Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-08-05

The brilliant, yet melancholy glory Of
an Autumn sunset was weaving itself
among the trees of a grand old forest,
frightening the gorgeous hues of their
foliage, and bronzing their trunks with
dusty gold. Though the last day OF
October, the breeze which was astir was
mellow, almost balmy; yet there were
low, mournful cadences III its voice, as
it shook the scar leaves from the trees,
and sent them rustling along the path
which lay along the margin of the
woods. a4
A young girl, who had for some ten
or fifteen minutes been lettering along a
lane which led to the forest, stopping
now and then to gather some wild-fow-
er still unblighted by the frost, turned
aside ere she had reached its termina-
ton and assembled little sharp hill,
crowned with a single oak. From the
summit of this eminence she could look
down on large old mansion house OF
grey stone, about quarter of mile
distant The central part of the struc.
ture, which was three stories high, was
flanked on either side by wings, of such
altitude as to be in keeping with the ar.
chitectural proportions of the main
building. The house itself, as well as
all around, had home-like air, look
OF comfort, which more than made uI
for any lack of modern establishment
The countenance of the young girl
who stood on the little hill, wore a look
of deep sadness-for, as she supposed
she was for the last time looking on q
roof which had sheltered her since ear
ly childhood. She was not handsome
this her mirror told her every morning
as she arranged the rich, heavy braids
OF her dark hair. She might have been
aware that in her case it was no latter.
er, had she at times been permitted to
see the beautiful, almost glorious trans.
formation wrought on her features, and
indeed, throughout her whole person
by the power ofher intellect.
AS she stood there on the brow of the
hill, leaning against the broad-spread
oak, the sunshine shimmering through
the boughs gave the rich braids of hel
hair, arranged with simple grace, such
a lustrous brightness that, at little dis
lance, golden halo seemed to be cir
cling above her white still brow. Al
least, this was the fanciful thought which
presented itself to the mind of a young
man, who, without knowing that she
was there, had assembled the hill on the
opposite side. Though he took some
pains to make his footsteps heard as h,
advanced toward her, she was so wrap
ped in her own sad thoughts that he fail
ed in his purpose. She, therefore, whel
he spake, gave sudden, nervous start
'"Fhis fine estate should be yours
Miss Herbert" said he, as if in answe
to what he imagined was passing in he
mind.
"Why so, Mr.. Staftord?' she inouir
ed, almost instantly recovering her self
possession.
because your late uncle intended i
should be yours. AT least, so it is gen
orally thought"
''He did intend it, at one time, n,
doubt"
''For my part, l believe there's a viii
IN your favor, somewhere in existence
that is, if there's been no foul play"
81 don't believe that my uncle eve
: made will in my favor. If he did,
was at very early period, and l an
certain that he must have subsequent
concealed it."
"Artemas Carkley, the son of you
unele's half brother, is the heir at law,
believe"
"He is"
ga man, as every body knows, h
}, heartily disliked."