The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-08-25

Again he went on,every now and then
lettering to think.
81 wish" said he, turning his pockets in
side Out, "only wish | had some money
there"
With this fresh wish on his lips he went
into the dirty cottage of his uncle. 1t was
homestead that did anything but credit to
its occupants The floor was unswept, the
hearth covered with coke and potato Feelings
the remnants Of a dinner Of the meanest kind
were scattered over the table. The boy felt
| disguised, as he mentally compared this
abode with the neat but equally poor home
that he had Just quilted. He looked at his
aunt, sitting in dirty cotton gown and dis
coIored cap in the chimney corner, and COM
| pared her with the schoolmasters suffering
sIster,who ever looked neat and clean.
The passion for change and Improvement
that had been silently taking root i'll Harry's
breast, was momentarily becoming more de-
| veloped. All at once he said to his auut.
Aunt, can you give me little money
ever so ittle?"
'Money." she looked at him in utter sur
prise. ''What do you want with money!"
| ''Never you mind only see though if l
don't pay you back one day, and plenty to
! 4 violent blow from behind sent the boy
reeIing against.the wall. There stood his saw
age uncle, with his fist double, bare grimmy
| firm, and face distorted with iutoxiocation.
''rll teach you to ask for money" said he,
and other blows and fierce abuse followed.
The boy started forward into the,ceutre Of
| the room gazed with steady boldness into
the tyrant's face and said
G.Vo,, bo,yo dom. ,,o+bipo [,I1f Ill ma.
since my father died. have never doue
you any harm, and shan,t bear any more
of it."
The blacksmith caught up heavy stick.
"Wil you not?'
mol will not;so take care what you arc
about"
.'rll break your spirit or I'll break every
bone of your body"
You won't do either.
"We'll try that"
The blacksmith rushed forward to grasp
Harry by the colIaran Harry sprang to
meet him With wild resistance They stood
foot to foot and hand to hand, wrestling for
the mastery, when the door opened, and the
schoolinaster of BOnchurch entered. In
stiuctive reverence for the good man made
the blacksmith pause, ard the boy broke |
from him, trembling violently, and now sub |
dued to tears.
4 am sorry to see this, said the master.
''What's the matter"
The blacksmith muttered something and
his wife took the stick from his hand.
They are always quarreling," said she,
What have | done?" exclaimed Harry, |
'.but it don't matter, master, l like yoU-you
have been good to me, land shall think OF
it ;but as for hju.-l hate him, and l despise
him and l have nothing to thank hirh for ;
and after this day l will never see his face
again, nor eat Of his bread. ="
In an instant the lad was gone.
Some hours after the master returned
home, and the first thing he did was to
take his strap from table, aud put it iii the
fire.
His sister smiled but said nothing.
Afterwards they conversed respecting the
poor boy, and the master expressed some
uneasy apprehension as he repeated Hamy's
words on going oil. Those approximations
increased when it became known through |
the village that Harry Bonner was missing, |
and could not be found.
At dusk the villagers were trayerslng the
road with lights-thato old upper road, which,
viewed from the lower cliffs, appeared but
as lofty terrace cut on the green mount
side.
At that time, the now ilourshng town OF
Ventnor had scarce begun to eXlste, only a
few houses relieved the picturesque wilder
ness of the scenery, amidst which the shouts
of the villagers formed an exciting accom-
pannent to the dash or the waves among
the numerous breakers and the fury of an
equinoctral gale.
Up and down the steep activities OF that
old road, winding about the face OF the upper
cliff, did the villagers continue moving with
their lights until long past midnight, for the
parting threat Of the boy had caused gen
eral belief that he had committed some rash
act--perhaps thrown himself over the cliffs,
or into the sea.
What else could have become Of him? lie
had neither money,nor food, nor clothes, nor
friends,nor any hope Or help Of any kind,
that any one knew of out Of Bonchurch One
person limited at gipsies, another at snug
giers and the bold, erratic character OF the
boy made the master fancy it might be pos
sible that he had joined one or the other.
but gipsies had not been seen i'll Bonchurch
for many months, and the smugglers OF that
part of fhe island We're well known to the
residents, land on good terms with them, ana
they denied any knowledge OF the boy
Gradually the search ceased, except on the
mart of the schoolmaster, VINO walked III
every direction, inqulrlng and examining,
But at last he, too, lost hope;and as ne STOOD
in Ventnor Cove when a stormy night was
darkeuing around, and the winds ana waves
ragged in fearful unison, he felt melancho-
" conviction that Harry Bonner was lost
forever
7venty ysar$ rolled away,and the disap,,
pearance of the boy was still profound
mystery. e...a
and no one had lamented him. The school
masters sister needed nothing more IN TINS
World Most Of Harry's schoolmates were
dead and of those..who survived scarcely any
remained in the village. All was changed
Init still the schoolmaster lived in his hum
he cottage, and kept school, But he was
o,ro9n old and solitary, and infirm and so
-. 80. xyae almost reduced to shadow
with hard lining,
I In his best days he had eked out his IN
come by cultivatipg a few vegetables anu anu
common fruit land this was stu his reSoufc 60
when he could hobble out on line days into
his patch of garden ground.
Lis spirit had been unusually depressed
by the decline of his strength, his poverty
his forlorn condition, and the memory OF ms
sister, when at sunset one day he stood at his
school-room window, looking towards
the the sea. The {lattico was open, for the YEA
ther was warm, and his withered face felt !; re-
freshed by the breeze that playe3d, over lit, 1t,
But that which chiefly detained him there
and held him in kind Of ASSASSINATION was
the unusual appearance Of a ship Of war, one
of the most imposing size, noored near Vent
nor.
The old mans memory was quickene4d5 by
the spectacle,a and he thought of Harry Bon N
ner, who, on the day Of his diapp earance, had
been detected by him, watching just such a
vessel from this window, while his neglected