The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-02-05
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probable personal appearance of thi
ubiquitous all pervading matron-thi
portentoas regulator of house, garden
dairy, fowl yard, stable and kitchen. Mis-
!! j ean Arden must be q busting, masculine
strong min1ed, pushing, loud talkias
and resolute hnMan being--one of those
people, who rush from morning until
night cattle the keys in triumph, tormen
the servant interfere with everybody
and suicide in slumber at night with .
feeling of regret that the delight o
command must be relinqais he'd Unit
next morning. 81.
There got out of the carriage a littl
Whitehead, gentle, t5mid-looking girl
slight of figure, plain In dress, shrinking
and madenfy, from head to foot, and
ltmplng as she walked slowly up tbs stone
steps TO the terrace. s..r.st
Here you are, Bonny Jean!" cried Tom
hugging her; land there comes nay chum
Harry Bayne, Or BaYne' from sentiments
Of pollteness. 4a .a
This was gay introduction.
! Bonny Jean bestowed friendly smile
upon me, held out her hand, and said:
II am very glad to see you"
She then kissed her mother and her
father, and went up stairs, returning in a
few moments, and taking her place at
the table.
''There never was" thought, "a more
lady~llke person. Bot she is not pretty. y
In fact, she had gray eyes, and her nose
was little retr0uSSe-add to which,a pair
OF white cheeks-no roses.
Something strange, nevertheless, occur
red. The slight little maiden, With hel
pale face, and gray eyes, and unclassic
nose. seemed gradually-well, stealing
ouer me, let me say, I could find no ex.
PLANTATION of the fact; she was not brilli-
ant, she was not demonstrative.t She
scarcely took any part in general con-
versation, but she was delightful. "Was
it because she listened SO well?" I asked
myself. Certainly her very eyes, fixed on
you, listened!
Benny Jean sang at the piano during
the evening in obedience to Toms request
not putting HIM to the trouble OF urging
her,. bat sitting down at once. Her voice
was sweet and natural; that was all. And
yet what made its charm? [ did not
know any more than l understood the
chain of her silence. When she had
fiui:hed her song, che waited for mo
ment, and, Tom asking for "Bonny Jean,
sang that, too, at once. Then, no more
being requested, she came quietly to The
window and began to knit on a white
stocking, which she smoo!hed ON hel
knee, and told Tom with smile that il
vas for him.
When retired that night, lay awake
FOR an hour, thinking Of the white face
and the smile on it. The thing seemed
absurd. The girl was mere plain little
country girl in calico, with lame foot
What comparison could there be between
this insignificant little creature and the
superb Amanda-brilliant, glittering and
sweeping OH like queen, with her daz
cling arms, ana shoulders, and eyes! Their
I fell asleep.
There is something delightful in visit
to the country when you have been shut
up, for long months, in the city. sup.
pose the charm is in the contrast between
! dust and foliage
woke at sunrise, precisely, and heard
the birds singing. No other sound dis.
turbed the silence except the sonorous
snores Of my friend Tom in adjoining
bed.
I roso and went toward the window
"WhaG charm there is" said, half
aloud "In these fresh mornings in the
country, with the sun rising, the birds
singing; and no human being astir to in
terrupt ones reyeries-w when ell are still
asleep.
I opened the window and looked idly
out.