Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1850-01-25

believe you are as vigiant in the register of ar
rivals, as | am this winter"
'Who is it Jane 2
'You must have heard of him, he has been here
two whole weeks, is student at law, and if he
isn't good looking, he is smart enough to make
amends
Il have indeed heard of him, Jane, but | tho't
it best, perhaps, to reserve the information, TO
let you betray the interest you felt in him,
without subjecting you to the modification of a
denial
why did you, Viola? You kno,o spoke so,
only from natural curiosity. You dttcayS tor
mcnt my secrets from me. Well, ! can't help
it; Won will wish my interest was less when
you have once seen him. | find that those
young ladies' who are to all appearances so
listless and void of teG,ng, are only amassing
knowledge to apply to their own peculiar benefit,
in the end
You are perfectly crazy, Jane. One would
think you were already jealous of me. How do
you know but that this young man is long since
married p
Hm sure heisn't. Mrs. Ryan says she knows
he isn't. Why, how foolish you talk, Viola
What ails you this morning? A student mar
ricd g? Nonsense tell you he is from the
east-has fine form, and roguish eye-they
call him the little scholar. ! met him on Wig
net street, last Monday, and observed that his
form was eegant--Oh! that bcnpet-Ma-
ry, give mo my hood; | must trim that bonnet
this very morning--they say he Is model
for young men. knows Latin, Greek and poetry,
sings, plays and danccs-wish | could meet him
at a Ball-why don't you bring me my hood,
Mary! ! must 90 this minute down street and
get that ribbon he studies in the second sto-
ry opposite the tinker's shop on the ne: street
Mary, adjust the trimmings on Miss Will
iam's hat while am gone. Oh yes, your hats
fringe Viola, shall be done tomorrow. l
have just thought what you came ior--just
right. Won't you walk down street with
me? Ten chances to one we shall meet this
little beau
'Of course, Jane, so far as you go my way
Such was the turn of conversation between
Viola Richardson, and Jane Wiley, her prating
Alilliner, on cool but lovely morning in Janua-
ry, 1874. 1t was one of those mornings which
create in the soul neither veneratlon nor inspra-
tion-too bright for winter too silent for spring,
too lively for autumn, too cold for summer.
On that morning you might have seen the
fair ones of the city Of -- tripping along
Nignette street, some all smiles, some with the
melancholy of corroding thought tinted on their
smooth foreheads some with the light and airy
quick but unsteady pat which betrays the unaf-
tected modesty, and uncomfortable embarrass-
ment of true loneliness, suffering under the gaze
of idling mulGtudes. All had the deep crimson
of freezing atmosphere and early exercise on
their cheeks.
The ranting milliner and her fair companion
formed not the least attractive of these groups.
The first cons, anty casting forth some half vim
dctve remark upon every pretty and conceited
Miss whom they met The other half consent
ing to all she said from policy. Who has not
had a quid nunc friend to whom every mystery is
plain and every uncertainty positive fact?
"Sae there ? said Jane, after remaining 81
lent longer than is usual with persons of her
temperament. If that don't beat everything -
There's Julia with white plume on her awful
looking dark bonnet Some people have such
tastes! She wears it because youngstcr from
Boston says he admires white plumes. She new
or thinks there is right and a wrong in the
case. Dear me, Before Id top out my head
with something ridiculous to please anybody
and look a great gray mutf and check
plaid shawl. How can she ruin her pretty dress
by such inappropriate Accomplishments
Her silent auditor here checked her, by re-
minding her that they were in the street, and
that she might DO a prettier thing than to spend
so much contempt on the happy Julia.
Not taking the admoniton very kindly Jane
looked at her companion steadily for some mo-
mcnts and observed that she had fixed her eye
on some object ahead; but too much engaged
in her subject TO take an ordinary hint, she pro-
ceeded
The happy Julia Doyou think | would es-
TEEN myself happy in ueing obliged to wear any
thing unbccoming to please another?
At this moment she looked significantly a.
round for an answer, but saw that the face of
her fair friend was the seat of uncommon emo
ton, and before she could ask the cause of this
change, she was startled by the low bat imperi-
Gus voice of Viola. But one word-Hush!'--
and Jane stepped lighter than before. Her head
lost its graceful sitting in the imitable twitch of
female affectation. Every limb was raised up
for effect, and took its place with jerk. Viola
saw by slight motion of James eye that they
were in fact meeting the young stranger OF whom
they had been previously speaking. The deep
blush of embarrassed modesty arose in her fair
cheek, mantled tashingly up her low but full
for, ad, flashed down her snowy neck, and, it
may be, brought lingeringly from her virgin bo-
som its first painful sigh. But he had passed.
A quick and elastic step which you scarce could
hear upon the inlaid walk-a small but graceful
form which moved like a very spirit, and con-
NlCGu you SO QulCh lldl It's was IlOt
an effort. A piercing blue eye which spoke its
deep volume of sensibiity in its hslfgiven glance,
all were familiar at first look, and each had Sc
erect spring in the maiden blush of the beauti-
tul Viola. 1t was her first sight. and she fancied
he had passed without noticing them, and hoped
her emotion had escaped the observation of Jane.
A moment undeceived her, for she saw by a
movement in the lips of her friend that she had a
voley of her niaisiries prepared for her as soon
they had distanced the stranger.
We'll, Viola, said she, turning her head slyly
around to convince herself that she might safely
speak. Il see you blushed mighty nice for him.
That's right; these things all have their effect
And he, too, how wonderful prim he took a no.
ton 10 step all at once. declare If he isn't
looking back at you as impudently as if he new
err saw lady before. lie knows by this time
every thread You have on you. You won't
change 'em new till they're worn to bits, either.
You needn't blush any longer can't appre-
ciate them as well as the bird you have just
caught
This was intolerable to the young girl, who,
in addition TO this very unprctty harrangue, was
enduring all the torment of fancied unrequit-
ed affection. The lecturing strain of her MILL
ner was before perhaps amusing, but it was
now downright torture, and she resolved to free
herself from her epidemic friend at the next cor
ner.
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