The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-02-05
BONNY JEAN.
From Appleton's Week ly JournaL]

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l had returned some months before,
from Paris whittier I had gone to walk
the hospitals, after graduating as an Md.
at an American college,, ana after due de-
liberation, had determined to settle and
begin the practice Of my profession in
the city of X-.I resolved, however.
to take little run first into the country,
and spend The month Of August with nay
intimate friend and crony, Tom Arden,
who strongly urged upon nae the amount
of enjoyment derived therefrom.
had hesitated was under the vague
impression thats was in love. In fact
Miss Amanda Wakeleigb, daughter Of old
Wakeleigh, ofthe firm efBrown & Wake
leigh, had recently occupied very con-
siderable portion of my attention. Peo-
pie called Amanda a beauty somtimes ::
aud everybody, without exception, and.at
all times, agreed that she was "stylish"
She was quite tall, quite large and dash
ing, dressed superbly, and was all lilies
and roses. 1t was an imposing sight to
see the inc person of this young lady
accoutered tor s ball. Her magnificent
arms and shoulders dazzled you . her
beautiful dark hair was one mass of eurls,
and pearls and flowers her white teeth
laughed behind lips like carnations, and
she swept into the room, with her rust
ling train, her futtering ribbons. and her
cleaning satin.clad feet, vision Of
beauty, gotten up in" the most perfect
good taste. e.t
1t would perhaps be indiscreet to refer
t) my last interview with Amanda before
going, save in general terms. I may say,
however. that my inamorata had never
locked more beautiful and, as usual her
costume was aultless. She came tripping
down stairs with lightness and agility
which you would never have believed 50
large person capable of, and entered
The drawing-room where awaited her,
with an exquisite swaying movement, her
lhead leaning toward one fair shoulder.
her face all smiles, her hands, one of
} which held superb fan, extended faci :
lnatingly toward me. She wore braid
ed jacket over morning dress, decked
out with bows of ribbon her slippers
peeped out just allowing you to see the
rosettes against the snowy stockings. 1t
was VeEus herself, with the added glo.
ries of la mode
Il
These esterisks are meaut to take the
iplace of an accountSof the interview.
When I went away, I felt the last warm
pressure of her hand all the way to my
lodgings. [ was not engaged to be mar
ried, butt had pretty much determined
to become so at the earliest possible mo-
ment.
| A railway Journey, little; picturesque
station in the woods, where an old family
carriage, driven by an old coschman,
Iawaited US; ride through field and for.
est, glowing with the ripe glories of IA.
gust-and came in sight Of bellevue"
the home of the Ardens. Half an hour
afterwards we were under the hispitable
roof and Mr.. Mrs. Arden had greeted us
with the most delightful cordlallty.
They were charming people, and Belle
vue most attactive place-ap old
house, with long facade, old-fashioned
windows, q long porch, and with the un.
common popularity Of q terrace reached
by fight of stone steps. Grounds, Dor
ders, terrace and walls, were covered
with variegated bloom. The very genius
of fowersseemed to have taken possession
of the domain.
There was not the least "style" about
1.-THE house or the people ; both were
Exceeding plain, and, indeed, the Ardens
were but moderately swell off," There
seemed to be enough, but
THAT was all. What impress
ed me the most was the exquisite
neatness in everything, the perfect order
which reigned, frem the old drawings
room, with its plain funiture and dingy
old portraits, TO the ancient garden down
| the hill, with its flower borders, and
walks with their edging of box, an d
long rows Of carefully cultivated