The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-05-16
JUST AS SHE TOLD TT.

What time is itP My gracious! We'll
have half an hour to wait, and I do
hate sitting round in hotel with moth
ing to do.
Amt New Orleans an awfully funny
place? Tt can't hold candle to Chi
cawgo. Some one told us to visit the
French quarter but, my goodness! it s
awfully shabby; and as for the French
Market, you get up at an. unearthly
hour in the morning, and the coffee
they have s fit to poison you. 1 think
it's your duty to see everything that
TO be seen; so l said to the chamber
maid, the other day: "Where are your
handsome dwelling housesP"
"Ah! out Prytania and St. Charles,
mum, there's ilegant fine mansions, !"
she said
So we went, and-would you believe
itP-they're all made Of aoood! Did you
eyerP Yes, this is a dreadtully queer
place. / used to have sort Of romantic
notions about the South thought it
must be just perfect / thought,
don't you know, you wore white dres es
all winter, and sat on piazzas in ham.
mocks, and that the Southern men were
were all dark, and tall, and very fiery;
and the darkies were so funny, and
sang, and played on banjos; but, era
cious! they behave just like every one
else; and as for white dresses, I've
never come so near freezing to death in
all my life.
Fred would say that's because new
err read anything, nor listen to what
any ones saying. But that amt it at
all.
You'd just die if you knew Fred.
He's the funniest boy. Awfully nice,
don't you know, only he will prose 50
about literature and culture. Oh! he's
too funny. Why, when he likes one
book by an author, he must rush right
off and read all the rest of 'em. He
read David Cop feld-did You ever read
David Cop'feldP Well, I did, and |
declare / thought I'd be old and gray
before | got through; but I'd promised
Fred I'd read it. Well, then he read all
Of Dickuns. Same way with Thack'-
ray. lie began Vanity Fair, and lust
went crazy about Thack ray Ever
read Vanity FairP Amt it simply aw-
fulP just struck. / told Fred [ lust
wouldn't read it if he never spoke to me
again.
Then that Becky Sharp, too. A girl
at our school wrote composition about
Becky Sharp. What did she say about
herP Mercy me! l didn't listen to it.
All know is, it was about Becky
Sharp.
Fred amt bit like me. Now when
like one book by an author, [ never
read another because | think I'd be
sure not to like it half so well, and then
I'd get 70 hate the whole lot like
poison.
But you mustn't think Fred amt
nice. He's real handsome and fascinat-
ing; has big brown eyes and the cutest
mustache; only he e0&I be superior, and
it's so fatiguing. Now what's the use
of being superiorp Why can't you just
be happy and sensible?
I've known Fred for per-r feet aces.
Why, he used to walk to school with
me, and carry my books. But that was
last year, for pve been out ever so
long.
We used to quarrel like cats. One
day he said to me; ''Marie Cassidy. do
you ever intend TO be anything but a
frivolous butterhyPn
Frivolous fiddlestick's end!'' said I.
and spoke very severely, too. IF
you want superiority, just visit mommer
seven evenings week.
Mommers superior enough, gracious
knows. The way she goes in for gem
eral information is simply awful.
"Well, " said he, elf you are content
TO remain"
Erred Delbert," 1 said, .am I a
griffin or CyclopsP"
'Why. of course not" he said, open
ing those big eyes of his.
We'll, then, | amt Cyclops, that's
settled, and pepper has lots of money
just dead loads of it-so what do |
want with superiorityp Tn sorry you
lind me so unattractive There's De
Lancy Witherington, he says my eyes
are like bits of heaven on earth, and"
Fred gotso mad he regularly stamped.
Don't quote to me the inane remarks
OF an IDIOT" he shouted.
anyhow l said, che likes me lust
as | am, and he isn't always treadino,
on my poor little pug.n :
81 hate pugs,.1 said Fred ssTbev
always look as if they're making faces. =
Well, somehow or other we made up
again, and | made him kiss Gigi, be-
cause he'd said such horrid things
about the poor little pet. Gigi's lust
killing-you ought to see him.
Fred and 1 were sort of engaged.
Not quite, though, because pepper Said
Fred was young, and l was Young. and
he didn't want to give up his little GIRL
just yet awhile. That made me cry
and feel real badly, because I've never
been anything but the bother of his
life.
But Fred and l had serious row
once.
You see, there was a girl staying with
Mrs. Calvin, in our block; Pamela
Stonehenge was her name, and she
came from somewhere East Some
people said she was so elegant and
charming, and talked about her .'classic
outline, but, oh, my! she was SO tall
and thin, and her nose was miles too
long | don't care what ANYBODY saws.
it sOGS long.
She was dreadfully profound and
high-tonned, and Fred began to fly
around her little. | didn't let on /
cared bit, because wasn't going to
set him up, but 1 just firted awfully
with De Lancy.
1t was at Mrs. Jenifer's ball, and De
Lancy and | were sitting on the stairs,
when l saw Fred and the classic
Pamela skipping off to the conservatory.
Amt men too heartlessP I was sure he
must have something important to say
10 her, SO told De Lancy / wanted to
stroll about and look at the flowers:
and, OF course, he agreed, for he was
mashed-regularly mashed. I passed
as close to Fred and Pamela as Icould.
They were talking in low, earnest
tone, and | heard something about ga
scheme of Cosmic nhilosnYhv ~