Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-03-26
From the Olive Branch
THE QUAKERE5s OR, TIE JEAL-
GUS WIFE.

BY NELLIE NIGHTINGALE.
"EaoueA this. uilt reigns hece--.kst hearts once
OH,
Now chilled, tainted AMI broken are his food
Elolgh that we are par;ed-iha there rolls
A food of headlobg fate between our souls,
Whose dark ness reverrs thee wide from
As hell from heayen--tO all eternityi'
LALLA RooKH.
The dim light that burned in Agnace
Westerlind's chamber, flung the shadow
of her restless form on the dark painted
walls, as she wandered over the carpet,
and the tail mirror reflected a frenzied
troubled face. Eyes that seemed made
for smiles alone were filed with tears,
androsy lips thatnou-ht but sweet words
were wont to rest upon, now qulvering
with emotion.
She had made of one of earih's frail
creatures am idol! and had offered at its
shrine her whole love she had laid at
its feet that worship which belongs to
One, alone And now, when she awoke
from that dream OF bliss and found that
idol clay, her heart was broken Lie,
70 love was life to her, had died, and
her spirit beat wildly against its prison
OarS ana lonStd 20 DE Tree!
"Oh! why did he gain my love p
Why did he win me for his bride Was
it to see that heart, which is his, wholly
his, pine and break? or did he never love
me? were his vows false, and the VIC
tim OF his Iiat.ery? All! | see it all now,
why was SO blind before. lie never
loved me! and ike this | will east him
from me - And Selling the pure cam
ella blossoms that deckcd her evening
dress, she tossed them in fragments on
the floor.
The door was softly opened, and a tall
dark man entered; his forehead was
high ard broad; his eyes were brilliant,
eyes that are windows of the soul; from
which a noble spirit looked out. An or
binary observer would not have seen
any attraction in his. plain, and almost
ugly face, and would have wondered
how he ever gained thus beautiful girl,
who knet moaning by the bed, for his
b.ide.
''Agnace!" he said, Glove what ails
You ~ and lifting her in his arms, he
kissed her pallid cheeks. WHAT & ieYes
you?'
'Gricves me ~ she cried, springing
from his embrace and staring wildly ut
him, 81 know all now, A!ierd; you new
er loved me 2"
"Nevcr loved you! Agnacew
"l on NEVER LOVED ME, | repeat it;
this night | saw You enter theatre with
her you love leaning on your arm; | sa.
near YOU. saw you lean towards her,
All whisper in h,r ear, and then she
smiled smiled as ] used to smile. Poor
fool -
Alfred turned deadly pale.
'She was beautiful, more beautiful
than I. perhaps" and the jealous wife
lifted The brown curls from her forehead,
.'but NEVER, Alfred, can she love you
Us | have loved YOU! never may she
love YOU as have loved, and then find
him she loved false Oh, Alterd, false!
false -
'What folly is this, Agnace? She is
my sister,
"Your sister, ha! your sister, and now
would You add deceit to wrong ? would
Won ike to make me live on, Il deladed
idolatpr? Alfred" she continued in the
same bitter tone, ''your memory does.
not serve You true tonight; you once
told me you had no sister! Don'tspeak.
Ptrjure Yourself no further! 1t is al
past. Ny love has turned to hate!-
Away ON him, | loved, once so deep
ly. Twill flee y
.'Agnace believe met cried the hus-
band Sp~in ring iowa ds her. She closed
the door between them. he turned the
handle it did not yield; it was fastened
before him; he sat down beside it to "a
wal her return.
In ( moments when this parox-
ysm Of rage and jealousy is over, she
will open the door; and | shall clasp her,
in my arms"
1t was midnight. The wind blew
fierce and high, driving before it ;hc
rain and >Iect. The reefs Of that great
city were deSer ed Even night-theyes,
sent by want ana hunger from Their
dens, had ietrcated before the iury Of
the storm: the Waterman no longer kept
his solitary round, but sought relu &c IN
some doorway OF covered alley, crouch
ing before the piercing blast.
The lamps shoue dlmly ont, though
the eha>tlv gloom, on damp, shining
walls and darkened windows.
Down through by-strect woman
was hurrying. y cloak or shawl cover
ed her shoulders, but the wind blew cold
and sharp on her bare neck and arms.
Her face was pale, very pale, rs she bent
before the biting air, and through her
dark hair the rude Gale sportcd; her
hands were now clasped up,n her bos-
ON, then tossed wildly above her head.
She went on, on, Oh, not seeming to
have any point in view, but as if fleeing,
in dispair, in agony Of teat from some
danger or pu suer.
1t was Agnace Wcstegiind.
She had fed from him who loved her,
who now sat waiting for her with eager
impc uosi'y; she did not heed the way;
an, way pleased her ii it only led from
hin. She did moi fear the tempest; It's
blasts well s,i, eli her trenzicd mood. At
last tired nature gave way, the fierce
spirit no longer ru.cd its fragile form
Painting, Agnace sank upon the wet
pavement.
In little kitchea IN old man and wo-
man were seated near bright lire; they
were DO dressed in the peculiar Qua
kercos;ume. The man sat with his broad
brinmcd hat or, and with folded arms
gazed ab<tsaetudly inc the fire. At last
he spoke.
Pas. m:dnigh., and Mark has no
vet got home; surely some trouble keep
eth the lad ab.oa9.'
Thou neci'st have no fear: he viii
soon return, answered the wife, rising;
she drew aiittle round iab:e near the fire
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