Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-12-24

colu DeluS carefully smut out, the Ole
room looked and felt cosy enough; anC
when CURL had thawed into good hu
NOR, he ceased to remembl. his chill,
walk out of the Barbican. The French
man also seemed in a state of ineffable
beatitude, as indeed he alwas was, with
good cheer before him. These two, and
Mrs. Parkes had the talk for some time
to themselves for Laurence was very
silent, and Adie was disturbed to see
him so depressed. By and by, howey-
} er, he shook off the fit, and laughed with
the rest, which his wife seeing, she also
became at ease. Mrs. Parkes had the
satisfaction OF seeing her obituary labors
duly appreciated and duly honored; so
that, when the Christmas bowl was set
on the table, with all the accessories for
the compromising of drink which 81.
Barbe called pOach dici,s, it needed but
that to raise her spirits to their utmost
height. at any other time, she might
have been considered as too exuberant-
| ~ gay. CURL was to compound the
bowl; and that being done, the health
OF young Laury was drunk-by st.
Barbe sentimentally, by the print-seIler
enjoyingly, and by Mrs. Parkes fearful
ly. Perhaps Adie put up a brief prayer
as her lips touched the glass and Lau-
renee, without tasting, and almost un-
consciously, set his down again.
8 You do not drink, my friend Lau-
renee, remarked tie Frenchman gaily.
. on must drink to your son-you
must"
With nervous hand Royston lifted
his glass and drained it; when he sat it
down again itrang on the table with the
tremor Of his grasp; but soon his cold
pale, blue eye lit up, and red spot OF
excitement burnt on each hollow cheek.
1t now became evident that Curll medi-
tated making a speech; for he became
restless and Hurried, half rose from his
seat, rufiled his scanty gray hair, and
with a hem, began. He hoped there
were none present who had forgotten
the former master Of that house; he had
not; he missed him daily. They had
been boys and men together, and friends
always He had loved Nicholas Drew
for his virtue, and reyered him for his
genius; nobody had known him better,
OF appreciated him more highly. They
anticipated what he had to say; this
good old man lay in his grave unayeng
ed. The toast he had to propose was,
"a speedy capture and short shift to his
murderer"
During this exordium, Martha had
been standing opposite her master; with
her eyes looking at him from beneath
| the halt-down-cast lids, and in her hand
a glass which he had handed her to drink
his sons health. AS it was finished she
lifted it to her lips and drained it, still
watching him. Adie hesitated amoment,
then swallowed few drops, while her
husband drank the contents Of his glass
hastily, and cried, with sort Of defiance
in his tone, $50 that | say, Amen. \
few seconds OF silence enSued during
which Martha glided to and fro. putting
a few matters within reach previously
to leaving the room.
LET lis have game at cards." sug-
geSted Laurence hastily. You like
cards, St Barbc all Frenchmen have Il
faint Of the gambler" The clockniaker
agreed; and Marsh said that it was years
since he had touched any thing Of the
kind, but he would Join in. Adie did
not like this but there was an eager.
restless excitement in her husband s
manner that she did not care to thWart.
! He asked her to fine some cards. She
replied at first that there was none in
the house; then suddenly recollected
that there was a very old pack, which
had belonged to Nicholas, III her box,
where she stored her treasures. Martha
had not yet gone out, and she babe her
fetch the little chest from her chamber.
"The cards mistress-must get .hem
out ~ asked she quietly.
''No; you can bring the box here"
was the reply.
The woman returned in q minute, say
ing it was to heavy too lift but if Adie
would give her the key, she could find
what was wanted. With an ejaculation
of impatience, Laurence started up. and
fetched the box himself. 1t was of tri-
fling size; and Mrs. Parkes suggested
that Martha was good for nothing, if
that were too much for her. The cards
were produced, and the three men were
soon earnestly engaged in their game.
/ Adie and Mrs. Parkes sat on the long
settle by the fire, talking, while the for
mcr carelessly turned over the contents
of the box. Her fingers came in contact
with the dead white rose, which she lift
ed out and smiled over thoughtfulIy
Martha came up to her. ''Shall / put
the box away. mistress?' She asked, pre-
pairing to lift it up.
'No; leave it, said Adie; and taking
another thing from it, she tripped behind
Laurence RoySton's. chair, and laying
one hand softly on his shoulder, drop
ped the other before him, asking in .
whisper, "Do you know that glove,
! Laurence 2"
He recognized it instaneously, and
starting up from his chair with terrible
oath; his face was liyid, his eve murder
ours, Il never saw it in my life before |!
! Why do YOU come to me with such fools
! question:" he exclaimed. Then reading
the surprise in the faces all around him,
"What is the glove tome ? what should
know about it? take it away, Adie =
He flung it over towards the fire, bat
it fell short upon the hearth, and was
picked up by Mrs, Parkes, who exanin-
ed it carefully. From the first moment of
his outbreak, Adie never took her eyes
from heI husbands face; they dilated
first with panied establishment, then
wavering with a wavering mist-a duh,
speeches. agony. She had penetrated
the mask which he stroye vaiuly to retain
upon his traitor countenan"e. Marsh
laid on his hosts shoulder aheavy grasp,
and St. Barbe, passing round to the tur-
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