The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-06-15
VOLUME 26.1


I5tanton; ',atd speaking of wine brings he
TO my MUD. DO you know anything of he
,arly life?'
Nothing" answered.
:. Poor Mary! never think of her withou
feeling my resolution of total abstineuc'
grow stronger aud stronger. When W,
we're school children together her fathe
was the wea'thiest man i'll l}arryville, ant
she and her brother were nong tue happI
at of the happy.
Mr. Granville was in the haoit of drinking
i wine; and the habit grew upon him until
he felt he could not live without his brandy.
he was of social disposition, and in tim
lit came to pass that he was often grossly
intoxicated. Of course under such circun
stances, one of two things must happen.
i he man n.nst reforni, scr he must sink. Mr.
IGranville did not reform, and ere many
years he died drunkard's death, leaving
his fami y in poverty and suffering. Thorn
rs, the son, was four years older than Mary
became very disipated, aud at the age OF
eighteen, was killed i'll street fight in New
York Mrs Granville survived her sou but a
few months, absolutely dying, the doctor
said, of broken heart.
Poor Mary, thus LETT fatherless and mo
therless, without brother or sister, at
the age of fifteen was forced to earn the
thread which she eat, aud nobly has she
done it. If you knew her, Charley, you
would know one of the nobest women that
ever lived But-what is the matter? Why,
bless me you look as pale as a ghost. -
| struggled with myself, and told Jack
that had swallowed a lot IF cigar smoke
1 of
stepping out upon the balcouy, where the
fresh air partly restored me tony former
self
At late hour Jack departed for the no.
tel, and whea had retired to my chamber
1 paced to and fro until long past midnight
| could no longer misunderstood the mo-
tives which had actaated Maryiiil rejecting
my hand. She knew that | was in the
habit of using wine, and on that evening,
when last we met, she must have discov-
erred that had drunk enough to bring
false flush to my cheek. a.a
''Oh. my GOD! l calculated, as sank in
to chair, Il wonder not that she feared to
trust her future life i'll my keeping. She
has suffered enough from the accused. cup
Tire night of sorrow and desolation had been
long enough upon her. She would be
worse than mad to take husband whose
opening pathway of life led towards the pit
into which the loved ones of other DAYS
had fallen"
But" asked myself why did she not
tell me the whole truth?'' INV .f
found no difficulty in answering the
question. She had shrunk from woundiug
my feelings i knew how sensitive she
was, and knew that she had been afraid
of offending me. Perhaps she thought me
proud and headstrong enough to resent such
liberty on her part, and perhaps she imag.
iued that l might look upon her course as
the offering of her hand in consideration of !
my renoullcing the wine cup, aud that
might spurn said offer 3
On Friday Jack Stanton left ME. aul on
saturday evening called at Marys board
ing place: Mary herself answered my
summons. She started when she saw me.
and saw her night hand move quickly to-
wards her heart. /
Mary said l, speaking very calmly,
for had mighty sire ngth of will now to
support me, Il have not come to distress
you. have come as friend, and hum
bly, ask that you will give me audience for
a few Minutes
She went into the parlor, and followed
her, closing the door behind me; and when
we were alone she set the lamp upon the ia
bic, and motioned n,c to seat
mo, . said |, Il will not sit down yet
Give me your hands, Mary,
Mechanically she but forth her hands. and
took them IN my own. There was won
dering look in her face. and slight flush
had come 10 her pale cheeks.
MARY" I coutinued, speaking SLOWLY
and ofty-and l. know that moisture
was gathering in my eyes-'you must an
swer me one simple question. Answer it |
as you please, and take my solemn assur /
ance that l only ask it for my good. Tell
nle--do you love me? No, no--do not take
your hands away yet. Answer me if YOU |
cam Fear not-O fear not; for | would |
rather go forth into endless night than do |
you wrong. Tell me, Mary do you love
81 cannot speak falsely, 'Nshe trenblingly
whispered. ''Formy own peace perhaps II
love you too we'll" - I
Listen to ME moment, 7 added draw
ing her nearer to me; land when have told |
you what have to tell, you shall : be the
Judge" IL Is -
She did not strive to free her hands; butt
she gazed up eagerly into my face, and her]
eyes heanied with hopeful light I
'You know John Stanton2' Is,aid. 4
'Ycs," she replied 4
"tle was my best friend while we were at
college and our frier:Gship has not grown less
lie came TO see tne, and told the story of the
Trials ana sutelerings of one of the school
q ates OF lis earlier days. Q, Mary, think
k.la"' very well why you refused my hand,
an'. blame you not. 1t may he that our
i,Jaths will be different through life; but you
shall at least know that he whom YOU have
loved will so live that he shall not he I'M
worthy your kindest remembrance. know
that my feet have hitherto wandered into
the path of danger, but henceforth | am
free from the dread snare. Under the new
light that has dawued upon me- | hold the
wine-cup to he fearful enemy, and will
shun it as | would shuu shameful life and
a cloudcd death-bed. For my own sake
will do this 50 that my sainted mother. if
she eau look down from heaven upon her
boy, can smile upon tue course he has cho-
sen. And now, Mary. if at some future
time you should feel that YOU can trust
your happiness TO my keeping, you will give
me sane token there,fa and will come and
ask you again for yoursnrnd; and should il
be my blessed lot to receive it, will de-
vote every energy of my being to make
your life joyous and peaceful one.
let go her hands and bowed my head
20 wipe away IA tear had turned towards
the door, really intending to d, part and give
her time for r. Election, when she pronounced
my name. looked back and her hands
were stretched out towards me
Not uow,' | whispered, Il will not ask
your answer yet Match me-prove me.-
Only give me to know that have your love,
and will"
stopped speaking, for Marys head had
been piilowed upon my bosom, and she was
weeping like Child. III. ..s
Nov! now" she utte red, as wound my
arms ai,ni1t her ..Nh l,hnrL.. 49,.