River Falls journal. [volume] (River Falls, Pierce County, Wis.) 1872-2019, 1885-01-22
JEAN.


Was there ever such pretty lass,
d We think, Jean?'
Perhaps not" said Jean; and she
took her milking pals, and followed
Hulda going on before with a light
step and gay song toward the
meadow where the cows browsed.
But when she was quite out of hearing
of Ned WeltOn, sitting perched upon
The stile, she muttered to herself,
Pretty! pretty! pretty! All, they
ring the changes upon that, these men!
as the old bell-ringer that knew but
his one tune used to, down in the
church tower. Pretty pretty pretty!
It's never good it's never honest
it's never true It's always pretty"
Then she stopped and looked up, and
said, with culver of passionate grief
in her voice; "Oh, I'd give the world
I'd give half the shortest life that
could have-pd give half an hour, if that
was all had to live, just to hear Ned
Welton call me pretty! What fool l
ami what a fool | am! what fool
am" and she went on with her pals
toward the cows-BrOwn Bess and
Lily White and Pretty Polly.
Certainly she was not pretty; and
what there was in her face the man on
the stile would have been the last to
see. Had she been queen, many
would have seen something strangely
fair and regular in her face. Had she
been only a rich gentleman's daugh-
ter, some one might have dreamed of
those deep eyes and that pure brow of
hers; but red and white, and fat and
dimples were the recognized beauties
there. as indeed they are all over the
world, to such folks as her lot was cast
among, and she was spoken of as
plain" Two years before she had
taken into her foolish head to like Ned
Wilton very much; and he, the farm
ar's son, had thought well enough of
the dairy-maid to say some very pleas
ant things to her She had had a
sweet dream, but Hulda Britton' S COM
ing broke it. Her beauty was very
bright and rare, and Ned forgot the
nice girl he had been SO fond of chat
ting with, for the pretty one who
smiled and glance at him.
She was not so good as Jean; she
had not half her earnestness and con-
stancy; but the face was all to Ned.
So Hulda Britton wore a little plain
gold ring that he had given her, and
had promised to be his wife in mid
summer; and Jean knew it, and out
wardly gave no sign that she suffered
only now and then, as at this mo-
ment when Ned babe her notice
Hulda's beauty-as at the moment
when she paused, meadow midst, and
said to herself that she would give half
of her life, were it but an hour, to hear
Ned Wilton call her pretty.
They lived upon the coast of Lin
colnshire, and it was years ago. None
of them knew how to write more than
their names. The farmers deepest
lore was the market price of grain.
Outside of them, the great world of
letters-great, at that day, as perhaps
it never has been at any other time
rolled on without giving them any
sign of its existence. And none of
them had ever read a novel or a poem,
or seen play. But they acted out the
drama just as well, and Ned loved
Hulda and cared nothing for Jean, and
Jean loved Ned and hated Hulda.
And Hulda knew the whole, and tri-
umphed over Jean, and cared little
for Ned, because of his broad shoulders
and bronze curls, but not over-much;
and many . novelist would have given
much to have had the little plot of
their daily lives, to touch up and make
pretty with his pen.
/ The girls slept together in an upper
room of the house, and on her wedding
eve Hulda spread out gown and shoes
and cheap white veil, and dancing
about them, boosted that when the
+ morrow's sun set she should be mis-
i tress of the house, and Jean her SER
want And Jean, thinking of the old
grandmother who had begged her not
to lose so good place, said nothing,
but stood silent, white-faced and wan,
and felt bitter hate rising in her
/ heart. Ned was away at the town,
and would not be back until next
morning, the morning of his wedding.
The old folks were asleep below. How
easy it would be, in the dead of night,
20 do this beautiful Boosting creature
some harm-to mar her beauty, or
even end her life.
( The thoughts grew so, and were so
i horrible, that she could not be sure of
relief. Hulda, watching her, saw only
a deadly wilderness creep over her lips,
and with the first touch of pity in her
! heart, folded her veil away, and said,
unwisely enough, but meaning it
kindly.
NO doubt. the next wedding will
be yours. jean"
Then Jean, without a look, turned
/ sought to be safe from herself, for
! Al hnY nd
+ longing for solitude and quiet, she
climbed ladder that led to the tiled
roof. and seeking the shelter of the
/ great chimney, sat down in its shadow
! and looked up at the sky. 1t was
/ calm and full of stars. Its peaceful
ness had an instant influence on her.
/ Repentent tears began to flow. She
PRAYED as simple children pray;
Please make me goodm And all the
/ hate for Hulda left her breast, and
/ her love for Ned-her yearning, ach-
/ inc love for him-softened into a
| sort of tender memory. She was still
sad A painful humility crushed her
/ heart "a longing for love oppressed
/ her but When she had prayed for
/ herself, when she had striven with
4 herself. the evil spirit had departed.
/ Soon, with her white. well-developed
milk-maid's arms under her head, she
slept upon the messy roof, under the
canopy of the stars.
At last she began to dream. They
were going to church-Hulda and Ned
and she heard the wedding bellsi
but going in at the door she saw, in
stead of gayly dressed guests, mourn
ers all in black and coffin before the
altar. and gave a scream and waken-
ed. Bells were ringing, but not we'd
ding bells-the bells that tolled if
there were any need of the men of the
place-if fire broke out, or robbers
were heard of, or there were any riot
! ing in the town. What could 1t
mean?
! Jean listened. A strange sobbing.
/ surging sound fell upon her ears.
/ Lights cleaned in all the houses of the
! town. The truth flashed upon her.
Years before, her old grandmother had
| told her how the old sea wall had been
washed away, and tide had risen and
swept in upon them on that wild coast
of Lincolnshire. carrying with it. as it
went out, kline and flocks and little
| dwellings, and even land itself; and
| how there was mourning throughout
/ the land for those that it had done to
| death-men and women and children.
Young and old-so that many house