The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-07-14
Geld Silver Dust.
By LMLAs NJ. GAY. II
-CoNCLUDED FROM LAST WEEK.
CHAPTER THIRD. a.

Nellie's smiles came back with the sum
mer sunshine /; the wound was healed over
if not cured. She had accepted the hand OF
one who had long regarded her from a dis
lance, and when Blanche asked 'Do you low G
him Nellie, you know it will be for your
whole life and his she put the question
aside, and though Blanche felt her tears dri-
ed away by kisses, sisterly and sweet, there
/ was little spot not satisfied about Nellie.
Would it not be living a lie, to marry one
she did not love? $3.50
But every thing frightened about the
sought to cultivate the acquaintance Of our
quiet friendssan is now Spending the day
with them, with her son and daughter The
Older people are in the long parlor where the
sunlight comes, CHANGING in through the ivy
aud green blinds, and it is all pleasant
enough,with the lemonade aud fruit and
easy chairs, but we had rather step out in
to the very air and sunshine and be with the
young people. Enchanting, isu't it down
on the lower terrace, where we can catch
glimpses Of the river as it clasps silver bands
around the deep green. That is Nellie and
her betrothed walking there, very well, II
they turn back and pietend not to notice any
one, we viii go away. Any way he speaks
too low to suit Us.
Charley and Blanche and Reginald Gren-
vile and his sister Alice are seated among
the clover in the shade, and Fannie is NOV
ing to and fro in tho swing waiting for some
one to come and push her T" And Redgie
lis digging, with might and main, for angie
worms for bait, with What visions Of captur-
led fish. AS Blanche puts some ferns and flow
ers into her book to press she turns back to
the pretty specimens Alice had preserved on
her journey i'll the spring.
See! She excaims' 'if they are so love
" now what must they have been in the
spring, in the shadow Of the mountains. y
If it be black aIready,what will it be to-
morrow or after fourteen days, quoted Reg
nald queerly. ''Onc imagines Richter to
/ have said this of the ink he used to delight
in preparing himself, in just that tone with
Shade more Of glad triumph in it perhaps
! 1t was wonderful this freshness OF soul Of
Jean Paul, which took delight in simple, com
imon things, and made his home life per
| feet domestic idyl All authors have left
Ius books, but,Richter has left us something
far m ore rarc-'a pure life
Il love to imagine him, said Blanche, 'at
his table, covered with papers and books and
flowers, over Which hung his bird cage, with
its little ladder, and to think of him stop
ping in the midst Of his most exciting pas
sages, so as not to interfere with the bird
and her little one as they walked over the
sheet scattering drops Of water from the
flower cups which mingled with that IA
mous ink as he wrote. :"
.NVho are you speaking Of. Richter? ask
ed Charley, who had been busy talking with
Alice. '.Wasn'tI it he who called his eve
ming meal a table d'hote, which he furnish
ed with twelve dishes from the arts and sci
ences, +. '.7'''.l "o.5
Eyes" said his sisters her face kindling,
t"and If was he who regarded nature as a
sanctuary, and every walk in the open air
was, to him, an entrance into a church, cans
ing him to question his heart whether it
entered pure into the vast. guiltless temple.'
Zone respects old father Wielahd and his
Ieightieth perusal Of Tristan Shandy, for call
ling him. our Toreck, our Rabalais, the pur
est spiritt Life seems q most sacred far
reaching blessing, when we think OF thenoblt
linen that have wrought out within its lin
its truths that shall outast Time
i!And yet the air is full Of men, . Put il
Charley. Lsa T- ".
! ,'And the only question is, shall we soar?, ,
J said Reginald, delightfully."-
Assuming You all have wings, said his
Sister arcilly. d7 at# ani1age
Come Alice, we must have one song be
fore the tea bell rings, urged Nellie, as SIT
Joined them, s'and we have planned to have
a run on tue river at dusk 9ai
The months pass, and Nellies marriage is
J ~ 4 4, - L n
life has opened to her. She has promised
some day to be Reginald GrenvilIes wife
There stand some. old old people at the gate
Blanche hastenes to open it and to give then
seats i'll the parlor AS the old man folds hlt
trembling hands over bis cane, and his eyes
inject Mrs. Gators her cheeks turn pale and
Ashe says quite low:
Can it be that it is father aud mothe
come to see me,
+. And then she kissed them, the one afte
the other, saying Children embrace you
grandfather and grandmother."
And while loving arms cling round them
aud young lips press Cheeks and brow an,
hair let rs pray that this aged father anC
imother, forgot how cold thaGlirst kiss was
One q ay after another passes, and til
IcHhufeil;16u Win Don DOilS ana STORIES ar
THE only ones quite at ease. The unnatura
bitterness grown and cherished in that dis
: appointed wonfans heart eat away all tn
peace and happiness and love. Oh it wa
sad to see them.
At last when alone with her husband
Mrs Ctaors command gave way and sh
: exclaimed, possionateIy, How long must
: bear this-their coming now as spies on m,