The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-07-07
Gold Silver Dust.
BY LILLIAs NJ. GAY.
CHAPTER FIRST.

1t is twilight The light steals brood
ingly over the sweep of distant hills; the
luminous space is without limit, Ia mystery
suggesting infnity. And yet ''the infnity
of God is not mysterious, it is only unfath-
omable; not concealed, but incomprehensi-
bic; it is a clear infnty, the darkness Of the
pure unsearchable sea-" This side, rear to
us opens the path between"t The forest trees,
1t seems an uncertain, shadowy thing lead
| ing duskily where? Just so our future APP
pears sometimes; we shiver and turn away
Hank, football, and down the path comes
young girl, and such an ancient and worn
volume as it is that she holds nearer and
nearer to her face, as the light retreats. But
what object is that she is balancing on her
head Alas is tit must be milk pail.
/ The book closes, and eyes beautiful with an
inward light, fix themselves in revery.
| Quick as thought dark figure springs from
behind the trees and brandishing club
shouts fiercely, "Veni, Vidi, Wei. Your milk
pail or your life" Our rapt maiden gives a
startled jump, and down falls that horrid
pail and overhows the fragrant milk A
most merry, provoking laugh betrays her
brother. Glow simple of me not to remem-
her it could be no one but you G harley"
catching her breath and wiping the milk
out of her eyes.
.'Not in the slightest my Blanche, there
are times when that faculty we call memo
ry is swallowed up by-incidental concomi-
tants ;-when-what a leap you did give
from way back to the time Of Euripides, tc
shutdown, June 4th, year of our Lord 1857
1t was fun to watch your face. Perhaps
after all, you allowed your thoughts an easy
transition to the Dark Ages and then down
What Greek hero do you imagine yourself
now?"
Blanche smiled self depreciatingy, gave
Charley sweet, sisterly glance and stept
aside for the pail. There among the gnarled
roots she finds pocket book, which they
have no time to examine now as they hasteI
home to the gable rooted h ouse. Blanche
takes her place at the tea table just as the
family are seating themselves. Miss Nellie
who has this day returned from school il
the city, is eighteen years old, and is tn
first to attract our attention; Blanche is ut
teen, a year older than Charley and Fannl
and Redgie glory in the ages of eight ant
six. The pleasant looking gentleman, who's
hands seem not unaccustomed to labor, is
Mr.. Gator, and the pale lady opposite him
his wife, Mrs Gators appearance is that o
one growing prematurely old White-streak
ed hair shades her forehead, q brow crosses
with the tracery which either time, passion
or pain leaves as a mark ofpower. Through
the clear skin can be painfully traced til
blue veins inducing one to calculate sadly
as to how many hours Of their weare'
throbbing went to lengthen out and deeper
those wrinkles. Yet this woman must ono
have been beautiful There are faces which
Ii Ike some unfortunates speak forever 9th
= past There is in them the melancholy ofnon
fulfllment; we see a promise budded, whic
has never blooned.
Nellie, radiant with beauty and hope, pre-
sents strong contrast to her mother. Mrs
Gators eyes are fixed on Nellie. We ar
thinking and perhaps she is too. of til
, time. eighteen or twenty years ago, when
scorner Of proffered hearts though she was
she surrendered at discretion to the suit c
Mr. Gator, stripping with neither forum
nor head, to quote her fathers unvaryinI
comment; two very considerable draw back
at least in the estimation of the wealth
banker, but then he wasn't supposed t.
have the experience Of young lady enjoy
ling her second season 'out." And the morn
ing when, as Florence was leaving the break
fast table, her mother called Mr.. Brooks at
tention to her worn looks, aud begged hin
. to deny her no longer his consent. So b
turned to look in her face (indeed her cheek
were little pale, either from anxiety fo
her happiness or her trosseau-) and said il
suftened voice, IF she is willing to MARI.
with only my consent, and not my approve
aud blessing. let tue bans be proclaimed
But think better things Of my little girl.
Each word fell distinctly on her ear as sll
passed on through the long, dim parlors
and something urged her to go back an
kiss the silvered hair and say, duty an
love to him should be first" But she lie
other impulses triumph.
And then that other scene, not long after
twhen the sun shone and the bells rung, bu
1.-THE fathers blessing fell not for his child
There was feeling of pride that soon the
would return crowned with wealth and hon
or. But years of struggle and failure came