The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-01-28

barking after him like a mad creature
Days went by, and l, at work in my OWL
department, saw no more of the count. Sun
day came--the third, | think, after | haC
talked with George i'll the yard, Going with
George to the chapel in the morning, l no
ticed that there was something strange anC
anxious in his face, and that he scarcely
opened his lips to me on the way. Still
said nothing. it was not my place to cues
ton him and | remember thinking to my.
self that the cloud would all clear off as soon
as he found himself by Leah's side, holding
the same book and joining the same hymn
1t did not, however, for no Leah was there.
looked every moment at the door, expecting
to see her sweet face coming in; but George
never lifted his eyes from his book, or seemed
to notice that her place was empty, Thus
the whole service went by, sand my thoughts
wandered continually from the words Of the
Ipreacher. AS soon as the last blessing was
spoken, and we were fairly across the thresh-
old, turned to George aud asked if Leah was
ill?
'ENo," said he, gloomiIy, ''she is not ILL.,
''Then why wasn't she-f"
'Tll tell you Why" he interrupted impa-
tiently. because you've seen her here fol
the last time. She's never coming to chapel
again
Never coming to chapel again ?" l falter-
ed laying my hand on his sleeve in the earn
estness of my surprise. "Why, George, what
is the matter ~
But he shook my hand off, and stamped
with his iron heel till the pavement rang
again.
"Don't ask me said he roughly. ''Let me
alone. You'll know soon enough"
i ~, IL l.. 1
leading towards the hills, and left me without
another word
have had plenty Of bad treatment in my
time; but never, until that moment, All angry
look or syllable from George | did not know
it would choke me; ami III the afternoon
went out and wandered restlessly about the
fields till the hour for evening prayer came
round. | then returned to the chapel, visit
ing for George. | Baw the congregation 90
in by twos and threes; heard the first psalm
tune echo soIemnIy through the evening still
ness; but no George came. Then the service
began, and knew that punctual as his hab-
its were, it was OF no use to expect him any
longer. Where could he be? What could
have happened? Why should Leah Payne
never come to chapel again? Had she gone
over to some other sect, and was that why
George seemed so unhappy ?
Sitting there III the dreary little churchyard
with the darkness gathering around me,
asked myself these questions over and over
again, till nay brain ached for | was not
much used to thinking about anything in those
| times At last could bear to sit no longer
! The sudden Thought struck me that l would
20 to Leah, and learn what the matter was
from her own lips. | sprang to my leet and
set out at once toward her home.
| 1t was quite dark, and light rain was be-
| ginning to fall | found the garden gate open,
and a quick hope flashed across me that George
might be there. drew back for a moment
hesitating whether to knock or rius when a
sound Of voices in the passage, and the sud
den cleaning OF bright line of light under
the door, warned me that some one was com
ing out. Taken by surprise, and quite unpre
pared for the moment with anything to say,
shrank behind the porch, and waited until
those within should have passed out The
door opened and the light streamed suddenly
upon the roses and wet gravel.
ut rains" said Leah, bending forward and
shading the candle with her hand.
and it is as cold as Siberia, added another
voice, which was not Georges, and yet sound
ed strangely familiar. Ugh! what a eli
mate for such flower as my darling to bloom
inw
'Is itso much finer in France ?' asked Leah,
softly
CAS- much finer as blue skies and sunshine
can make it. Why, my angel, even your
bright eyes will be ten times br lighter and
your rosy cheeks ten times roster, when they
are transpIanted to Paris. All can give
you no idea OF the wonders of Paris-the
broad streets planted with trees, the palaces,
the shops, the gardens ii is city Of enchant-
meat"
sit must be, indeed" said Leah. ''And
you will really take me to see all those beau
tiful shops?"
every Sunday my darling. Bah don't
look so shocked. The shops in Paris are al
ways open on Sunday, and everybody makes
it holiday. You will soon get over these
prejudces"
Il think it is very wrong to take SO much
pleasure in the things Of this world" sighed
Leah.
The Frenchman laughed and answered her
with Il kiss
Good night, my sweet little saint" and
he ran lightly down the path and disappear
ed in the darkness Leah sighed again, and
fingered moment, and then closed the
door.
Supplied and bewiJdered, stood for some
seconds like a stone statue, unable to move,
scarcely able to think. st length reused
myself, as it We're mechanically, and went
towards the gate. At that instant q heavy
hand was laid on my shoulder, and hoarse
voice close beside my ear said:
''Who are you? What are you doing
here ~
Il ,,.,, H,o-o-, I,,,a,,. H., - ,,,oo =,
spite of the darkness and stamnered his name.
He took his hand quickly from my shout
} der.
''How long have you been here p said he,
fercely. 'What right have you to Turk
about, ike a spy in the dark? God help me,
Benz I'm half mad. / don't mean to be rash
to you"
pm sure you don't" ! cried, earnestly.
cts that cursed trenchman," he went on
in voice that sounded like the groan Of one
in pain. He's villain. | know he's vii
lain and I've had a warning against him ev
er since the first moment he came among us
He'll make her miserable and break hsl
heart some day-lny pretty Leah-and l love
: her SO But I'll be revenged as sure as there's
a sun in heaven, I'll be revenged ."
His vehemence terrified me. tried to per
suade him to so home, but he would not list
2 en- to me.
NO, no." he said. Go home yourself
boy and let me be- My blood is on fire
this rain is good for me, and l am better
alone"
If could only do something to helE
' you
You can't" interrupted he. Nobody cal
help me- I'm a ruined man, and don't car
: what becomes Of me. The Lord forgive me
e my hearts, full ofwickedness, and my thought
Il are. the promptings of Satan. There, go-to
t heavens sake, 60. don't know what say
o or what l DO -
Went for did not dare refuse any longer
IS but fingered awhile at the corner Of til
! street, and watched him pacing to fro in til
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