Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1855-08-16

duly examined, and so wonderfully reduced In
bulk, as to be compressible in small box. They
then depart thro' the little postern door, and mi
nus this time, of appetizing grapes, well-roasted
chicken, and delicate Sherry.
As they go down the avenue, they meet Janet's
followers and in cart farther on, they see pic
ture-case, and chest containing books, which, in
their day of law, were not permissible of ingress
to Chauncy Manor
That night the ancient lady comes up to see
the picture hung-the books set forth.
Thatnight the daughter rays before that noble
picture for newer faith, newer truth, newer love;
and that peace may still wait upon her footsteps
Last thing of all, she recolects that this is her
second happy June at Chauncy-will there be "a
third as happy
Time steals on. With it Lady Chauncy falls in
to decrepitude and great decay; though there are
times when her mind shows no traces of either.
Thus incapable of even debating, except at rare
intervals, all the business of these great estates
falls into Miss Gordon's hands-as well as the cor
respondence with Sir Walter. Thus unrestrained,
she writes beautiful womany letters to the absent
and now famous soldier and tho always self-re-
specting, they are neither formal nor cold At
length, after ten years absence Sir Walterdet
mines upon his final return to England; his health
fails, and he is willing to see his aged relative be-
fore she die. But this latter wish is not effected.
is buried with transformations simplicity. The cod
icil TO her will bears beautiful testimony to simple
worth Robbed it says, 'by hirelngs in my old
age, took, at first perhaps from selfish motives,
young stranger to my roof, and found in her
peace and truth. 1t will be seen that provide
handsomely for her; but nothing can ever repay
her earnest truth-her sterling honor-her daugh-
ter-like, unselfish affection l bless God for the
peace she brought beneath the rooof it is my,wish
she never leave; though of this Sir Walter will
know more in my private testament
Sir Walter is expected by the overland route;
and tdings of Lady Chauncy's DEATH as well as
many private documents, are sent to await him at
southampton. Janet remains alone at the hall
not knowing what TO do-til his return decide her
future course; for in any of his letters he has
er limited love or marriage; and she is too pure and
too honorable to suppose his promise alluded to
more than friendship, or that he would wed ono
so humble as herself
One day, whilst thus porplcxed, Archie comes
over to see her. He brings good news. The old
clerks prophecy has bced fulflled-he has been
made junior partner in the great merchant-house,
and will have home for Janet if she needs it.
Accompanying him a little way across the park
on his return to town, she does not, till she
back, and is near her favorite terrace, rccollect
that this is the last night of June, and ten years
since Sir Walter went away He is a strange,
hayward man, and will he fancy, ifn England,
to come tonight! She goes onward to the old
seat, wishing TO make the experiment, tho so fool
sh a one. She has not sat long before worthier
thoughts are hers and she thinks over and is
grateful for the blessings which have gathered
themselves round her since she first came there,
fricndlcss child. She is going to move away again,
when the sound of carriage wheels reach her ear;
then they stay. The thought of Sir Walter OBJ
trudes again. Presently she feels sure it is he for
there is the scent ofciGar smoke approaching, and
some one comes onward; she rises, and meets a
man face to facet is Sir Walter
Did you expect me 2 he says
i did, and yet did not, Sir Walter. came
here-and yet l thot it like presumption in me. ;
'Why?'
At first no answer; for Sir Walter has but ia
ken her hand. Then hesitatingly:
i thought it would be like reminding Sir Wal
ter Of promise made to girl
Il made no promise, Janet, that | did not mean
then as do now. | have been two days in
England, but would not come on account of it,
till tonight.
4 am very glad to sec you, sir; for 1 am very
anxious to know
WHAT
Where my home is to be, sirl'
You know very well. you foolish Janet, it is
here and he gathers her to him; Won know this
as well as do; and you say this to torment me.
have waited for you some eleven years, think,
and that is long enough, isn't it,
Eleven years, sir! | have known you only
ten
Perhaps 50; but have known You longer
Do you remember a journey you made from
bennington with your sick fathcrl'
ooh, yes, sir. Some generous men belonging
to papl's congregation had sent him there, to sec
if change of air would serve.
We'll, a bronzcd solder was in that carriage,
who watched You through some hours; who saw
the cxquistness of that ilial love and tenderness
and who, before that journey was ended, madly
wished you to be his. followed you; | learnt
who you were. | have controlled your fortunes
from that hour. Through Miss Atlinson's agen-
cy got you here; and effected what l resolved
you shoud-indirectly, the expulsion of those
worthless servants-and directly, to the peace
of Lady Chauncy. You have fulfilled all l need
ed, and your rccompense is to be my wife, if so
you will
'Oh, yes, Sir Walter. I am very glad.
wished to stay, if only to be your servant; but
still more blesscdly to be your wife
well, that you shall be in Il day or two. Now
let us sit down--we have been long asundcr.-
This is the last night of June, Janet
i have had two happy ones before this. This
is the third, and happicst.'
Then | ana rewarded for long patience-you,
for beautiful duty
So they sat awhile.
Now let us go in, Janet. The moonlight has
made pathway for eur steps of peace"
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