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

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forth, when he rode on horseback
entering the house Immediately on his
return. without even giancingit seemed
lat the garden or grounds.
"Thele isa fairy living here" I said.tc
Tom on the day after my arrival 'bnt
| do not see her"
"a fairys"
"And OF the feniDine gender. I never
saw such neatness and order. Who is
| your fairy ~
ooh, I understand" he said. Eyes.
You mean my sister-Bonny Jean.
"BonDy Jean That's the name of tie
heroine Of 3 song"
"Well, YOU are right old fellow but
we call her Benny Jean, for all that"
Where is she ? Is she invisible 81
well, rather think she ought to be" "
Tom replied, lazily pulling at his cigar,
and speaking in that tone of moderate
interest kept by young brothers generally
for illusions to their sisters. "The fact
/ is, she's away on 8. visit to friend in
the nelghborhood. | never was more
surprised Bonny Jean is the most stay
home young one you ever saw hooks
OF steel. thought, wouldn't drag hex
from her dear garden"
"You say young one How old is Miss
Benny Jean ?"
LET me see yes-she's IT.
Shall we see her ?"
ooh, certainly. The carrige has gone
for her. She didn't kaow We were com
ing"
"Say you were coming. She can take
no interest in me.
"That depends on your taste, old fellow.
If you glow with pleasure at the sight of
Savoy cabbages, and burst into rapture
when beholding gigantic tomatoes, you
are certain to win her heart"
There the conversation ended, and /
went out for stroll. | was singular, bat /
did not think about Amanda. | went
down to the garden. An ancient African,
resembling a scsrecrow, was working with
bent back at his hoe. | had heard his
name from Tom, and said /:
How are you, Uncle Jake ?"
"Sarvant, massa," he said, rising as
erect as he could, and touching his hat.
"Y our cabbages are splendid"
eyes sir. Miss Jean, she planted EN-"
"Aud don't think I ever saw finer
tomatoes"
"They IS big, massa,', he returned,
gazing complac emily at the dazzling
crimson masses. miss Jean never would
lest till she had 'em big and smooth"
"Your Jean likes gardening, sup
pose ~
Like it She likes everything, massn.
oh, what Miss Jean don't know amt
worth KNOWN =
With this comprehensive eulogy old
Jack retired to his hoe and | strclled
back toward the house, diverging, how
ever li.tle to look ut some very fine
calves in lot without the grounds.
The milkmaid was just returning from
her work, and greeted her in friendly
manner, receivinga similar courtesy in
return.
"Your calves are beautiful. Molly" for
[ had learned her name too.
She simpered -
Eyes. sir Miss Jean pets 'em all the
time"
"Miss Jean Does she kaow anything
about calves"
"Know bout 'em? Oh, yes, sir. Miss
Jean, she knows bout everything"
[ laughed with an elderly air-the
superior tone Of 20.
Your Miss Jean seems to have some
thing to do with every department, Mol.
ly. Does she look after the fowlsf"
ooh, yes, sir
"How many has she %
There's two hundred, I b'lieye, sir.
Uncle Jim says he counted 'em, but not
lately. He's sick"
"Not very sick, hope was my friend
ly and sympathizing response.
"No sir. He was, but he says Miss
Jean is curin' him. Miss Jean went to
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