The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-07-14

Are they soaked with their tears? Well,
what then-others have wept too perhaps, "
Oh the years had of a truth brought to her,
not happiness not power, gold or silver, but
d ust-the bitterness Of the grave.
| She had let the ashes of her dead hopes,
lie unburied in her path, and would not see
the Loneliness beyond.
A cry from the adjoining room AN d they
find Mr.. Brooks falls in fainting tit. The
physician summoned pronounces it beginning
Of contagious disease, and if the old gentle
man is to be removed, it must be before he
grows worse. Blanche felt her cheeks
burning at the shame of sending her rela-
tives off in this way,with only their SER
wants to attend them, and with the light
Of holy purpose Inning in her fair face
like prayer, she asks permission to go to
her grandfatners home and help take care of
him. And though a sorrow creeps over her
because they allow her to so, with so little
UNIV illingness, and at leaving her home, she
bids them all good by,a and only once more
will sue ever enter within the gable rooted
house
Blanche in the grand house in the city
was learning the great lesson that ''to love
some thing more than ones self, is the Sc
cret of all that is great; and to know how
to live for others, is the aim of all noble
souls. The aged couple so full of the ankle.
ties and ambitious Of the world when in the
prime Of life, had now returned to the faith
and content Of their youth. Blanche all day
long waited on them, and watched to please
them Her grandmother would talk to her
by the hour Of her childhood and youth,
carrvinr blanche back with her to 'tye old
en- time
Robert was tall and comedy, his cheeks
were ruddy as the morning and his hair like
gold. How his eyes lighted and his voice
grew low as he gave me the early nosegay,
and a pleasant good morrow, that lock
of bright hair, have it yet.
How you must have loved him, and do
you not often think of him when it is still
asked Blanche. ..-.-.
"Why, child, what has turned your head ?
1t is OF Robert, Of your grandfather, that |
speak; he is there by the window now with
his Bible
Grandchildren but his hair was golden,
and grandfathers hair is all silvered."
Gold silver ;--dust. A little while and q
crown shall rest upon it, child-children all.
in the spring Mrs Brooks died; but
| Blanche could not leave the stricken old man
! though her heart was troubled, and she felt
cut off from home almost. One year passed
and then another and she received but few
| tokens Of affection from home. Mr., Gator
| had retained his tender love for his wife,
/ through all her grievous faiIings. There are
not many who could have done it. Let us
| think kindly Of him for that But this aztec
| ton made him unjust to every one that
helped to darken her life. Mis-. Gator felt
that she had not loved Blanche as her other
children, and the self sacrificing spirit and
earnest purity Was as constant rebuke to
| her own complaining, wasted life. r.Cator
saw that it panied her to hear illusions to
| Blanche, and her sacrilce-it seemed as il
/ the daughter was taking up the mothers
neglected work-and 50 gradually her name
ceased te be dwelt on long
And for the lonely girl there was an I'M
| told comfort III the thought,
''What if thou dzaoays spfer trsbuiation
And if y Christian warfare never cease
The gaining of the quiet habitation
Shall gather thee to everlasting re4ce." r.
The old man is dead And the grand
child stands by the open grave, and thinks
of this life now ended; and the first spade
full Of sand falls heavily on the coftin-Iid.
Dust to dust.
And Blanche leaves the great house,
swarming with distant relatives, Qor the
will is not to be opened for a week yet) and
with the housekeeper starts for home. An
accident detains them near SouthtOn, and 1t
is late before they take the stage, and are
rumbling slowly over the familiar road.
Blanche leans from the window, busy with
her thoughts when off on the hill, a lame
shoots up into the darkness, arousing her
by the thought that it is her home on fire.
She begs the driver to proceed with all pos
sible haste, and drops her purse iuto his
hand lie chuckles to himself that sit is an
i'll wind that blows nobody any good, as
he urges the horses forward. A stiffness as
of death greets Blanche as she flies up the
walk to the house, Now her father and the
supplied servants begin to STIR and Blanche
enters her mothers room, and with diihcul-
ty succeeds in arousing her from the stupor
into which the sitting smoke had thrown
her: and then rushes to the attic where
Redeie and Fannie sleep. The flames are al
ready creeping round the steep, winding
stairs. ''Redgie--Fapnie! :" she cries
81 am afraid" sobs Fannie, and Redgie
heroically said, he could not come alone and
| leave Fannie to die.
Blanche had thrown her heavy cloak on
the stairs, and reaching her hand to Fannie,
| thew are soon in tho open air.
They are all safe; but Mrs. Gator where
is she? Together the father and daughter
enter again the doomed abode, and one nlo'
inent after another stamps It's flight as
though in molten lead, as they hear no an
swer to their cries. 1t last they find her IN
sensible, at the foot Of the hall stairs, where
frightful beams We're falling just above her
| face
Tbe1norninc sun shone in upon the home
less family who had sought the shelter 81
the barn Redgie's groans arouse Mrs, Ca
tor. Sleep alone drew them from him, Tor the
brave little Fellow had restrained all exhl-
bition of his pain when awake
Glow hard this mattrass is-and am
shivering Is Redgie i'll" she asked, as hel
! daughter came to her side.
'.i1is burns pain him; you will both bt
better soon 4hope" a 10
'.Nellies voice My darling Is here at
LAST gin. aaeFa,1
's2To, mother, it is only Blanche, come
I back again.
| eStand from before the light, l cannot
see you 1t Must be Nellie
Drearily and painfully the truth dawneo
Ion them both She was blind. -ae
Troubles gathered fast. Fatnie was Sci
with slow, nervous fever. The mortgage
Ion the farm was Suddenly foreelosed, anC
Mr. Gator was ready to sink underline heavy
blows. In the midst of the real troubles
Mrs. Gator uttered no complaint. Out 0
them, there spoke voice like that Of thu
accGsit9g angle Her lips were sealed a.
we'll as her eyes. Trying to look straighf
before her, what causes for tbankfulness r1s'
to haunt her. ReInorses renorse. Lake
rtenistocies, she would wish TO be laugh
the art of forgetfuness. While she is mus
!. Ing the FIRE bUrned. In agony she looks up
on the years spent in rebellion ;--lier HE i
bitterness and sin. Why, blessings inflmt
bad. crowned her steps ali along. Great Cod