Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-12-10

IL was enclosed Dy shadowy old garden
engirt by low wall; and as they were
strangers in strange place their privacy
was never intruded upon. The woman
who acted as their servant, and to whom
the cottage belonged, was as little unlike
machine as it is possible for human
being to be.
They had nothing to do at all the live
long day but to stroll along the shore,
watching the waves and fishing boats,
and the cloud-shadows fitting over the
sea. Sometimes Laurence brought out
his pencil and made sketch of the at
tractlve bits of coast scenery; but it was
soon thrown aside for pleasanter occu-
pation-teasing or petting or coaxing
Adie, whose pretty coquettish ways and
frank gaiety had returnedwith her health
and glowing loneliness. There might
have been but these two in the world,
from the manner of their life; they forgot
every thing else in their selfish happi-
ness and took their enjoyment in the
swift present without one president for
ward glance.
Were they fools or wise? Moralists
will allow then that they were wise with
the wisdom of to-day in their fools para
disc.
They had been out in boat on the
sea all the summer-day, and at sunset
they were together under the vine-cover-
ed veranda of the cottage, both weary
and both silent. 1t was a luxurious calm.
In the small terraced garden, the slen-
der-leaved aeacias swayed slowly and
noiselessly in the air, as if courtiug the
sunbeams to toy with thema little longer;
avoluptuous mingling of rich flower odors
suffused the atmoshere as with perfumed
signs of regret for parting day; while the
sea blushed red and creamy rose, Jas the
lordly sun sank down upon its swelling
bosom. On Aides face there as peace
of full content; her soul expanded in the
genial air Of her own land, while her
heart was satisfied with Royston's love
not lous, perhaps, SO much as passion
ate worship. There is no saying how it
might have stood the test of time and
custom; but the present was sufficient
for her-if it would always have stayed
there was no doubt in her mind that it
could ever be otherwise with them; that
Laurence would ever be otherwise than
tender, or she otherwise than fond and
foolish for his dear sake. No words can
fifty describe her rapture, her enthusiasm
of admiration for him; he was her god.
The old affectionate gratitude for Grizzie
was, in comparison; as faint moonlight
to tropical sun. Her southern heart
set no stint to its idolatry;ifher life could
have profited him, she would with exquis-
lite happiness have exhaled it in signs
upon his lips. He knew it, and he paid
her for it in such coin as he had to give,
not in the virgin gold of an unsel6sh first
love, freshly coined in the mint of a good
true heart, but with specious counter
felt which would last its day, and pass
undetectedif t'were nottried in, a furnace
or subjected to long wear and tear. He
thought he loved her; and SO he did, at
least as we'll as he was capable OF loving.
But is there any thing left i'll the hearts
of these cynical, calculating men after
dozen years ofighting against the world,
and being conquered by their own pas
sions, that is worthy the worthy
of love like Aides?
She was happy, and that is perhaps
enough. Whether her happiness arose
out of her own purity and confidence,
and faithful, generous hear, or from Lau-
renee Royston, it matters little; the re-
suits were the same, and one could not
wish her, if deluded, less blind, since her
delusion stilled every longing, and filed
every hope, andrealized every day-dream.
They sat together on the old stone
steps of the highest terrace, with the
clustered green of the leaves and grapes
about over them-a pretty picture daint-
lily set. Adie had given up her mourn
ing dress, and wore instead instituted
gossamer-likc thing, which draped her
gracefully enough; her glorious hair was
wreathed all around her head in coronal
of thick glossy plaits; and dropping over
her long coiorless neck We're some sprays
of scarlet and white blossoms which Lau-
renee had just fastened there, more with
view to his own artistic taste than to
imperative fashion. He sat now a step
below her, resting one arm against her
knees, and his head on her shoulder; she
was singing to him in her sweet liquid
voice one of those fayorite French airs
which she had remembered since child
and the tune chimed melodiously in time
tc the ripple of the water below the gar
den wall. 1t was something about hav
ing a hundred hearts to love with and
filling them all with one image; hundred
eyes to gaze upon one face; hundred
tongues to speak the praise of one, and
so forth. Having reached the third
stanza, Adie stopped, and passing her
hand lightly over Laurence's head, asked
if he werelasleep, that he was so STILL
He looked up in her face with an express
sion which betrayed that, if the old ser
pent Care had not stolen his way into
her Eden, he had found him out even
in her arms. 1t was but momentary
shade, however, and passed before she
could say that it was there.
"Adie, your existence ought to be all
sunshine. Tell me how | am to keep
the clouds away" said he, idly caressing
the band which had crept into his; like a
tame bird to the hand of its feeder we
can't be children always; there's red tints
amongst the leaves, and some of the
flowers look as if blight had breathed
upon them-what is coming to us %
Autumn and tomorrow" answered
she, with light laugh; ''antumn by the
frosted leaves, tomorrow, because to-
day is almost gone; | see nothing else. |
am glad we came here, it is such a love
~ place; and when We go home again, /
shall carry it away in my memory, where
it will be like beautiful picture to be
looked at whenever | viii, by the light
of my love-"
ssWhv not STAY here ALWAYS pr asked