The Indiana State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis) 1868-1895, 1891-03-04
SUCH a PRETTY GIRL. +"


She is brought to mind by the "crazy-
patchwork" fever, TO which have at last
fallen victim. In the resurrection OF an
cient and long-cherished scraps OF silk,
velvet, brocade, find many that were her
dresses-invariably the prettiest OF either
material. These bright scraps call to
mind scenes and events that are part of
the "omnium gatherum" of the brain, that
wonderful patchwork to which we add
bit by bit of light and dark, sometimes
bright as the colors OF the rainbow, some
times so dark that We would forget it If we
could. but never, never to be lost while
reason holds her sway.
She was beauty! There was no deny
| ing that, and it is certain no one wished
to in q family as famous for its plain faces
J as for its fine forms.
"I shall have 20 stand in the yard with a
broom in my hand to keep the beaux
| away" her mother had said when The
! beautiful daughter came home from school
finished" young lady. And, TO make
her standing place more attractive, a land
scape gardener was engaged.
The engagement must have been for
| life, for the skillful old German never left
the good berth he got into at Beechwood
Indeed, Beechwood was a good place to
be, as every one in the Blue Grass region
we'll knew, ven before the advent OF the
pretty daughter.
/ Among Col IS seventy or eighty
negroes, nearly half of whom were women,
| no such cook as Dick could be found, so
L 1. -,
I He had never worked in the harvest
! field day III his life, and was generally
supposed to be simple minded. Seeing
| and talking to the burly, jet-black, grin
| ming creature would have convinced you
OF the truth OF the superstition, but eating
/ one OF his dinners you would have sworn
| Of you were a man that he was q genius,
and his master right 10 refuse the large
Sums offered for him. / merely mention
Dick as one reason why people We're so
ready TO accept of BeechwOod's lavish hos
| pitality, even before the pretty daughter
made sensation in the neighborhood.
She would have been an heiress, bat,
alas, there were four co-heireeSes younger
| than herself.
The second daughter inherited. along
| with her mothers handsome figure, her
! homely face, even 10 the wart on her chin.
The third daughter might have served as
| a scuptor's model, save that she Was the
| image of her grandmother who was ia
| mously ugly; and so of the fourth, who
| looked like her plain, but good-natured,
father, the fifth ana youngest being least
favored Of all. And yet this bit OF white
silk is a piece of her wedding gown l
never could understand il And such
pretty girl
The successive marriages Of the three,
| a
surprises to the parents, but when it came
10 the youngest, establishment gave place
to indignation.
The beauty OF the family passed by
What were the men thinking of!
That beauX should come, thO2gh not in
such numbers as TO demand tine use OF the
broom, was not surprising; the surprise
was that they did not ask the hand of the
beautiful daughter in marriage.
She was ths undisputed belle OF every
gathering, the observed of all observers a
fSvorite equally with both sexes, for, while
quoted tor her witty sayings, it WA never
at the expense Of her own sex.
Here is a scrap of a blue satin she wore
at military ball at Frankfort, where she
created perfect furore, the cadets fairly
losing their wits about her She was such
pretty grill
BILE, and the light chestnut hair lay on it
in the lOveliest natural waves, cur ing into
the most bewtching little ringlets wher-
ever it could escape the confines of coil.
Her prof and the delicate lines OF cheek
and throat might have been copied from
some exquisite cameo, but the soft flush of
color, the liquid blue of the bright eyes,
no art could rival And her smile 1t
was angelic; II was change,ess; it was
eternal A younger sister being friend
of mine, was frequently at Beechwood,
often spending the night. They were a
merry set, and the parents shared all the
pleasures of their children.
The beauty was the supreme power in
the household, every member of which
fairly worshiped her for her loveliness.
Her rule must have been gentle one, for
she was always calm, always smiling.
Even when correcting Julie, her maid las
i once heard her, though her eyes flashed
blue lightning, her voice was musical and
sweet as ever and the smile never left her
lips.
You could no more believe that soft
voice capable OF harsh words than you
would associate those firm, white fingers
with the bruises that occasionally and so
unsccountably appeared on jules throat.
Julie was quadroon and within the
| IhAO Va thO GU CS<hAtAoA i1kNANNf
but with scandal OF any kind this Chron-
icle has naught 20 dot The clothes of the
beauty of the family were a marvel Of rich
ness and elegance, for she affected only
the finest materials made by the most
skillful modestes the neighboring city al
forded. and it was her popularity always
to be dressed in her best.
Gathering roses in her garden-herself
the fairest OF all--or wandering about the
grounds, she trailed after her her long
silken robes, regardless OF the possible
damage to delicate lgces and the thinnest
of stockings and slippers that summer and
winter covered the dainty feet In vain
her parents talked of an early grave she
smiled unheeding. She was never cold in
winter, never heated and red in summer,
but always cool, smiling, beautiful!
The beaux came and the daughters
went, one after the other, even to the
youngest, who married the son of Gen.
- and went East to live.
And still the eldest, the only beauty of
the family, remained unmarried!
And why?
That is q conundrum that has puzzled
others beside myself and "a such, give
it up! BESSIE II. WOoLFoRO.
A Slight Misunderstanding.