Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-03-18
From the Olive Branch
CARRY ANDERSON.
"And so YOU won't have me 2"

hHC 81 YOU Won HIVE Iuc
"No that | WON'T" retorted the little beau
tv, tossing her head. I'm to marry ricl
if live, not a beggar, papa says, and | an
sure You amt likely ever to be worth any
thing. You are only good to milk COWS, anC
go crrands for Your mother
This speech stung the heart of poor lit
Jansen. He loved his little school girl compan
ion with boyish enthusiasm, that under othe
circumstances might have ripened into al
idolatrous affection. They had been laugh
ingly, innocenty telling who they liked best
as they came by the fresh, bright meadows
on their way from school Hesaid, how on'
of these days, he meant to marry "little queer
Nab" for that was what they called the belle
of the school room.
Now, however, he left her side, his bosom
swelling high, and his great blue eyes, altho
he was manly boy, filled with shining
tears.
Presently he felt something touch hi
hand, and looking down, saw another hand
small and white And by his side there
crept delicale little figure, and passing
sweet face looked up into his own.
"Don't cry, dear Jansen, don't feel sorr,
any more; III be your wife,
Instinctively he put his arm around the
little creature-for she was lame, and leaned
for support like loving tcndril, upon every
thing she ncared. And every time her gen
tie dark eyes looked into his own, he was
comforted; and every pretty word that fel
from her rosy lips, soothed the anguish tina
to child, is keener than the sorrow of age
Il am going to seek my fortune, uncle John
said Jansen, now grown tall and robust; tho
must come and say good bye
"Humph"' said the old man, looking up
with a scowl, rolling stones gather no moss
better stay at home and peg shoes You'll
be disgrace to your mother, Isay-to youl
family, to the village. What on airth you'll
come to, Providence only knows; but if
had We, precious little time ye'd get to q
strolling around like vagabond. Want ;
pair of shoes, | suppose. but | shan't Civ
EN- to YOU"
"Good bye, uncle John" said Jansen, agail
pressing his hat Oh hard, and biting his lii
to keep his anger in.
"Good bye, you little fool" growled tn,
oIl HAL, new NtthllS Has c1Co HOiii HI
work
Not so foolish as you think, uncle ex
claimed Jansen, stoutly; land may be- h
added uost tiercely, you'll live to see the da,
when you'll be proud to say YOU ever spok,
to me-"
The old man looked up, and rolled his it'll
ewes, but Jansen had gone; SO he only nut
tered "pshaw!' and went restles>ly to worl
again.
Away ratified the coach, and the little vel
ping cur that turned sumerset every tim
the whip cracked, followed it till it gaineC
the highway, and then came trudging bacl
to the white cottage where his master lived
and sat himself doggedly at the gate.
In that pretty white cottage, in its bes
chamber, lame Garry stood at the window
weeping, yet smiling in the midst of he
tears. She had peeped through the hal
closed blinds to watch the stage as it passed
and after it had gone, she had turned one
again to the little note, folded in her hand
and opening it read over and over:
"Dear Garry IF | should be gone 70
long years, forget not that sweet promise yo1
gave me when we were children. l shal
never forget the words don't cry, dear Jan
sen, don't feel sorry any more; III he you