The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-11-19

M$$. "a cold air of that Novem-
lNAM.E~SA Der morning, and with
AWEA>YS her own plump, pretty
ANN MA hands fed her great
".'H%SA= SSs$y< noisy family of domestic
~seS!Sfs-SS'ssSSSeN fowls. 1t was drawing
near to Thanksgiving, and with that para
doXical nature, which SO strangely exhibits
itself even in the human family, all the
feathered creatures were tanner, more con-
tiding and more interesting than at any
other period of their lives, on the principle,
/ suppose, that BLESSINGS brighten as they
take their flight.n
"Youpoor dear!n Mollie said, in con-
Cemplative tone, as she patted the bobbing
head OF the great handsome turkey already
marked for the sacrifice, you shall have all
YOU want, for tomorrow you die. It's Just
shame. If you had only died when you
were little you wouldn't live to be roasted
and eaten now! And you are so happy
here"
Then she smoothed the ruff1ed plumage
OF jealous fowl-lSing of the harem-
aud reproved noisy duck that was
eating more than his share.
81 declair,n said her father, who stood in
the doorway watching her, II dew be-
leeve every one of them dumb things senses
Molle and likes TO hear her voice. She's a
purity good-lookn' girl, too, hey, mother.
She favOrs YOU"
Mrs. Hartner took her hands out of the
dishwater and looked over her husbands
shoulder.
''She amt humbly," she admitted, ''but l
allus thought she took after your side Of the
house, 'Lisha.n
"She's jest you over ag'in, Maria, as you
looked when | come u courtiu', like San
ford Stiles is DOM meow. Hullo! Talk
of angels an you heer the rustlin' of their
wings. Amt this middlin' arly for you,
Stiles9"
Eyes, sir,n answered the new conner, in
somewhat shame-faced manner, IL was
just passing this way, and l thought I'd
stop in and ask you if the fall-plowing- the
the corn-the''--
Eyes! it's out thare in the gardn. Go
rite through. Molhes feedin' it to the
fcowls. She'll tell you the pertikelers her.
self"
The visitor hurried out through the side
door, and the farmer started in another
direction; but before he went he inquired
of his wfe
Say, Maria, was ever SIGH peslzy fool
as that chap whom l come -courtin' you9"
" OAoSy Sn1N MISS I1dTUucT, grave
ly; sam you amt got over it yet, 'Lisha"
But the twinkle in her eye told that she
was partner in his foolishness.
began to tell you what u pretty picture
Mollle Hartner made, standing like another
Ruth, "breast high amid the corn.n She
was such sweet, wholesome, well-made
girl, with the rich, ripe, harvest color of a
seek-no-further apple in her round, dimpled
checks, and as she stood there with all her
soft, dark hair wrnd-hlown, and the color of
the skies matched in her great blue orbs
you would go further and look far to find
any thing as fair as she. So thought the
lover as he stepped softly upon the scene
coming 20 give her q surprise.
As if she did not know! She had heard
his fo2t at the front gate, heard his bung-
ling speech to her father
"oh, lovers eyes are sharp to see
And lovers ears in hearing
But she went on all the harder feeding
her faithful poultry, and only that the color
spread from cheek to bIpw and the dim
pies twinkled in delicious confusion of
smothered laughter, the demure Mollie
knew nothing of aught but her feathered
friends.
And the lover Toasted his eyes. She had
on simple blue gown, with a white fichu
tied about her shapely shoulders; but how
fair, how fair she looked to him. do not
think myself that lovers eyes are hyper
critical in regard to the colors their be-
loved ones wear. If Mollie had worn red
and-yellow or sage-green it would have
been all the same to Sanford Stiles, She
would still have been
-"the fairest
That e'er the sun shone onif
He was not Unlocking himself in his
straight, sturdy manhood. AS he APP
nrNached Mnllie he held something in his