The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1862-08-07


esting to me. And when, tired of these wakin
visions, I at length went to bed, it was onl
to repeat them in sleep.
The DAYS went by very rapidly now. tho
| within myself, never loved before. That l
why the morning breaks so soon-that IS VIII.
the day is done so soon, and night return
again. Day nor night-neithes is long enougl
to contain my love for this mysterious being 81
suddenly born into my world, even if he neve
existed save in the imagination Of the arts
who made that painting
began to neglect my work as we'll as every
thing else. Madame D'Aubert soon noted thu
change in one of her expert apprentices, ant
my paleness, my abstraction, my listlessnes
and melancholy was, in short time, the Prin
cipal topic in the show room, among the res
of the girls, with whom l was not genera
favorite, from being special tavorite Will
Madame.
| Soon I began to be absent in the morning
then for whole days; at last for week at [
time. was i'll, 1 told Madame D'Anbert. l
was true. l was i'll; so i'll in mind that hat
never been so bad in body. My appetite LETT
me, and then my sleep began to torsake me
For whole days l would be confined to my bee
with sickening apathy of all the world thai
rendered me quite unfit for occupation of any
kind. My extraordinary infauation for thai
portrait became mania, dangerous alike to
nv reason and to my health. At last aWoke
to full realization Of this, and tried to over
come it, and shake off the influence which drag
ged me down But it was too late. 1t had be-
come too strong for my weak efforts now, and
no argument could use was sufficient to over
come my feelings by mere force of reason.
During all this time, many weeks, Frank
was constant as ever, and of late had been i'm
portuning me to fix the day for our marriage
nj oh ha hod lOn N
since promised to do-in order to try the change
of climate and travel on my health and spirits.
But would not name day for our nuptials
and was willing to put off my marriage with
him forever. And how longed to leave America
to 90 to the cities of the Old world, OF
which had heard and reed so much but how
7 lonoed even more than ever before for that
pleasure, for l had secret feeling that might
thus meet the original OF the portrait which l
now so madly worshpped. But to go witch
Frank Conway, and as his wife On never!
never!
The great change which had come over me
troubled Frank grately. In vain he besought,
he implored me to tell him the reason of it;
but kept silent. One morning, as L left the
house for Madame D'Aubert's store on Broad
way, a few steps from the door l met. face to
face, the man Fate had thrown across my path
of life to be- as l felt, the arbiter of my destiny.
There he was, at last-standing before me,
looking down at me out Of his wonderful eyes,
aud whes l knew that it was indeed the living
original of that picture, the light LETT my eyes,
my heart gave one great throb, then seemed
to ceas beating forever, and in a moment after
paIpitated SO wildly that l could scarcely
breathe between its rapid beats. would have
swooned and fallen at his feet if hehad not Gid
ed TO my side, and drawing my arm through his
as if he was there by appointment to me,
whispered reassurIngly
"Couraee, courage, my fair little one! And
SO you waited tor me, rather than marry Frank
Conway, and come to me-"
1 was already almost past any fresh astonish-
ment, bnt those words, spoken IN so matter-ot-
fact a tone, gave me fresh thrill OF surprise.
Did this man read my secret heart Had he
done so fus months past--nay, perhaps all my
life long; and certainly since the night when
ne became SO curiously part OF my life. l
could make no answer; and without waiting
for me TO do SO, he drew my arm more closely
still within his as we were directly opposite
Madame DAubert's, and seeing l made move
ment as if would enter, No, no" he said, de-
tanning me; "never mind Madame's now. No
more drudgery, little one, no more prlcklng
with needles Of those pretty fingers They
will soon be mine, l promise you,and even now
| Claim the care Of them"
The possibility of resisting his will did not
occur to me. silently bent before it, and with
ont a word of objection suffered him to lead me
mast Madame D'Aubert's, a long distance up
Broadway. For long time he was silent
but at last crossing above Fourteenth street, he
walked, still holding my hand closely within
his arm, down the other side of the street tow
ward the street on which l lived.
Are you glad have come at last, Julie r.
were his next words.
| scarcely knew whether l was glad or sorry,
and not knowing what said, made answer ::
Eyes, am glad"
"Why, Julie 2"
Indeed, sir, don't know; and didn't know
any sensible explanation of any feeling had
in connection with him. He laughed slightly,
but something in the sound of his laugh made
me shiver as though in the sweet month of
MAY the wind of January had blown chill over
me.
You are certainly frank little girl. Well,
Won will discover by-and- perhaps, why you are
Glad that | have come. But how fast we have
been walking We are quite close upon your
home Pray forgive me, for fear have tired
you"
Indeed no. 1 didn't know we had walked
so rapidly, and yet, truly enough, there is the
old house"
Even as | sphoe we stood on the front door
stems. He pushed open the front door, and
waiting for an invitation, followed mo into the
hail and up stairs to my room. The informal
ity of this proceeding did not appear at the time
nor did what l would have considered an i'm
perrinent liberty i'll another give me the least
offence in him.
.You see l stand on no ceremony, Julie, he
remarked, when we were in my room.
s"That is we'll prefer it so, SIT.
Him IN Aud so do L, and he lazily seat ed
natural, he glanced up at the Portralte.
$50 you keep that old thing here STILL " he
said carelessy.
' ..Pray. sir, do you know it?" And my as
constituent must have been very evident.
.tDo | know it? Well, 1 trust SO, child since
T am myself the artist who painted that picture
and left it hanging there myself"
I Glanced up at the picture, then back again
AZ him, and would have glanced at the picture
aaain had he not arrested my gaze ana heid II
riyeted on himself. ,,.,-
oT didn't look again Of course. And no"
vague chillness took possession OF me- ! S.IF
a~ed az if with cold. Some mysterious 1eellh
whispered to me -, .;,, +bot sits
before YOU, aware Of all your thought ana iee .,
i,Igs mast and present Is he human at all {
| ( cnuld not solve the QouoG tuei, iOA '"lo PN
sonare rose while mentally spoke those "oru'
Julie" said he, moving toward the door, ~, !,
viii leave you now. Another time we VII
had no time to make any reply before a
reached the door and gided out. When ne wa
gona there came to me such feeling Of de ;1 III,
Il G9ion "a showed me what void was MADE IL III
IiG when the actual presence of this being wa
wanting to it. From the depths Of my heafs =
deem SIGH struggled up, and broke from my up
like moan OF pain. o,,
a well known footstep on the stairs well
knoyyn RAD on nay door! Unwelcome visitor
i,I inter- Frank Conway. His generous ope
countenance was Glouded ms raak pm PLug eye
NIL "j1lie, met stranger on the stair. e
oaraa from your room-I recognized the fac
re cursed original of that picture there"
nSneak of my friends with more respect
7 Won pleage, Mr. Conway"
ne stamped his foot furiously. =,
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