The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1860-10-25
DEATH BY THE WAYSIDE.
BY MRS. MARY A. DENNIsoN.

" Oh, this breeze, this breeze iron
the hills, how delightful, how refresh
ing !" murmured an invalid, as he sat
almost buried in pillows, by an opel
easement, upon which the woodbin,
lovingly laid it's green tendrils.
knew you would soon be bette
my love; that pain was the result O
over exertion yesterday; and now
think Of it," added the hopeful, young
creature, "you have not coughed once
this afternoon; and your eyes look SC
different, and such delicate little flush
upon your cheek"
Bless the good, gentle, west wind
L love it because it is so grateful to my
dear, sick husband" and she bent over
him, tenderly kissing his pure, veined
forehead. With mighty effort, the sick
man forced back the tears that welled
slowly up, making the brilliancy of his
deep eyes almost painful. He knew, and
every one around-save the trusting,
gentle wife-knew that his days were
numbered. None had the courage to
break the sad tidings to one who had
never felt aught of sorrow, who had
been nurtured as delicately as the dew
plant is Graded in the bosom of the
rose.
But the young invalid forced the
tears back, and his lips only slightly
quivered, as his soul chances with a
whispered prayer, were lifted up toward
the rich azure arch that spanned the
green hills on the sides of his valley
home.
would like once MORE" he muir
turning to her radiant face, &C to
visit our private haunt the wild rose
is poisoning there now, and the thyme
and the hearts case you planted, Lou
am afraid our little path will
be hard to find how sweet it would be
to go there once more !"
" Once more, Charles yes, indeed,
you shall go there a dozen times. Oh,
this is the beginning of better days my
prophetic heart whispers sony hus-
band.
For months you have not expressed
such DESIRE" she exclaimed rapidly,
her eyes overlooking with blissful tears.
g Yes, love, Doctor Wade said it would
do you so much good if you could only
bear the fatigue and do you, do you
really think you can? John shall get
the carriage round and / will line it'll
with the softeSt pillows, myself, and you
shall lay that dear head upon my shoul,
der; yes, will bear you in my arms,
but what you shall co." and away
sprang the young creature, wild with
delight, to make every needfuI prepare
ton. She was the wife of year, al
most a child in simplicity of character
and innocence of heart, and but little
more in age. An idolized and only
daughter had she been; every thing
that wealth could lavish upon its favor.
ties was showered upon her her young
husband was heir to an immense for
June, and posessot already, Of great
fishes but alas death was ever at his
side moaning into his dulled ear, " these
90 not with thee to the grave"
"There, my own Charles,you do look |
so comfortable, snugly esconsed in the
lear, old carriage, and John has prom
sed me to drive so careful. Do you
know was never so happy in my life,
rs | am this very moment? ] could |
shout with excess of JOY. If you had
seen me dancing through the hall just
now, you would have thought me fran
5ic-but this hope of your recovery
no wonder l am like one distracted
Your hand-give me your hand why !;
it is as delicate, nay, much more so, than
mine ; and small too but it shall not be
much longer emaciated-deaI hand ;"I
and thus, chattering gaily, wilfully I'M
needing the abstract gaze of him who
was dearer than life to her, she beguiled
the pleasant moments.
My Father, my blessed Saviour,
give me strength to tell her all - men
tally prayed the invalid. Louise, if l
should" his voice was choked with
emotion.
Well if you should what? get well,
what would you do, love ?'
eff / should-die ?"
"My God my Charles" she almost
starting forward, "you look
strangely white. Where is it where is
the pain ? tell me-tell me quickly"
Here, Louise, ''he faltered, spreaded
his slender fingers over his heart,
'Ah!" she moaned wildly, sinking
helplessly back against the seat, s'you
are faint, only faint, my blessed hus-
band, aud yet we are from home-alone
far from home. God help us!''
"Far from home" he murmured in
reply, and this heavenly spot, Louise;
the angels are all around me, but not
here not in this close carriage only
help me to the ground; let me breathe
Gods air by the wayside; out there
amoug the flowers. 3 The angels are
there, dearest, so don't fear, they will
bear me up in their hands"
With wonderful selfcontrol, despair
ing girl checked the shrieks that trem-
bled on her lips, and calling the coach
man, wound her slender, white arms
abount the loved form and lifted him
towards John, who stood
with wonder and alright.
''Take him carefully, John, she sob.
bed, convulsively; ''hold him till |
bring the pillows; lay him here, where
the breeze will fan his forehead"
On the green bank, with the red
wild roses, and the dropping elm
branches waving above him, while the
air, laden with thousand perfumes,
swept the silken veil from his dreamy
eyes, disclosing a shining pathway
heavenward, where the angles were
awaiting him; calmly, sweetly the
youthful husband lay breathing his
life away. The sun cleaned on the
red fruit, the birds they thrilled their
joyous hooking notes from amid the
rich foliage, all things were raidient
with life and beauty all things ami
mate, save the frail humanity of the dy-
ing one.
You will be better nv love: you are