Kenosha tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1855, 1855-04-26

+ Herbert's mother had gone to her rest ;
she had not, as we say, died, but rather
passed away; she had lived to see her son
4 in prosperity and on the road to fame; she
had seen his child. WAS it not her child :?
she had blessed it, she had prayed for it,
and had departed in peace.
: There WAS now second Alice in the
house who used to cover Herbert's face with
her rich clustering curls; and as she spread
} them over his eyes, TO blind him, he tho't
|, himself more sweetly wooed than the one
} to whom her lover came in a shower of
gold.
! Edith. the fair Edith, from whom the
J angel had been drawn, was in a far distant
land, married to one who loved her as Her
bert loved Alice. and looking forward to the
time when she should return and live near
the brother who had been more than
brother to her.
i Little clouds had come and gone. even
as they do in summer sky, but Alice was
with Herbert, fame was before him, and of
these clouds he made small account. But
at last, from cloud no larger than mans
hand, rosethe storm that settled down over
all Herbert Courtenay's after life.
A headache is little thing, and Herbert
felt from time to time, a tightness around
his head, as though it had been encircled
by cord, and this increased so much, that
he was strictly charged TO write no more
for year at least.
To mind like his this was hard indeed,
but, for the sake of his own Alice and his
little Alice, he consented that is should be
so.
But had this been all. Herbert might
have, indeed climbed the pinnacle OF fame,
to which he now aspired. In the battle,
however, in which he was TO fight, there
are sudden, there are overwhelming char
ges-of the foe, and one swept down on him,
and left him once more as he had been.
when he left the old manor, without house
!, and home. Now also he had two others
+, depending upon him; the mother and Sis
ter had given place to Il wife and child.
a year before this, Herbert Courtenay
i had lent bis name as security for a friend,
"as mere matter of form :" he was sol
!, EMILY assured that it was nothing more;
o and, now, when his brain needed most rest.
s when all he had to depend upon was the
money he had laid by, all was taken from
: were 10 have bread, lie must work again.
: Herbert gave up everything; he kept
:, nothing back, not even the chair in which
his mother had sat by his 6resde, not even
the watch he had given Alice when she
S was married, not even the coral which he
: had given bis little daughter, and which
? She had often shaken with such triumph,
: when he hung it around her neck Ii is
: true that there were holy "reminiscences
t connected with all these. Herbert would
have given "the pound of flesh " to have
been allowed to keep them but he gave
them up, and they were sold for mere
: tribe; and no one gave anything more Cor
them because the heart OF fellow-crea-
ture had wound some of its tendrils around
| them, and because they were associated,
in his mind, with such fond and holy
thoughts.
XIV.
: Why did not Alce's mother appearupon
this scene of misery, and rescue her dar-
ling child from the iron grasp of poverty?
: Because Herbert's heart was proud. When
: he went forth from his house, he exacted
from his wife promise as sacred as an
OATH that she would hold no communication
5 with her fathers family, until he had work
ed himself back into the position which he
had just now lost.
J at is only for time, my sweet Alice,
only for "a time" and as Herbert said this
: he kissed away the tears which ran in tor
rents down her face Il earned fGCQ last
year, and we shall soon be as well of as
we were before
|. ~ A l;oa ,ror
ing of her house, but of Herbert's head ;
, she knew how he would work, and she
dreaded the consequences to his mind.
4 Again did Herbert Courtenay begin life
in very small lodging one sitting room,
one bedroom and a closet, which he face
} tiously called study, was all he could af-
ford AS to Alice, she had no servant, but
became nurse hersell--aow willing was her
J service, it was to her own child!
Here, then, the author wrote; forgetting
fame for the present, he strove for bread.
Alice" said he, as the first weeks rent
! became due, II shall finish this tonight !;
J it is one of my best, my very best, and, az
shall be paid a.aonce, we need not trouble
! about Tomorrow and so saving he retir-
ed to his closet, from which she could hear
the scratching of his pen, as it flew along
the coarse paper on which he wrote.
, Herbert Courtenay emerged from his
: study that night at eleven o'clock; one hand
i was pressed 10 his forehead, with the 9TH
er he handed Alice the manuscript. and
| then dared up stairs to kiss the sleeping
child
: The storm burst on Alice Courtenay's
| head; the manuscript was full Of the Wild
; est thoughts and strangest wcrds-her
) husband was mad Quick as thought the
!, young wife determined not TO make an OBJ
servaton on what she had perceived, and
Herbert lay down to rest, in full conscious
f ness that he had provided for his wife and
child. But Alice slept not All night long
she lay awake, revolving in her mind what
t course she must pursue.
The moon shone brightly into the room,
) and Alice leaned upon her elbow. and look
al Iypon fb- huh f,,rabaad Of ber h1IS hand