Tribune and telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1855-1856, 1856-04-24

a gentle declivity; where the river flowed there were
high banks for the stream had not been swelled b,
the rains aud he first descended into the bed anc
examined the denuded cliffs. he then hurried to
wards the broom, and began to dig. He dug and
struck with the pickaxe and shovell>d up the soil
weighing smelling tasting it, as he descended foo
by foot. He dug to the depth of a yard; he Jumped
into the hole and pursued his work-breathless hot
untiring The moon for moment came out from
the clouds that obscured her He availed himself o.
her light, and held up particle of soil and stones il
glittered for an instant in the moonbeam. With ar
almost audible cry he threw 1t to the bottom of the
excavation, and was scrambling out when he heard
voice. 1t was the drunken shoemaker returning
from some distant merry making He lay dowr al
the bottom of the hole, watching for the approach
ing footsteps. AT little distance from the water
fall the singer changed his path, and diverged to
wards the village The song died off in the distance
That dangers past, said Arthur, both for him
and me. | would have killed him if he had come
nearer. Back, back, he continued, while he filled
up the hole he had made, carefully shovelng in the
soil-'NO eye shall detect that you have been NOV
ed. He placed the struggling turf where it had
been disturbed; stampt it down with his feet and
beat it smooth with his spade. AND then went home
Halle! who's therel cried Wilmington, hearing
the door open and shut. Is that you, Arthur?
Yes; are you not asleep YETI
I've been asleep for hours How late you are
Weren't you out of the house just now!
Il felt hot and went out for minute to see the
moon
Hot said Wilmington. Il wish had auothe,
blanket-good night Arthur passed on TO his o ,r
room.
IF he had opened his door, he said. 'and seen m,
dirty clothes these yellow stains my knees these
dabbled hands, what could have doner He saw
himself in the glass as he said this; there was some
thing in the expression of his face that alarmed him
He drew back.
He is very like Lucy he muttered TO himself
and I'm glad he didn't get out of bed
Meantime Wilmington had dream. He was
on board beautiful boat on the Isis. 1t seemed
to move by its own force, as if it were a silver
swan; and the ripple as it went on took the form
of music, and he thought it was an old tune he
had listened to in his youth. He sat beside Ellcr
Wareigh, with his hand locked in hers and they
watched the beautiful scenery through which
the boat was gding-passed the pretty Cher
well, passed the level meadows. passed the
Newman woods-and still the melody went on
Then they were in a country he did not know
there were tents of gaudy, colors on the shore
and wid-eyed men in turbans and loose TUNES
looked on: upon them. One came on board; he
was tall dark Emir, with golden-sheathed scim
itar, which clanked as he stepped on the seat
Wilmington stood up, and asked what the
stranger wanted: the chief answered in Arabic
but Wilmington understood him perfectly. He
said he had come to put him to death for hav.
ing dared to look upon his bride. He laid his
grasp on him as he spoke, and tore him from
Ellen's side. In the struggle Wilmington fell
over, and found himself many feet in front OF
the fairy boat The Arab sat down beside Ellen
and put his arm around her waist, and then he
suddenly took the shape of Arthur Hayning
The boat seemed to tutter its wings, and come
faster on. Wilmington tried to swim to one side
but could not. On came the boat, its glitterinS
bows flashed before his eyes-they touched him
pressed him down; he felt the keel pass over
his head and down, down, still downward he
went, and, on looking up, saw nothing but the
boat above him; all was dark where he was, for
the keel seemed constantly between him and
the surface, and yet he heard the old tune still
going on. 1t was tune his cousin Lucy used
to play, but at last, in his descent through the
darkened water, he got out Uf hearing, and al
was silent. The music had died away-ant
suddenly he heard scream and saw Ellen
struggling in the water. He made dart to
ward her with arms outstr etched-and over
turned the candle .-a had left on the table at the
side of his bed.
CHAPTER III.
Winnington's visits to the manor grew more
constant the day of his departure drew near
Early in the morning he passed through the vii
lage, and entered the diapdated house, and on
ly issued from 1t again, accompanied by Ellen
to pursue their botanical pursuits upon the hills
Had he ever told her of any other pursuit in
which he was engaged Had lie gone in for
NAL manner, as recommended in the True
Lovers Guide, TO the father and demanded his
permission 10 pay his addresses to his daughter
Had he displayed to that careful gentleman the
state of his affairs, and agreed on the sum to be
settled during the marriage upon Ellen as pin
money, and as luinture III case of his death No
he had ne mentioned the state of his heart t,
Ellen, of his affairs to Mr.. Warleiph He
had spoken, TO be sure, a good deal about the
future; his plans when he had taken his decree
the very street he should live in when he en-
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jects had reference to some one else. He never
seemed to limit the view to himself but in al
his counseilings about the years to come, he was
like the editor of newspaper, or the writer o.
ponderous history, and used the dignitied
1--WE" We shall have such pretty little
drawing-room, with great many roses on the
paper, splendid mirror over the mantel piece
and piano-such piano Against the wall
Who was included in the We All that was 9
secret between him and Ellen: and L am moi
going to play the spy, and then let all the worlC
know what | have discovered. 1t seemed as i
the father was included too for there was 8
charming little room laid aside for a third in
dividuai, with a nice low fender and nice
warm fire, and nice pipe laid already for hin
after dinner, and some delicious tobacco pro
cured from patient of Wilmington, a distn
gushed merchant in the Turkey trade, and KEEP
in beautiful bag of blue silk, which Ellen had
sewed up with her own hands, with gold tassels
astonishing to behold.
And we must have a spare bedroom" hC
said sit needn't be very large for my sister
she's not very tall yet, and a little crib woul(
do
"But Dulcibel will grow said Ellen ''she
now seven, and by the time she requires the
room, she will be-who can tell how old she vii
be then, Wilmington
Il can. She will be ten at most
~ think" said Mr.. Warleieh, "you had bet
ter bring her here: we can get Joe Walters I,
patch up another ROOM and with a prop or tw,
under the floor, even the ballroom might be SAT-
to occupy"
80! no, father: the floor is entirely fallen in
and besides, the ceiling is just coming down.
And London is such a noble field for exer
ton, ;" said Wilmington: land i'll have chance
will so work and toll, and write and make my
self known, that shall be disappointed if an
not baronet in ten years-Sir Wilmington
Harvey, Bart"
"A very modern title said Mr.. Warleigh
(which l hope no one care for will ever con
descend to accept. Ny ancestors had beef
knights of Combe-W arleigh for six hundre,
years before baronetcies were heard of besides
as those pinchbeck barones are only given {;
millionnares, where are you to get a FORUM
sufficient to support the dignity ?"
sudden flush came to Winnington's face
Il should like to owe everything to you, sir
and, perhaps-perhaps, there will be enough 70
any rank the King can give"
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