Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1857-03-26

faces, ''bring cordials and try to recall
to life this dying woman!"
The mother drew across the painted
floor long lounge. She placed it close
to the fire, and brought pillows and laid
them on it; glancing sorrowiully at the
white ROBBED figure. This arranged, she
went into an inner room i'll quest of cor
dialS.
Mark placed his burden gently on
the sofa, and gazed wistfully into the
pale, lovely face, to see ifahope or sign
of life remained.
81 think it S merely faint caused by
WEAKNESS or mental excitement" he
said, after a moment, 81 feel a beating
here" laying his hand on the now slight-
ly tiattering heart.
''What beautiful creature" exclaim
ed the Quakeress, lifting the damp mass
es of sunny hair; ''surely those jewels
that shine on her breast and in her curls,
look like dewdrops in the sunshine.' %
Diamonds, mother -
"She is some great lady," said the old
woman, reverently smoothing the satin
robe, ''yerily as lovely as the flowers in
her girdle."
Agnace flor the reader has recognized
her,) through the kind and asSiduos care
of Mrs. Temple, revived from her stupor;
she opened her eyes and glanced around
the kitchen, and then at the anxious Ia
ces that bent over her.
''Afred! Alfred where are you :.
why am here!" And then as if the
scenes OF the past night loomed up be-
fore her bewidered imagination, Il re-
member all now, am lost, lost!''
Not lost" began the old woman in a
soothing tone, ''for rs soon rs the day
dawns, if you wish, you shall be return
ed to youf friends"
'.Friends | have no friends" And
I Agnace put her hand to her thFobblns
brow. 'Oh she cried, do not send
me away! shelter me ! hide me-" And
she benz implo,ingly towards them
''Fear not, lady, said the compassion-
ate old man, las long as Hugh Temple
has shelter, wanderers like ,hee, Hee-
inc from evil aud the false world, shall
be protected !"
.''Yea, ven, thou art safe,'' reiterated
the mother.
Arnace's alarmvanished, and she sank
| back upon the couch. Soon sleep closed
her cveiids and she moaned i'll troubled
slumber.
When Agnace awoke, she was lying
! in lit lie chsmber-how unlike her own
sunptuous ione Ii was II low, white
washed room, y th bu one window thro'
which the winter sun streamed bright
". Little pictures adorned the walls,
and strange painted faces stared at her
from ont their dark frames. She looked
up; Mrs. Temple bent smilingiy over
her.
"Whose room is this?" Agnace ques-
| flowed. re .---------------------
'This was Rachel's room, but she's
dead now. She died about ten days u
go;'' aud the Qukeress wiped a tear
from her eye.
did she paint these p.ctures?" quer-
led Agnace, alter Il short pause.
"Yea. aid many others; she used to
play beautifully on that harp" pointing
to one that stood in the corner.
'RacheI used to be deliiious," centin-
ucd the loving mother, ''and then she
used 10 talk in q strange language to
/ herself. German or something. Oh. she
was great scholar.
Was she teacher?'
"Shc was going to be; she was quite
Young, about your age, Miss; eighteen
or so. All, how could | forget that p
she exclaimed, rising aud taking from q
drawer a letter, "she WAS going to teach
for the pc son that wrote this, p handing
( the letter to Agnace, ''but she died ana
the letter has not been answered"
| Ayance took it; it was merely an an
swer to an advertisement '1Or situa-
ton as a goyerness." The letter was
written in All old fashioned, Grabbed
hand, and signed az. Fairfield"
"One pupil; a thorough knowledge of
Music, French, German, is required d.,
aad a sufficient acquaintance with oil
painting t. teach II beginner. The gov
trness will be expected at the house OF
the undersigned three months from the
date OF this lettcg."
"Ah! how fortunate" unused Agnace,
hope lighting up her pale cheek. Il can
| tGlcH all Leu : SIT, l. iNi'1i', w ii'''''
Italian, Music, | can play on the harp
and piano both"
al deed. Miss!"
Acnace sat up in the little bed; her
heart was filled with the new project.
Mrs. Temple seeing this, brought fold
ell nea ~ in anapkin, the white evening
dress. She spread it on before Agnace;
no traces of the storm were led on it, ali
the wrinkles were smOo,hed cut, and 1t
looked as fresh as when she first fled liz
to the dark street
What rcollect;ons did it recall, for a
moment forgotten. At the sight OF II
the ''iealous wife" turned pale, and
tears chased each other down her
cheeks.
Don't give me that, Mrs. Temple. !
am no longer what | was, she added
bitterly, ''that elegant robe, those flash
/ inc gems would i'll become a poor gov
erncss.'
"ifthou would'st not fear to wear them,
! Rachtr> dresses would fit thee; she was
about thy size | would say"
Mrs. Temple opened 4 close, and took
from it a dark drab dsesS. She laid 1t on
the bed, then placed beside it a plain
close cap and a muslin handkerchief
Agance thrust her arms into the small
tight sleeves and drew ,he dress around
her.
sit fits thee we'll"
| She gathered up her trulnt curls, and
covered them with the close cap; the
cap was spotiess white and irilled at The
check.
Alr<. Temple folded the 'kerchief il
the approved Quaker style and crossed
il on her bosom.
/ Aguace looked in the little glass
~UE never would know me 50, vs. - hel