The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1888-11-29

a garden could tell you about the separate
blossoms from which he the Sybarite) had
gathered his freight of fower-dust.
One thing only he heard which the wisely
injurious reader will care to know. Agnes
had met her cousin, Robert Jameson. the
day before, had received proper scolding
for her absurd independence, and, after a
frank settlement Of the heart question which
came up on the day of her flight, had prom
ised at once to return to his house-where,
for the brief remainder of our story, she is to
be found. Let us wish her joy-and the
kind, motherly aunt, also.
Oakhurst went directly to Paletto's room,
opened the door, and spread his arms.
"Have you strawberry mark" he
shouted
"No."
"Then you are my long lost brother! Come
to my arms"
Palette laughed long and loudly.
Forgive my nonsense, Palette. know /
am beside myself and ready for any extrava-
Cancel am so full of joy. I feared, in
coming along the street, that I should break
out into singing, or fall to dancing, like the
Scriptural hills"
"Then you have succeeded, and the girl is
yours! forgive your stupid old joke. You
can say and do just what you like You
have a right to be jolly, and to make pro.
digicus fool of yourself, if you want to. /
should like to have heard you. You were
very poetical, quoted Tennyson, fell on your
knees, and perhaps blubbered little Yon
are sentimental you know"
IL am happy, | know, and I don't care
whether you think me sentimental or not.n
"Well, I wish you joy, anyhow. Let as
make night of it. 1T is our royal pleasure
to be'-imagine the rest of the line Now is
the winter of our discomfort MY bosom's
lord sits lightly on his throne Come, let us
make ready, and we'll talk till
Nights candles are burned out, and iocund dav
Stands tiptoe on the misty
misty steeple of Old Trinity church-since
we haven't any misty mountain-tops in the
neighborhood."
Zone would think you the happy man."
IL am; your enthusiasm is so contagious
that am back in my twenties again."
"Why do you take your pleasure vicari-
ously! There is Mrs. Norcross, the charming
woman; I love her, because"
"No, sir, not her-one is enough"
"Then why not love her yourself? Well
make double barrelled shot of 1.-TWO
couples brought down by one parson."
avery ingenious, and economical, too: but
I think not. 1t is too late. I was brought
up in the country, and don't think it good
policy to begin agricultural operations in the
fall of the year; my spring has past But
is the day fixed? When are you to be the
truly happy man!"
mo, the day is not fixed," said Oakhurst,
thoughtfully. "You see, was SO bent upon
the settlement of the difficulty, that had
not considered the practical bearing of the
matter l am too poor to marry, and am
heartsick at the prospect of waiting"
"Wlth the chance of another rupture"
Move shall not quarrel again. But ]
shall go to work. I'll inundate the town
with pictures; if can't sell them myself. l
will have Jews to peddle them for me-"
"Hear the mercenary man! No,-go to
work in earnest, but put your life into your
pictures. If you can keep up your present
glow, you will be warmer than Cuyp.
DREAMER than Claude, more imaginative
than Millais"
"But the desperate long interval!"
Il don't know about that I quite like the
philosophy of Mr.. Micawber, and strenuously
believe in something turning up"
"What is that?" asked Oakhurst, noticing
letter on his friends table. "It seems to be
addressed to me-"
eyes, met a lawyer to-day, who asked me
if knew one James Oakhurst AS did
he gave me the letter. Some dun, probably,
or threat of suit. I wouldn't open it
Don't!"
"You only make me curious. l shall open
it. To-day I can defy dun even from
what, what's this? Trillion dead?-left in his
will bequest-forty thousand-to me?"
Palette looked over his friends shoulder
with well-simulated establishment.
"Sure enough; there it is, in black and
white. What do you think of Micawbers"
II think" said Oakhurst, with many tears
in his eyas, "that you are the artfullest
craftiest, hugger-muggering, dear old rascal
hist ever lived. Now let me embrace you in
good earnest. Oh, Palette, this is too much!
Here is Agnes-mine! Here is Europe, that
[ have looked at as I would Heaven, beyond
reach in this life. Now we will go to work;
and let Cuyp, Claude, and the rest of them,
look out for their laurelsp lI
"Softly, my boy; you squeeze like cider
press. But how came the old miser to give
you this!"
"My father was his partner; he was thought
| to be worth handsome sum while he lived