The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1861-03-28
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Or, the Beauty of Gientllorn.
a TALE FOUNDED ON FACT.


TALE FOUNDED ON FACT.
The mellow rays Of a summer sunset danced
and quiverdd across the neatly sanded floor of
Reuben Browns humble sitting room. The
I good farmer sat at open window, inhaling
the breath Of the roses and jasmine, that clam
bered ameng the ivy to the very thatch. . At
intervals his ear was greeted with sweet
saatehes of song from robin redbreast that
had made its home in the noble cld"oak under
the broad branches of which the little home-
stead had nestled for three generations
There was smile of contentment. and peace
in the farmers sun burnt countenance, as he
wiped his ample forehead and rested in his
I bigh-bacded chair after the trials of the day,
while the scented breeze lifted the locks, now
wearing thin and bear" from his reverend
brow. 1t was with no thoughtless eye that he
gazed ont upon the fair scene before him. The
waving fields that spread their golden treas
ures to his gaze were his The mill beyond,
its swift sails, now still and motionless, had no
other owner than Reuben Brown. A conely
matron approaches from the dairy across the
road, the lightness and grace of youth in her
step, though youth itself had long since fed,
and his heart receives new emotion of pleas
ure, as his eyes follow the form Of his dear wife
Mary. And was not their sweet child, Maud,
known far and wide as the Beauty of Glen
thofn!" All, happy indeed was Reuben
Brown
"Our Maud fingers late this evening"" re-
marked farmer Brown, as he drew near the
board to partake of the tempting meal that had
been prepared for some time.
The home-brewed ale foamed and frothed in
the great tankard that had served his sire and
grandsire before him, aud it gave an addition
al zest to his appetite to look at the rudy
cheese, dainty butter, snow white bread all
prepared by the hands of his excellent wife.
She must have met Charles, and of course,
the young couple take no heed of the fight of
time, she returned
For a moment shadow darllencd the far
mer's brow; he shook his head moodilY as ne
repled,:I fear that heavy hang the hours that
Mand spends III Charless company now, she
isn't as she used to be, singing lik e lark from
morning to night. She ever seems uneasy
when Charles comes to the farm. But you
must. have noticed this changes in her your
self"
His wife said that she had observed cold
ness between them, a lovers quarrel, which
would end in mutual reconciliation, and
unite their hearts closer than ever. ..
"Tho GOODNESS is all On Maids side" CON
tinned Reuben; "a half glance might prove to
You that Charles loves the very ground she
stands on. Listen, Mary was led to speak
of this on account of what witnessed yester-
day. When The people were coming out Of
church, Charles FASTENED 20 her side, but she,
with cold salute, passed on and joined soIhy
of her companions. 1t glieved me TO see the
expression of pain that rested on his counten-
ance. Seeing my eyes upon him, he tried to
look Indifferent, but it was easy to see that the
arrow OF sappointmenthad entered his heart.
q af iGn .y1,ilI
look at"
"Maud, Maud, what has happened?" burst
simultaneously, from the lips OF Mary and
Reuben, as Maud entered, accompanied by a
stranger, while the garments of both bore evil
dence OF having been recently in the water
Maud fastened to relieve her parents ankle
ty by explaining the cause of her present ap-
peqranee Returning from old blind Lucy's
and lingering on the banks OF the stream, at
some distance from the mill, She had reached
fsra flower, fell i'll. and would inevitably have
been drowned but for the stranger who plung-
ed i'll and saved her.
Reuben grasped the young man by the hand,
telling him to consider him as his best friend !;
and heneeforth there was not more welcome
guest at farmer Browns house than William
Howard. Tall, dark, with eyes OF deep blue,
which had an expression SO full Of generous
feeling that he 1nstinetively won the confidence
of all, while his graceful manners made most
pleasing impression on the greadul hearts of
the parents.
Dame Nature never intended you for a far
mer, my bay!' said Reuben Brown, who had
been noticing the white and delicate hands of
William Howard, as, some evenings subse-
quenty, he was assisting Maud to tie up the
broken trelhs-work of her arbor.
81 am an artist" he smihngIy returned.
my art led me to visit the beautiful scenes of
this favored country"
"You admire this part of the country, theny"
interrupted Reuben, evidently much pleased at
Williams preference.
Many were tho praises that the young pain
ter bestowed on the scenery of Shropshire, but
oft the surrounding neighborhood pleased
him most. and with the accuracy of one who
had been brought up in the village, he describ-
ed each charming landscape
On my word you know the place better
than do myself. Have you never been here
before?" inquired Reuben.
William said that be had been staying in the
village for several weeks, taking sketches.
Didn't yeu ever see my girl before tie eve
ming when you so nobly rescued her?o
1t was not without motive that farmer
Brown asked this question while Maud bent
her head over the tangled flowers and her
cheek wore brighter red than the sweet rose
bud which she was unconsciously picking to
pieces.
William replied somewhat eyaslyely that few
would visit the neighborhood without the de-
sire Of seeing its fairest flower
Weeks wore on William, who had not yet
completed his sketches, was daily but not an
unwelcome visitant at farmer Browns, if we
except the worthy host himself He now per-
ceived the cause Of MaudG indifference to
Charles Frost, her atiuanced husband, dating
chs in tn Er.t
pearance of the young painter in the village.
Yet he would not deny the hospitality of his
house to one who had been instrumental ia say
ing the life of his child.
All this time Charles had not approached
the cottage It piqued the pride of the father
that the young lover should appear so unmind-
full of the charms of his beautiful daughter,
while he waited in daily expectation of seeing
him coming to make overtures for a reconcilia-
ten.
Charles Frost was his own master, and the
richest farmer in the place. There was not
maiden in the parish who would not be beside
herself, if he had bestowed on her the love that
thrilled no responsive chord in the heart of the
village beauty.
Betrothed to Charles when q mere child
Maud had mistaken a sisterly affection for that
deeper feeling that every woman should bear
with her to the altar With sorrowful anxiety
She now leIt that she could not TeClprocate his
attachment. Loye-frst love-dawned upon
her soul when. in one of her visits to old blind
Lucy's, she found her place occupied by no.
Bile looking youth. He arose respectfully when
she entered, and bowling to her as if she were
'the lady Of the land" with look of silent
intense homage, he took his leave
| Many times did the stranger cross her path
after that, yet he never offended her by lifting
his eyes 10 her beautiful face. AS he moved
slowly along, appearantly engaged in the study
of nature, her eyes involnntariiy marked his
| dignifed bearing and graceful carriage, which
served as dangerous contrast to the somewhat
awkward air of her rustic lover.
| Maud had received an education far superior
! to persons in her rank of life. She was not
only a correct scholar in her ewn language,
but she had made considerable progress Ia
French. and played with taste and skill On the
piano.
4 What new delight it was for the young
girl to meet with one who could sympathize
with harI Evarv word af Williaru's 4hriIIad