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

/ ANN 'hS Siaoudi mo NOT less fearful change
OF the external we could not fail to perceive a
visible alteration of her spiritual health also
Tier manner lost its wild, exuberaut ioyousness
ana took milder softer tone /; her voice seemed
10 nave forgotten its clear laughter loving into
NATIONS, and retained but the low, sweet music
81 us tenaerest tones All the gay thoughtess
ness ana hayward sportiveness were gone
there only remained the trus full, LOVING. Child
IKE yet broken hearted maiden whose younr
iife was fading in It's sweet spring time Ali
poor Eilnor! she had at length discovered that
sne possessed heart; alas only to feel its
My father sorrowed much.to see the Gradual
fading of his cherished flower; TO feel the little
hand grow lighter day by day as it Law in his
own, ana to trace SO plainly the azure flow of
'he oiue veins on her pure forehead; but no
sage physician was ever able to penetrate to th.
n M fountain which was poisoning the waters
OF her young existence No cbanpe of mir ana
scene had magic to bring back the roses Will
Iad departed. Still she warbled the old melo
dies In the dim autumnal twilight, and still
watched and cherished the garden favorites !;
out when the bleak November blasts brought
snow and ice upon their frigid pinions, we
knew that ere the little spring blossoms peeped
ABOVE 'heir frozen tomhs, she would be bright
robed angel IN the fiowery wales of Paradise
1t was the evening of a lovely Anil day Of
sunshine and shower when she died The vary
| ing clouds were tinted with burning gold and
rich CRIMSON around the setting sun, and the air
was iuii OF the perfume of budding trees and
| sprihging grass. was alone in the little cham
per with her; the rest of the family, not drea,n-
ing that the end of all things wa. so near with
her, had gone, at her urgent request, for short
Walk Tor she was quick TO detect q weary eve
or iangud step, and feared that they had been
watching TOO closely at her bed side
! Hush she said softly, did not hear foot
step on the stairs q
Il told her II WINS hu+ her o.,u, Co..
Darling, she said after short pause, as
laid my head gently on her pillow, i hear the
sound oi angelic trumpets calling me away. and
! know that my time is come. Take this little
flower and treasure it carefully for my sake If
ne should ever return, restore it to him and tell
N MN 1 loved and hoped to the very last Tell
MN that even while the shadows of death were
falling around me, | listened for his footstep on
the stairs; that Maynard and wild as i ALWAYS
was, my heart has ever been true to him.
She still held the withered rose bud to her
bosom, as it she could not bear to relinquish her
mold OF its tiny stem. begged her with many
tears and caresses, not to despair CT q long and
happy life still; for her unnatural bloom and
beauty had deceived us all
My poor father!' she said with deem SIGH !;
who will comfort him when his ring aud mis-
guided but still most loving and faithful Child is
gone p -
Her head dropped on the pillow again and she
/ "SN'l W oAuIIiDCi Withdrew SOttiV
to the window TO hide my emotion and check the
convulsiye sobs that would have their way. Pre-
sentiy heard her soft voice murmuring strains
/ OF some melancholy old chant she had been wont
/ to love.
! At length the dying cadence foated away up
on me golden twilight air, and deep silence
rcigned throughout the room. | stole to her
bedside with deep foreboding at my heart
she was dead! Beautiful as carved statue
she lay; the sunny curls flowing round her head
like halo of glory; the red flush of sunset still
fingered ON her marble cheek, and tingng the
white hands that were crossed so meekly on her
breast. In the odorous silence of that twilight
hour her young spirit had gone forth into the
land of light
deep unbroken silence ensucd for some mo-
ments. The waning fire danced and fiickered
with dying radiance on the walls, and turned
the slowly trickling tears on the poor lady's
face to glittering diamonds in the rcddcning fash
1T is long, long since she resumed land
thought that time had nearly healed the wounds:
| but now feel how powerless years and
months to erase the old sympathies, the old loves
and hopes Had she lived She would have been
old and withered like me- like me she would
have tasted the bitter cup of want, and Woe and
poverty; il is better far that she sumbers quietly
in the peaceful earth. Whom the gods love,
die young.
/ The next day Miss Harriet and l, followed At
phebe set out for the quaint dwelling place of
the forlorn spinsters; for we were anxious to re-
store some sort of home look to its dreary walls
soon as possible for the sake of the Younger sis
ter; for Miss Harriet was very tender Of Clarissa
whose failing health and detected spirits indeed
stood in need of kindly allow ance and UNIV earl
ed care.
Lonely and deserted enough it was The
broad light of day peering boldly in at the ul-
drapered windows; the bare floors echoing sadly
to the footsteps; the very articles of furniture
which were as yet uncalled for by their new pro-
pretOrs, wore a strange and unfamiliar aspect
1T is rather curious said Miss Harriet, that
the doors are all open. l suppose, however,
that the purchasers Of yesterday arc here clai-
ming their respective property, although it ia
quite early for that
| We opened the parlor door and entered, Di-
recty before the picture which hung over the
mantel-piece, and regarding it intcntly stood a
gentlemen closely mufflcdin fur wrappers
1T is the man who purchased the portrait,
whispered Miss Harriet and | felt her hand
trembling on my arm like an aspen leaf; do not
| let US come in now
/. We returned softly possible, but the rusty
! old hinges creaked and groaned mournfllly rs we
strove to reopen the heavy door The stranger
| turned quickly and looked at with peculiar
smile.
The poor maiden stood for moment white and
motionless. SO pale was she that | feared she was
q,
springing convulsiyely forward, exclaimed in shrll
tremuluus voice;
Philip Philip Aymern
He came, smiling gladly tb meet her. and in a
i moment she sobbng and trembling on his sup
porting arn her face buried Oh his shoulder | felt
that my presence longer needed i'll that little
room and slipped softly out, weeping for very
joyous sympathy with my friends emotion in that
blessed hour. As approached the door, Miss Clar-
issa up the steps leaning heavily her maid
arm.
Where is Harriet Why arc you weeping she
asked placing her hand quickly on her hcart.
Go in, dear Miss Carssa.' I could hardly speak
but pointed towards the parlor. go, and Hcav.
ems blessing go with you
She sprang quickly past me and was gone. As
the door opened heard the wild wall Of anguishcd
human heart.
oh too late! too late Oh nevermcre never.
more.
/ drew the astonshed maid servant away OK.
planning to her i'll broken words the cause OF my
emotion and that of her rnstresscs and bidding Her
tell them by the by ihat ! had gone home. stole
away with heart full of grateful rejoicing for my
two friends
In the frosty evening twilight for il was cold
even in the tickle month Of May the staunch old
servress cnnie with loving message from the sis-
ters that they would like TO have me cotae and
spend an hour or two with them. OF eQarse l i'm
mediateiy bonneied aud set forth with Phehe whose
garrulous happiness forneda pleasing aeeodnpnni
ment to the sympathetic bcan:s If my own neart
" bat miracle had inetG!aorphosed ihe dark, low