested TO believe in
love at first sight, | had never actually
realized the possibility of such an
event happening to myself. But now
felt like newly awakened Cymon;
my soul suddenly expanded with the
most delicious sensations | had ever
experienced, can not describe her.
/ never could understand how any one
dare attempt to reproduce in words the
nameless grace of wommhood. In
deed, to make an inventory of her
charms would be misleading, for it
was not the aggregate sum of her at
fractions which rendered her 50 fasci-
mating, but rather the ever shifting
play and variety of their combinations.
In a word, she was the most winning
young woman had ever seen.
My dear uncle welcomed her with
his usual kindness, mingled with a
critical admiration delightful 10 be-
hold. His hobby had never produced
such fruit before! He was very at
tentive to her during the evening, and
indeed monopolized so much OF her
conversation that could not help feel
ing q little sulky, although | knew that
his attentions to her were in my own
interest, j knew that, while he was
playfully drawing out her various
tastes and proclivities. he mentally
noted them down for his own pur-
poses; and when | heard her quick
witted replies, / was sure that she
must be finding favor in his eyes. But
he had the true spirit of scientific in
vestigatiOn, and refused to anticipate.
When we were left alone at night. and
trimming over with excitement,
asked his opinion Of her, he only an
swercd