The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1865-09-14
UNDER SUSPICIOUS.
CHAPTER THE ARREST.


gage?
Certainly, madam replied | always
called my brothers. second wife madam;
we never quarreled, but each thought that
the other was the most disagreeable person
in the universe; and as we each knew what
the other thought, it may be imagined ouI
intercourse was not Of very cordial nature
did see to the luggage, and then took
tickets for the party for the York Express
by the Great Northern Railway.
Fortunately we had compartment tt
ourselves that is, Mrs, Webster, my niece
Clara and myself.
Clara, my dear, you look as i'll as vol
can look; no one would ever think that to-
morrow was your wedding-day.'
DO | look i'll, mamma, said Clara dream.
lily.
yes, my dear, and wretched too. ]
wonder you've not more sense at yonr age,
a girl of twenty-five and breaking her heart
for love of a man who for four years has ia.
ken not even the slightest notice of you
why, it was one Of the conditions, Mrs.
Webster, that he should not write | ex-
claimed
Clara said nothing but looked her thanks
at her old uncle
However, Uncle Joseph, he'd ought to
have come back and taken his dismissal
quietly. have no patience with these poor
men blighting girls chance of getting
well settled in life in this way; however,
thank goodness, it's all over now, the four
years are gone this three months, and to-
morrow you will be the happy wife of a
man whose position will secure you every
comfort
sAnd one, mamma, whom nothing on
earth, but my solemn promise to my poor
dear father would make me call husband.
WELL my dear, it's fortunate for your flu
ture interests that you made that promise
I'm sure that Mr.. Tredgar, is a man after
my own heart. If hadn't other views for
my childrens sake l should have set nv
cap for him myself
I'm sure, madam, Mr.. Tredgar would
feel only too much honored if he knew your
sentiments; the candid avowal of them
is, think, highly calculated to add to
Claras happiness under the existing cir
cumstances.'
We'll, you know, Uncle Joseph, am can
did to fault
Decidedly, madam, most decidedly |
replied, a remark which caused Mrs Web
ster to read yellow covered novel for some
time in silence, though shortly afterwards
she dropped asleep.
Clara stole to my side of the carriage, and
leaned her head on my shoulder.
''Oh, uncle, | wish l were dead can it be
SO very wrong to die? am SO wretched, |
dread to morrow Oh! why will not God
pity me and take away my lifeT
My dear Clara, don't, there's good child;
oh ad fo fally in tI,iS .-.-,k
borne; have felt as you feel, and yet live,
and am not positively unhappy, only a
vague, shadowy regret for what might
have been stands like cloud between me
and any happiness that might be mine.
Yours are keen sufferings, but bear them
patiently and use will dull the pain
But, uncle, why did he not let me hear
from him, as mamma says?'
Because he was man of honor, the four
years were up only last April, and this is
but July; who can tell where he is? Whcr-
ever he is, he is faithful and true, know.
oh! uncle, God bless you for those words;
/ know it too but what can do? cannot
delay longer; my poor father dying words,
my solemn promise to marry this man, my
stepmothers prosecutions, what can do ?
Three months have fought, and now |
wish could lay down and die. Oh, uncle,
is there no escape? have such dread that
he will come back after am married, and
then-oh! it would be worse than his death
to see him. The temptation!-oh! why can
not die.
Poor child! poor child!' was all | could
utter.
Bound by VOW made at her fathers
death-bed, she was going the next day to
marry man who was old enough to be her
father, and who, but for the fact of his per-
sisting in his claim, spite of her openly ex
pressed dislike of him, was esteemed good
kind of man.
True, Clara was beautiful and accom-
plished, beyond the average of women o.
her class, and it would be struggle to any
man to give up such prize, backed as ht
was by the assurance of the stepmother thai
it was only girlish fancy, and that love
coming after marriage was more to be trust
ed and more lasting than if it came before
confess was but a poor counsellor under
such circumstances; still loved hei very
truly, she was almost as my own daughter
for i was a childish widower, and would
have given my life to save her. But it wa.
impossible, and to morrow would seal he
fate.
1t was not pleasant journey; Mrs. Web
ster slept, and read at intervals the Who'll,
time, and when she slept Clara nestled clos
up to me.
We arrived at York about six O'Clock. ant
lust as the train was slackening speed int
the station, guard jumped on to the foot
board, locked or unlocked the door, retain
ing his position there until the train stopped
Have you all your parcels, madam
All thank you, Uncle Joseph, except my
umbreIla-oh! that is under the seat sail
Mrs. Webster.
Now, guard, unlock the door,
Are you with that young lady5' point
ing to my niece.
Certainly, unlock the door,