Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-04-12
KENOSHA, WIS, THURSDAY Y PHIL 10, 1855.
This was the only instance in which she
was knewn to revert TO the sad event which
had desolated her life. .ast

This was the only instance in which sht
was known to revert TO the sad event which
had desolated her life. .sat
| %vass* s& .sesxes ~
Thirty years from the time OF the com
mencement of this mournful history on .
bleak autunnal evening, a rough country
wagon drove to the village of C. L
stopped at the almshouse-an attenuated
form was lifted out. and carried in, and
the wagon rumbled away. This was Lucy
Dutton sbroughtto her native town to die
She had been in decline for some months,
and the miraculous strength which had so
long favored her in her weary wanderings,
at last forsook her utterly. Her sister had
died some time before, and the widowed
husband had soon after removed to the far
West; so Lucy had no friends, no home,
but the almshouse. ,spsSssas AZ
But they were very kind to her there's
The matren, q true woman, whose. soft
heart. even the contemplation of human
misery could not harden, gave herself with
anwearying devotion tothecare ofthe quiet
sufferer With the eye of christian faith,
she watched the shattered bark Of that life,
as borne downsthe tide of time it neared
the great deep of eternity. with an in!erest
as intense as though it were royal gallery.
1, One day. about week from the Zine Of
her arrival, Lucy appeared to suffergr great
". and those about her looked for her re-
lease almost impatiently; but at night she
was evidently better, and for the first time
sic pit tranquility until morning. The Mat
ron who was at her bedside when She awoke
was startled bysthe clear and earnest gaze
which met her own-but she smiled and
bid the invalid good morning! 'sssesao' =
Lucy looked bewildered, but the voice
seemed to reassure her. and she exclaimed
.oh. what . long, long night this has
beenr Then glancipg around quijring1y,
she added, 80 s' s-es'
Where am u and who are you? do
not know you. 49,
I wild surraise flashed across tie mind
Of the Matron the long lost reason of the
acknowledgements - Butthe good wo-
mamrepiied calmly and 500 .hingly,lrs a. I
why YOU are among your friends, you
viii know me presently. ~
Then may he you know Edwin and FL
len. rejoined the sinyalid. have they re-
turnedgs Oh, Ihad such a terrible dream
l dreamed that they were married. Only
think. Ellen married to Edwin --'tisstrange
l should dream that
% My poor Lucy, said the Matron, with
a gush Of tears, that was not dream, it
was all true. 500 & sssassa ). 81 ls aas9
All true cried the invalid, then Edwin
must be UNTRUE--and that cannot be, FOR
he loved n,e--we loved each other we'll
and Eiisn il my sIsrza Let me see tI7eni.'
I She endeavored to raise herself up but
fell back fainting on the pillow .bsaloers
why, what does, this mean?" said she,
"what makes me SO weak"
. Just then her eye fell on her own hand!
She gazed on it in blank amazement. q
Something is the matter with my sight,
said she, smiling family" ''for my hands
look to me. like an old woman's.'",.
'..And SO it is" said the Matron. gently.
"and 50 is mine; and vet we had fair,
plump hands when we were young.--Dear
Lucy. do you not know me? j am Maria
was to have been your brides
maid!7 -
/ can no moreA4I will not make the vain
attempt toagive indetsil all that mournful
revealing -to reduce TO inexpensive words
the dread sublimity of that hopeless sor-
row.
To the wretched Lucy. the last thirty
years were asfthough they had never been.
OF not a scene, not an incident, had she the
slightest remembrance. since the night
when the recreant lover and the straitoress
sister stood before herand made their ter
rible encouragement asda at.st k.sss
The kind Matron paused frequently in
the sad narrative OF her poor friends mad
ness aud wanderings. but the Invalid would
say with fearful calmness. Ego on, go on.o
though the beaded drops of agony stood
thick upon her forehead 5 ..s.gt...s. -.
When she asked for her sister, the Mat
ron replied, s4+
b She has gone before you and your faith
er also.." tsg ta1sa So $50 .e< tcaeas
And my mosher?" said Lucy, her face
iit with s,ckly ray Of hope, 3D.. ,
Your mother has been dead for twenty
years. ~ r. ss-.s.f.t .-n~,s
DEAD! All gone! Alone. old, dying!
Oh God, my cup of bitterness is full!'
And she wept aloud. 84a s1
Her friend, bending over her, and ming
ling tears with her, said affectionately,
But YOU know who drank that cup be-
fore you
Lucy looked up with bewildered express
sion. and the Matron added:n A2& sa7n'a
The Lord Jesus, YOU remember him.
A look like sunlight breaking through
cloud, look which only Saints may wear,
irradiated the fearful face of the dying wo
man. as she replied: 2f ---sss''5 80
oh, yes, | knew him and loved him be-
fore fell ASLEEP sstsa.fsssg rv5.v
The man of God of was called. A few
who had known Lucy in her younger days,
came also. There was much reverential won
dering, and some weeping around her death
bed. Then rose the voice of prayer. AT
first her lips moved as herweak spirit joined
IN that fervent appeal-then they grew still,
and poor Lucy was dead-dead in hergray
haired youth! & a
But those who gazed upon that placid
face and remen hared her harmless life and