The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-09-19

day by day. He was getting to be quite
a moneyed man, and really an authority
in music. Busts of Beethoven, Mozart,
Haydn, and ali the rest stared poor
Shiel in the face. Look which way he
would, the sightless balls Of those old
masters followed him.
And Jenny, finding that the very walls
OF the old nest were almost bursting
consented at last to move into
a fine new house, in 8 new neighbor-
hood, and have new furniture and new
clothes. a new church and minister, a
new butcher and baker, and, worst of
all, some very superior and excellent
servants, who took the whole establish
ment out of her hands, and left her
high and dry upon the banks Of pros
perity, with nothing to do but enjoy
herself. And all at once she began to
be most miserable. Mr.. MacNeil and
his remarkable daughter stepped out of
their nest as the blithest, finest. most
sagacious of birds, left the worthless
tenement that has served it's purpose,
and began forthwith to scratch and peck
and scramble FOR themselves in the most
natural and praiseworthy way. But
poor Jenny stumbled at every step, and
grew more featherless and forlorn as
the years went by. Pretty she was
yet, far prettier than her daughter, but
this did not seem to win for her the ad-
miration she most coveted. Poor Jenny
would gladly have taken the ponderous
form and heavy features of Mrs. De-
lancy We're, could she thereby have
gained that lady's severely critical taste
and talent, Or the long bony neck Of
Miss Perry, if it could still hold those
wonderfully high notes which Mr.. Mac
Neil SO admired. Do what she would,
the old accent, that was once SO dear to
herhusband's ear, still chung to her.
"Don't say 'yere' for here Jenny, {"
expostulated Mr.. MacNeil; sand T'G
rather do without anything at the table
than the letter h, except when it's one
letter too many"
So Jenny began to speak only from
sheer necessity. She never could please
her husband any more, do what she
would, and didn't care to find favor in
the sight of others. It began to be APP
parent to Jenny that she was clog and
a burden to her husband and her daugh-
ter-nay, to the whole world in which
they delighted to live-and there came
time when she resolved no longer to be
the stumbling block to their popularity.
There was a musicale at the house
that night, and all the doors were open.
The halls were filed with flowers, some
of them brought from the florist in tubs
of wide dimensions, and Jenny, in q
plain black silk, crouched behind one of
these while Mr.. MacNeil was bringing
his daughter down the stairs and into
the crowded parlors. Macs nose was
high in the air; he was dressed in the
finest Of broadcloth, while the musical
prodigy, who was now well-grown
young woman, swept along in rustling
white silk that the dressmaker wouldn't
let Jenny do even the cording for. On
they went, and Jenny's heart swelled
big with pride, then sank with nortifca-
ton, for two fine ladies near her, leaning
upon the arms Of good natured-look-
ing gentleman, began all at once to cavil
at poor Jenny, who had never in her
whole life said evil Of anybody.
"The mamma appears to be invisi-
ble,' said one of them. eThey say she
is shut up in the coal hole upon these
occasions; and no wonder, when one
thinks Of the blunders of the poor
creature"
perhaps she's in the Kitchen said
the other. 81 have heard that is where
Mr.. MacNeil first found her,
Then up spoke the good-natured- look
ing gentleman, and said that if she could
make good ragout there her husband
ought to rise up and call her blessed,
for it was finer accomplishment than
any he could remember; and one thing
was certain, she was far prettier woman
than most of them there that night.
But Jenny did not hear this; and. If
she had, it would not have comforted
her. ...... s.E
A little later on, one of their old friends.
the wife OF a journeyman printer. in the
dear old neighborhood of the forsaken
past, was startled by the apparition of a
comely face, dear to the olden time of
merriment and song, but now blurred
with tears; and the tale she told Mrs.
McShane anticipated every word of.
"My poor bairnie," she said, "Iknew
how 'twould be when saw Macs wav
of going on. His stuck up airs and his
talk about strophes and symphonies and
outlandish heathenisms BODIED no good.
But SO long as I have roof you shall
share it."
But Jenny was independent, and soon
got situation far above the one in
which she first saw her husband. As
luck would have it, the old rooms we're
just vacated. Mrs. McShane had most
OF the old furniture; so before the month
was out Jenny was back in her nest. but
sick at heart, and sometimes ready to
die.
LII the meanwhile we must run back O.
month to the scene of festivity, where
we left Mac with his head in the air.
and the skirts of the musical prodigy
trailing full yard behind her. Neither
OF them missed Jenny till the splendid
repast was ready, and the guests were
not dlsconsolate for the society of their