The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-08-07
s1.5O PER- ANNUM lin ADVANCE.
NUMBER 9.

Frank stamped his foot with anger, and mas
terng himself sufficiently to speak calmly h
returned:
"Then you will no longer receive my visits
Miss Dinsmore. Good morning"
"Be it as you say, Mr.. Conway, and goo
morning. But for old friendships sske, Frank
let us part good friends. Believe me, an
sorry, grieved, that did know my own hear
better when 1 promised to be your wife: Blu
| l love this man whom you have met love,
worship that mysterious being, and IN the IN
controlled passion l feel for him, prehaps l an
more to be pitied than you in losing the VIC
! man you once hoped 10 caH WIFE, IL nav
panied you, forgived me-"
held out my hand to him, but instead OF re
fusing it, or taking it coldly, as had hoped n
would, he caught it passionately between boil
of his, bent over it, and wildly raining down il
hot tears and bur ming kisses, he said
"No, no, no, Julie cannot-I cannot leave
you in anger My love Ny love!"
Unhappy chance! think if he had but left
me then, with faint, quiVering scorn in his
| voice-parted from me without another
word or if with words at all, rudely and in an
ger, should have loved him again. For ever
as he turned away, and ! thought him for g
moment lost, my heart gave one bound toward
him with sudden sharp appreciat ion OF the
Jewel it had cast away.
But he would not leave me now there he was
al my feet again his tears and kisses on my
hand, and his voice pleading passionate love IN
my ear.
/ cared no more for him. Again l was all
belonging TO that strange, dark influence, the
shadow of which looked down on me from the
wall--the reality of which had recently left me
1 tolerated Frank for while longer. We then
parted with great sentimentaity on his side,
;k6 ;yIi
niiht Alphonse Lugnani was my visitor again.
In the natural course of conversation, | found
myself at O loss for name whereby to call him
and he supplied me with the one just given.
1t is useless for me to follow the course OF
love for this strange man. From the first it
had been an insane passion, and from day to
day it only increased.
Frank Conway still continued my devoted
lover though all was over between us, and as he
looked on in impotent rage at my increasing
love for the italian, came more and more to
despise his imbecility in the matter. think
would have respected him again-perhaps even
have found myself forced to love him again, had
he,takensome forcible means TO rid himself of his
rival, instead of tamely submitting the robbery
he had been guilty o. against him.
But Frank did nothing violent or rash
And still the days went on hurriedly-hur-
riedly.
The Italian had long since told me he loved
me, of course. AS he had taken Frank s place
as my lover, he had good right, too, aud again
l had betrothed myself-promised to become
the wife of Alphonse Lugnami
The time | had appointed for my marriage
drew nigh. Once, and only once, Frank had
protested.
Every argument that he could think OF he
used-in vain.
''My God, Julie You cannot mean to marry
the man" he said, at last His face shows
him to be very devil"
And if he were the-hims elf, would and
toM marry him, Frank" said. When said
SO 1 shuddered From that hour never for
got the rash words L had spoken.
Angel in my better self, if it was indeed the
devil in the guise of man who thus bond me
in chains of fascination that no mortal ever
forged.
But it was too late now
My marriage morn
Never bride with more trembling fingers
donndd her wedding robes, or with so nervous
ly throbbing heart awaited her bridegroo m s
arrival.
At last 1t was his step on the stair, his hand
is on the door, Hark now
II cannot, must not, shall not marry that
man !"
"Will no one save me? ?"
L
to me-save me. am yours-never his-neVer
any other 's-never-neyer: 1t was all delu-
sion-ail a glamour thrown over my senses.
Frank, say, save me. l am yours yours for
ever!"
"Pll massacre the man what disputes it, Sex
claims dear voice that knew full we'll, and
comebody is raising me from tho lounge, and
touching his lips to my forehead. "Why, Julie,
little one, what's the matter What was taking
you from me in that ugly dream -
1 sprang up wide awake.
Yes. Thank Heavsn it was only dream
and laughing aud crying, l threw myself into
Franks arms, and sobbed with hysterical JOY
on his shoulder.
By-and-by gave him his bon-bon. Then l
told him my dream, venturing to look up at the
Portra tie as 1 did So, 1t was the same old pic.
ture of a dark, somewhat handsome face, and |
laughed at the remembrance of the power il
had SO lately exercised ever me.
never have met the original, ifi ever had
any, which lis doubtful, and one day, somt
months ago, l pinned to the corner OF it in de
rision, my card, on which was dclcately traceC
Mrs. Frank Conway.