The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-02-05

stIebcHeQ oue, MS eyes were fixed, he was
looking at Bonny Jean.
After breakfast I lit cig4r-snokiug
Is a bad habit, perhaps, but fascinating,
nevertheless--aad throwing myself on
the grass,under tree, beside Tenn. asked
hin. the origin of his sisters painful limp
ia walking.
4 "Well," be said, "Bouny Jean got 1T
mean the wrench, or whatever it is-in
saving little Jenny Harrington from
drowning"
\. "Drowning?"
/ yes, down there below the garden,
/ where the stream made bend by the
rocks. Mars. Harrington-she is neigh
DOR OF oars-was spending the day with
her nurse. and baby. The nurse was down
there with the ohiid,a let itjamp from
aer arms ito the water where it is very
Ideep-and Benny Jean, bless her heartl
jumped after it,"
'1nLO the WRter?"
"Llke a little trump as she was, and il.
She was nor 10 years. old, and nearly
drowned herself, too; while the stupid,
cowardly nurse stood by, screaming and
doing nothing"
"And she saved the childs'
"Yas, after it Lad sunk. She got to
Ishore by hard work, and 1t was in strug-
Cling out, with the baby in her arms, that
she put her foot in crevice between the
rocks, and wrencned her ANGLE so that she
has never gotten over it."
made no reply. I was thinking.
Wherever I turned, there was Benny
Jean-always Benny Jean! The whole
world OF Believe seemed to revolve
about her! / was still absorbed in these
reflections when Tom rose from his re-
cumbent position, locked down the road,
on which a carriage was seen approach
ing, and said:
II was telling you about Mrs. Harring-
tons baby. There is the lady herself
coming to spend the day, I'll bet. She
never can get away from Benny jean"
".
Excellent Mrs. Harrington, fat, fair and
fifty, got out of her carriage and was fol
lowed by her son, Mr.. Jack Harrington, a
gentlemanly Dick Swiveller, who beamed
on everybody, and shook hands " it'll
frank laughter.
"Where is my Gear Bonny Jean?" cried
uotnerly Mrs. Harrington. II must see
heron important business
Jack Harrington winked at Tom Arden
for reasons unknown to me.
"The church, my dear--the church, you
know! How much did you get?" SAID
Mrs. Harrington, clasping in her arms the
person addressed-Bo nny Jean.
Fifty dolars!" exclaimed Benny Jean
with beaming eyes; and soon found that
this all pervading young lady had been
writing to some rich friends of hers to
collect money for the repairs of the vii.
lage church, and had succeeded, as che
did in everything.
"The fact is, my child" said Mrs. Har-
ringtcn, 81 really don't know what we
would do without you!"
Whereupon she Rugged Benny Jean
again and entered. Mr.. Jack had come
cut to the grass and accepted q cigar
"The old lady has two programmes on
hand to-day" said that gentleman, COR
daily: Church repairs and matrimony"
"Matrimony?" asked Tom.
"To propose for Mis- Benny Jcan-ior
me-"
thought Juck blushed little, as Tom
laughed.
"Well,old fellow" said the latter, "that
arrangement would bring q hard case
and plenty of money into the respectable
family of the Ardens!'
Laughter and other topics, followed;
and after spending the day, Mrs. Harring-
ton re'entered her carriage, taking Benny
Jean to the outer gate, half a mile away,
and myself as her escort back.
The sun was setting; surrounded by
orange clouds, as we came back together.
The sweet evening, the calm air and
balmy perfume of the fields delighted me.
A delicious infusnee descended upon me.
The LITTLE limplng maiden at my side was
still-Woll, stealing oyer me! Uneon-