The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1859-10-27
From The TRUE FLAG. ~
A LOVERS REVENGE.
BY Q. IN A CORNER.

S'iio0i'' as he leaned against the wall for sup.
port "You dare not say you love him It is
his money that has won you. You know that
every plan of mine, for years, has been made
IN reference to your becoming my wife and
now you can coolly cast away an honest, faith
Jul neart, for an hundred thousand dollars, with
the appendage OF drunken, immoral husband
All! Mary, you will live to repent this, and /
shall have my revenge-"
Revenge :" repeated the maiden 90 1 hope
IN moment of passion, you will not do any
thing rash. You know have never promised
to be your wife,
| No, you never made the promise and see
now why you took this course. You was on the
lookout for a better chance but you have al
lowed me. in your presence, to even plan the
house in which we should live, without reproof
from you. You need not be alarmed I shall
neither shoot myself or your lover; will have
| smeetcr revenge than that"
"Oh, Charles, it makes the blood rnn cold
through my veins to hear you talk thus. IF you
love me, as you profess, you certainly would
not wish to ruin my happiness
"lf blighting all my hopes in life does not af
feet your happiness, whatever 1 shall do in fu-
ture, will not destroy it. 1t requires sklful
hand to aim successful blow at the happipess
OF selfish woman. No man ever had Edeeper
love for woman than have had for you, and
can hate as well as love. Do you understand
that I"
do leave me, Charles. Why prolong this
dlsagreeable interview? 1t will do neither of
us any good.'
Il will obey you for the last time" replied
the young man, in a milder tone as he turned
towards the door, 'if you can be happy in your
new relation, after all the misery you have
caused me, God grant that you may be-
moment after, and the maiden was alone.
A month passed by, and Mary Foster was the
wife ofsthe wealthy Albert Marsh In the mean.
time her poor lover had reached distant civ.
hundreds Of miles from the place ofbis nativity
Five years had passed away: In q laroe
magnlhcently furnished parlor, sat young wife,
with her head resting upon her hand. 1t was
midnight, and she was waiting her husbands
return The hour hand passed along, and the
clock struck one; it kept on its march and told
me hours of two, three, and four-sfill no hus.
oand came. Finally, as the light began to
break in the east his familiar step was heard
approaching. The wife looked up in astonisb-
ment as ne entered the room. He had returned
nome sober 1t was more than she had expect
ed.
why, Albert, B." she asked, 'whers ,have YOU
been all this long night ~
You shouldn't have sat up, DEAR" he sa id as
ne went toward the CRATE and rubbed his hands
over the fire. 1T is going to be a beautiful
day. Have you looked out at the eastern sky?'
The wife looked up again in astonishment.-
What could be the meaning of his tender man.
ner towards her
Albert" she said, "tcll me where you have
been, and what you have been doiHg.'
On, not much of anything" he replied ner-
vously, as he still rubbed his hands "Tye only
been down to Hazlewood's,''
"What, playing again You promised me
you would not go there any more
81 couldn't help it. Brown was going in,
and he urged me so hard that l was afraid he
would think me henpecked ii did not Just step
in for a moment:"
Il hope yon have not lost Tonight" said his
wife, as a shade Of anxiety passed over her
features.
""elI, to tell the truth, 1 have lost pretty
heavily, and that is what kept me so late. 1
have been trying to receiver it."
"Still you kept losing"
Exactly so, Mary
"How are you going to meet your losses ~
she asked, as her eyes filed with tears.
''Now don't, like foolish woman, cry over
what can't be helped. l shall take my shares
out of the bank
The interest of that, Albert,is all have had
to meet our household expenses for the la ST
two years. What shall we do ~
"Come, dear, we won't talk it over now
Let lis retire; we both need sleep"
They did retire, but there was no sleep for
either. Poverty, with its grim visage, was
staring them in the face.
Five years more were gone, and Charles Gill
bert was again in his native city.
"Does the Widow Marsh live here z" he ask
ed, as plainly dressed woman appeared at the
door of a wooden block, at which he had knock
ed.
eyes sir, up three flights ofstairs second door
to the right"
tie assembled the stairs, and knocked at the
door to which the woman had directed him. 1t
was opened by Mary herself. But what change
had come over her The beautiful girl he had
left ten years before was now pale, haggard,
care worn looking woman.
''The Widow Marsh, suppose 2" he said, as
she appeared at the door.
ut is, sir will you walk in ~ she replied, as
faint smile passed over her features.
He was shown into room that served the
widow paror, bedroom and kitchen. Two
little children were playing in one corner, and
Charles quickly recognized in their faces the
likeness of the once beautiful Mary Foster
The room was comfortably furnished with rem
dants of her former wealth. A pile of unfnish-
ed shirts on the table told him at glance that
Mary g needle supplied herself and children with
food. He took the seat she offered, and then
inquired:
"Do you, Mrs. Marsh, remember Charles Gil
bert?"
"Chares Gilbert!" she replied, 81 have not
forgotten him. Do you know anything of himl y
II am the man." he said, as he fixed his keen,
black eyes upon her. slave you forgotten our
last interview ~
NO. she family replied, as her eyes fell mp
on the floor and blush cverspresd her features.
"And you doubtless remember" he continued.
''that 1 told you | should have my revenge, and
have now come to obtain it..
She looked up. Not muscle moved his