The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-11-23

BY JUSTIN MCCARTHY.


OF pretty, dark led Jennie Elspeth. N
positive trouble, no active ILL., oppressed
he girl. She had, indeed, no parents
living but then both had been dead SC
many years, bad left her when she was So
nng, that their loss could hardly be sup
posed tp bear very bitterly on the life OF
4 GIRL VINO was now in her twentieth
wear. She was not poor; she had quite
enough to live on uf her own, not count.
!ng he property Of Miss Miriam Eltpeth,
The elderly maiden aunt with whom she
had always lived, and whose money
would in all proba hiity come into Jen,
MES little white hands. Jenny had
many friends. Even women were fond of
her, although she had q quick temper and
scournful ways occasionally. She had
many admirers, and she might have been
the belle OF the community only that she
would positively be nothing ofthe kind
She.insisted on going her way alone, de
! clining amusement, and. So far as she
iceutd, repeilino admiration.
| Jennie EIspeth and her aunt lived in a
! pretty, pleasant New Edglan1 village
! 1t had risen up or dropped down among
beautiful bills, and near Il stream, h;ch,
wandering through groves Of pine, grad
nally br0adened out until at lust, noble
! river, with cities on its shore. it reached
he sea. If Jennie loved the picturesque
al she did-there was surely enough
of beauty IN the surroundings Of her vii
lage Co have made her beart all gladness
But of late years this beauty of nature
spoke ir vain TO the eyes of the unsatis
fled girl 1t never reached her heart
She was fond of long lonely walks,
along the plank roads when the weather
was not good, and in the woods during
summer and the fall; but she noted little
of The beauty around her. Her minds
eye was turned inward, and contemplated
her own loneliness, her own dissatisfac
ton.
See her as she wal ks brsklv up THAI
hilfy path leading toward the woods
this bright, breezy, rather cold evening
OF May, when summer is beginning TO
glow in mos' other States but when it is
yet ony chilly spring in this northern
region OF New England What a pretty
girl she is, with her bright checks radi-
ant with, health and the glow of exer
else, and her clustering dark hair, which
somehow never can be put out of order,
or, rather, when it is in disarray looks
just az well as if it were fresh from the
hands of the fris0ur. Like everything
"se that goes t" MAX mp the womanly
beauty of Jennie's face and form, it is her
own.
Observe her, walk, 80 firm, vigorous.
elastIc-how u terly unlike, in it's easy
energy and natural grace, The movement
of the bellies OF tue cities and Of fashion,
who always seem to walk as if they we're
set in motion by the impulse of a screw
propeller. Jennie walks like one of
W"odworths girls" nymph like, she is
fleet and strong" and one can easily
imagine that she could, if she would,
" down the ROCKS leap along like rivulets
ir May
With beauty, health, goodness, safe
and quiet home, picturesque scenes around
Oer, j, my EIspeth chafes and frets, and
is unhappy; she complains of destiny,
and hates the hills, and the river, and
the trees, and $ weary OF tho sun, and
sickens at the routine of her calm, con
trrcttd existence.
One reason is that Jennie has South
ern, tropical nature imprisoned in q
New England body and It's surroundings
Nature seems to make these miSta K es
somehow in the cases Of individuals and
Of nations. Look across the ocean to Ire
land, and there you will see country
whose primary misfortune IS that iOy-
Gus, impulsire, emotional Southern pop
ulatlon have been mislad somehow on
Northern soil, under cold Anglo Saxon
rule, and beside what Disraeli calls SO
melancholy ocean"
This want of congruity in tempera
ment and locality is one great cause why
Jennie Elspeth, even now, on this breezy
hillside, is internally railing at fate, anC
wishing she we've either Living, activ,
man or dead woman. But this is mo-
all. The girl wants something to think
OF, something to do, into which her sou
can be thrown. She has too much talent
and energy for her common occupations
and she has not that genius which car
cut out its own path and find it's owl
materials anywhere. Her mind will mo-
shrink and shut itself down to fit th,
little world in which she lives, and i
IS not able to create new world of anc
for itself. She chafes against the littl,
prophecies and narrow, rigid rules anc
the small economies and petty scanda
OF the place. She cannot bring hersel
into raptures over the Sunday Sermon
She thinks its doctrine narrow, and il
style stupid; and she is ashamed of th
people who go on discussing the variou
orator1cal merits Of the Reverend MI
Buggett as if he were Massillion, or 9
least Bescher or Chaplin. She can not be
lieve that the whole duty of man, in
moral sense, Is to abstain from beer an
tobacco. She is, in fact, perhaps withou
knowing it one of the artist tribe by n,
ture-of that class who, even if the
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