The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-01-20
Perhaps It Was Better SO.
AN OLD woMAN's SKETCH.
From Tinsleys' Magazine.

yarmouth is a pretty little watering
place in the south. | have lived there a
good m-ny years, and have seen many
changes in what was formerly little
fishing village, and now strives TO be DIES
lgnated as town. There is scarcely a
chine along the coast that do not know,
and cannot connect with some expedition j;
scarcely path In the quiet, dim pine
woods that have not trodden in fine
weather and wet, in early morning. or
moonlit night. It is quiet place; young
people are apt to call ii, "slow." There is
no promenade. The pier is an unpreten
tious, rude structure. Very few theatre
C i or musical people penetrate so far be-
yond the pale of civilization, and the few
balls are given by the country frmilies
living around; still, we can boast of a
poet with long hair, and his particular
| friend, an eminent art-critic--a little man
with bald head and long beard Tin
Grant musicians bring down the last airs
from the opera with the organs and Ger
man bands, and set one wondering how
music has degenerated within the pres
ent generation. The circulating library
! is constant source of interest, and one
/ Of the most exciting incidents is the arri-
val of batch of new novels from town.
I am very fond of reading an old maid,
with but few friends, | do not know how
| should pass the long nights without my
books, and though sometimes the troubles
of the young people keep me awake at
night, still feel certain that when | get
the third volume they will be made hap
ply, and that shall be happy, too.
One wet afternoon | put on my big
cloak, and bidding my maid to get tea
by the time / returned, l set out for the
library Luckily a new parcel had jdst
arsived, and after perplexing selection,
and having quite a heap in my arms, |
was ascending the cliff to my house when
| met Joliffe, the postman. There was a
letter for me rare occurrence-and so,
douoly freighted, reached home, where
found everything warm and comforta-
BILE after the rain and wind outside. The
letter was from Ethel Berry.
"My Dear Miss Brow ;" it said, mamma
and 1 are coming to yarmouth in a few days.
We DO so long to see you and the dear old
place again 1t is quite sitting here, and
| | am so tired Of the people and racket of
town. suppose everything and everybody
are exactly as they were nothing changes
with you.
"a glimpse of the sea, blow on the cliff,
and the sight of your dearface, will do me a
world of good. Somebody's coming too
/ Your loving ETHEL
This was just like Ethel, so fond of
quiet, and loving yarmouth so truly.
was so glad to hear she was coming down
again, for | locked upon her as dear
child of my own. I wondered who "some-
body" was Not lady friend, for she
would have said who I could scarcely
think of Ethel having lover; knew
should be jealous, and wonder why they
could not leave her with me instead of
wishing to take her away, when there
were so many girls in the world. But I
thought Ethel must be nicer than any of
them, and could hardly wonder at any
man thinking SO, too, and then she wrote
as though she was so pappy. | felt de-
lighted to know that, though full of curl
osity, and told my maid that expected
company in a few days, and we began
| planning means to receive them. My
book seemed quite ur1nteresting after
this, though there was wicked father
and patient, suffering daughter in it,
who would have made me cry at other
times Well, one morning when the sun
was shining brightly upon the blue sea
and chalk cliffs and the wind was blow
my rose trees in the garden, l saw figure
that knew so well coming lightly to-
ward me, and presently had my dear in
my arms She was just the same. Tall
and pale, her dark-blue eyes with that
tender, pathetic look in them that is
quite indescribable, and her golden
brown hair falling about her shoulders.
"And how are you and the roses? You
look quite beautiful, though do believe
YOU'RE crying Oh, how brilliant every
thing is here how fresh and bright! Sit
down and tell me about everybody and
everything"
And / had to tell of all that had occur
ed for the last six months, from how poor
} Lord Kelley bore the loss of his wife, to
Joliffe, the postman, and the last litter OF
puppies, ;. -.
able information" said, tell me, Ethel,
who Somebody is?"
4 She blushed, and then with a little
} la ugh
90, I must not tell you now, will
show him perhaps, presently; and he
i doesen't bite" And she began admiring
the roses and my last poor little water
color sketches so that did not press her
to tell me more.
"And now" she said presently, g
must take you to mamma, who would have
so liked to come to you if she could
i So l donned my hat and cloak, and we
set off for Tkirley House, where they
lived, when in yarmouth. It was surely
one of the most beautiful mornings I
ever remember even in the dense woods
4 that led to thehall. The sun lit up the
vistas and usually dark hooks, and threw