Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-11-04

commenced bantering her on her forIorn ap-
pearanee. She stood for a moment, bereft of
utterance, then with wild and frantic energy
exclaimed
80, Harry, It's past my dream of happiness
dead, dead The hope that have dared to
cherish in my heart hes recoiled, like ven
onous serpent, and poisoned its life springs.
Earth has no smile for me, alas nor Heaven.
Leave me- o, leave me-"
He stood gazing into her face, with va
cnat stare, as if not comprehending her yehe-
ment words, and then his awful situation came
rushing upon him with the force of a thun-
derbolt. Overcome with wine, passion and
grief, he caught her hand in his iron grasp,
and showered on her head the most dreadful
reproaches. He placed his promise of hap
piness, in time and eternity, in the scale
against her cruel temptation. He east the
wreck of all his prospects, his principles, his love
on her hands, and left forever, with curse
on his lips.
lie left his native State and became a wan
derer. Little did she hear of him, but that
little was ever the same, onward and dorm
acord till at last she lost all trace of his exist
ence.
Had life one CLEAN for her? not one She
cared not to live, she dared not to die; but
the tide of misery surged on and on, enveo-
ped her in the cold, dark waves of despair.
Years passed and, she moved on, her eve rob
bed of its light her step of its elasticity, aim
less, without a JOY, unable to catch one glance
of the white-winged dove of Peace; when the
wailings Of thousands in the land reused her
from her lethargy; cry to "come over and
help Us" a cry for assistance in the battle
against the demon 41fcohoL
Then her heart beat with new life, and she
vowed herself champion, to fight with the
Philistine. Her whole soul was awayed in
this battle of the Lords and he blessed her
efforts. Though LIES pleasures had all droop-
ed and faded, yet she had holy purpose for
which to live and struggle, glorious end to
gain, and she rested trustingly on His all-sa-
wing arm.
Ten years had wheeled their circling flight
and Mary was staying with her friends in
far distant State. One evening" as twilight
was stealing DER the winter landscape, her
friend, Frank Patten, entered the room where
she was seated and said,
cousin Mary, Will you go out tonight?
There is to be Temperance lecture III ST.
James, delivered by r.---well, |
have forgotten his name, but somebody, they
say, very eloquent"
81 shall be happy to hear him. replied
Mary, as she rose and gazed from the window
She was sad for it was the anniversary of the
too well remembered parting, and her heart
was full Of the past. Tears stood in her eyes
as she looked up to the stars that were fast
appearing in the dark armament their long
rays came down and made those tears part
Of their cftulgence.
1t had been raining, and the pure drops
had congeaed in million gems of every hue,
upon the trees, that swayed and cracked in
the light wind. A shower of diamonds came
rustling down at every motion, and lay strew
ed on the snow clad earth. Every post, fence
and wall was tassclIed with brilliants, and
the dark buildings of the great city, were roof
ed with silver.
As they threaded their way to the entrance
Of the church, Mary lifted a prayer of thank
fulness to the Author of the beautiful, that
she was still able to worship him in bis works.
When she entered it was nearly filled. A
flood of light danced and gittered on the
walls and threw long, grotesque shadows
among the dim arches, and flashed back in
rainbow hues, from the gorgeously stained
windows. a hum of voices mingled with
the musical tinkle of the pendants that tren-
bled on the great chandeliers, as foot after
foot sped up the long aisles.
Scarcely noticing the assemblage around
her, Mary seated herself, absorbed in deep
reverie of the past. a few moments, and
then the voices were hushed and silence reign
ed. The speaker had risen
His first words, clear and deep toned, fell
with electrifying power as he proclaimed him
self devoted heart and soul to the cause for
Mary Ellis gasp for breath; well might cheek,
lip, and brow turn to the hue of death. That
voice had last fallen, in a curse npon her ear.
No one observed her agony. They were
spell-bound by the flood of eloquence that
rolled over them. One moment a shout from
a thousand tongues rent the air and fioated
away among the high arches; the next, the
stiffness of death pervaded the vast assembly.
Hour after hour flew by, and they needed 1t
not. Their gaze rlveted on that speaking
eye, they drank in every word as delicious
draught, though to many, sharper than a two
edged sword.
He paused moment, and then recommended
in a low voice whose mournful cadence thrilled on
every nearer.
"I feel it my painful duty. yet still duty
owe to this glorious and the Young, whose
interests are very dear to me- though it almost
wrngs the Likelihood from my heart to relate to
you portion of my life fnr,' said he in agitated
voice, . ] was not once what you now see me,
and then he told in fre-touched language, what
we already know.
OF Mary, he spoke tenderly, O how tenderly Of
her loneliness, her virtues; " but she, said he,
while tears sparkled in his soullit eyes, he look
ed the sad, sweet faces before him, 81 my young
friends raised the poisoned chalice to my lips and
bid me taste; thoughtlessy, little dreaming she
was plunging dagger in her own bosom, sowing
seed that would waste all the sweet flowers OF at
fiction. O how she suffered. Too late she so't
to redeem her error: too late too late Life was
to her no more than the dying zophyr ii by its sac
rfce she should snatch from the abyss 10 which
| was fast fastening but l trampied on those
sweet blossoms of her love, and because she rcfu-
scd TO link her fate with mine, foul wretch, fiend