Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-11-15

the mould was heaped over those shining curl,
of the loved and lost Ellinor. / resolved to ask
Miss Harriet or Miss Ciarissa all about it at some
| future day; but now the elder sister tapped me
| lightly on the arm.
| Don't You want to take a last look at the old
book case, Lizzyf 1t is to be sold in about an
hour they say. Clary will go with you
| l to follow the hint conveyed by Miss
Harriet's quick, appealing eye, especially rs the
swaying crowd now approached the spot where
hung that glorious young face, whose regal love
illness attracted every eye.
Miss Clarissa slowly assembled the creakinp
stairs, and we entered the little chamber, scrup.
ulously neat where the snow-white muslin cur
tains were looped back with knots and bows OF
discolored blue ribbon, and the tai old-fashion.
ed clock told off the tagging seconds with loud
monotonous tick.
This used to be mothers room,' said Miss
Clarissa, 'and afterward Elinor's 1t was a
pretty little chamber then. Mother was no
great reader, she used to keep her work in the
old book case Ellinor selected most of the
books
Your mother died, then, when Ellinor was
very young!
'Onys thirteen, my dear, and that is very
young to be left without a motheriS care, espec-
tally for one so eiddy and SO lovely as she was
We all spoiled her. and though she was some
times willful and headstrong, she had such a
sweet winning way, that we w-re all ruled by
her.
Miss Clarissa opened the time-stained mahog-
any doors of the tall book case and took out one
or two of the volumes with sigh.
Old yellow leaved things they were: 'Clarissa
Harlowe,' Sir Charles Grandson ESSAYS. tray
els, volumes of poems, and observed that near
ly all were marked with fairy pencil lines in the
sweetest passages; with dried rose buds falling
in shower Of scented dust from between the
leaves.
She replaced them and turned abseutly to-
ward the window. put aside the curtains and
looked down upon the little yard below, with
brick buildings rising ON every side. There
were two or three borders of gorgeous carnations
there, and rows of stun.ed hearts ease, and in
the corner was giant rose bush, crimson with
its load of blosssms-all that remained of the
arbors and gravel walks aDt. evergreen bowers
of long ago. | asked Miss (Jarissa some casual
question concerning the garden; she did not an
swer me. | placed my hand her shoulder
softly and she started.
Il beg your pardon, dear; YOU must excuse my
stupidity, but inbred am so anxious about that
picture. Harriet and have scraped few dol
lars together, with your mothers aid, to try to
buy it in, but old Mr.. Whitele Ugh counted good
deal on what it would bring, as he said it was
such fine fancy head, and l fear we shall be
out-bid. loved the girl very dearly once, and
my love clngs round the frail representation OF
her beauty vet
How my heart ached as | looked on the poor
old ladys melancholy face; the dull eyes strain
ed with watching, the ears inclined toward the
closet door, il to catch a sound of what it was
utterly impossible to hear.
Harriet sent me up here, without thinking /
knew the reason so well. She feared should be
weak and nervous and may be faint away if we
were disappointed; well, perhaps i should And
she sank down de;cctcdly into chair
INST hon nd Z, oh lrrhf ~
little Miss Harriet's footstep on the stairs, and
she came in vainiy striving to repress her tears.
Miss ClariSsa instantly put her withercd hand
before her eyes,
Don't mind IL, Harriet she said family; sit
down ard Aascsagoed cry
Her sister seemed to think that course about
the best that could be pursued she let her head
fall on my shoulder and Sobbed heartily. | could
only reply by gently smoothing her grey hair
with my hand, and wanting very much to cry
myself.
We'll, she said, raising her head in few mo-
ments, Il don't think it's of any use to cry Cla-
nv. The darling child's sweet face is gone; but
then we have a better image than that-one that
age or sorrow cannot dim-cngraved deep i'll our
hearts.
Who purchased it!' inquired Miss Clarissa
AN old gentleman was there, all bundled up
with furs, SO that nothing but his eyes were Wis
ibe. Such keen, restless eyes they were on
every body and every thing a. ace, and thought
his sharp gaze would pierce NE through and
through. suppose he must be one of Mr.. White
leighs friends for he seemed to know ali about
the place. He bid in the poor old piano and mu-
sic for one hundred dollars, and gave one hun
drcd and fifty for the portrait. offered fifty, but
he bid higher than could venture to go by full
hundred. ] went to him and told him the whole
case, how much we loved the picture and how
sorely we longcd to keep it, and asked us if he
lat, la,- - LII l.
bright pretty face, and he liked such por
traits he was a great admircr of fancy heads
No, not by any means And then he turned alb
ruptly away to another part ofthe room. | could
not beg further, of course, so | came up here in
despair.
suppose it was the best that could be done,
sighed Miss Clarissa deiectedly.
And now that You have nothing remaining
here that can call for your presence, do come ant
make your home with US for the present, both o.
you-0r at least until you find another
\ thousand thanks, my dear said Miss Har
riet cheerfully; but we can occupy this old place
for month or two yet, they say; and Mr.. White
leigh told me to freely whatever furniture ht
had bid in, which would remain in the house I'M
til could make shift for better. After all, PEG
pie are not always so hard as we think them.
am sure it is very kind of Mr.. Whiteleigh.
could not help admiring Miss Haynes bright
cheerful disposition, which always found little
CLEAN of sunshine even III the darkest spot
But come with me for to-day at least c0ntn
ued /, until the house is cleared. 1t can only
annoy and vex you to remain
Perhaps we had better said Miss Harriet
CHANGING toward her sister; and as things
what little we have, are all safe by themselves
I'll bring our bonnets Clary, and we'll go Will
Lizzy.'
| We hurried past the parlor door, but not Sc
swiftly as to prevent me from catchinga glimps'
of that lovely face, with its ripping fall of gol
den curls and transparent, rose-tinted complex
/ ion What was the stream of romance which
| flowed past the grave of dead Ellinor Haynes
wou,d ask Miss Harriet that very afternoon
! She was not averse 10 talking of that beautiful
I departed sister; nay, she rather loved TO hinge
/ on all her loneliness and erase and accomplish
ments With this secret resolve, We reached on
destination my mother welcomed the two for
| lorn sisters with even more than her usual cor
/ dial kindness, and they sat down beside on
! hearth stone, not altogether desolate.
/ The tea things were all cleared away, and Mis-
Harriet and | sat together in the coy back pan
| Tor. by the dancing light of the cheerful WOO
! fire. which an unreasonable chiiliness of the eve
ming had rendered positive luxury. My kind
est of mothers, agreeably to a slight hint that
| little variety would prevent the younger siste
from brooding too sadly over her misfortunes
had gone on little shopping expedition wit
/ Miss Clarissa whose Judgment and taste she ha
requested in such tiattering terms that the poo
/ IA IL. T,,nd IL i,unossihle To resist