The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-05-24
VOLUME 26. |

for months unsuccessfully, he left the vii
lage and has not been heard of since
1T was late that night before our heads
touched the pillows, and such night
anxiousIy hope may never see again. II
was night shall long remember. | have
remained with Frances till now, and shall
continue with her until you return-and
1 on brother, need not tell you to fly tc
| America Frances is now calm, and hope
has begun to shed its beams upon her soul,
| But still fear she cannot recover fully
from the shock. She is more cheerful and
has recovered some of her elasticity and
bloom. She lives in expectation Of seeing
you once more. Oh! then fly, my dear
brother, and may God send you quickly to
your broken hearted Frances You will
find in this packet, a letter from her..
| seized tho remaining letter which |
had supposed was from my sister. and found
that it was only superscribed by her; it
was from Frances. twas brief but it told
more than tongue or words can tell.
Obi Edward this is a crushing blow
| fprayers could avail should to night be
in your arms.
Months of agony and gloom had passed
away and | was preparing to die. But oh!
God let me live long enough to behold his
face once more! Why have we been called
to suffer all this. 1t is all dark. But let
us submit to it. And oh can we hope p
Yes, Edward we will yet meet again and
then one hour will atone for it all. But
should it prove we have already seen each
other for the last time, when you lie down
to die, console yourself with the thought,
that Frances loved you better than the
whole world to the last. But | will not
die till you come Oh! then haste, dear,
dear Edward. to your own Frances.
P S. Mary has told you all in her let
ters.' "a
If when had finished reading these let
tiers had been told that for thousand
years was to endure the fearful tortures of
the inquistlon, | should not have felt as
felt then Burning revenge toward the
fiend who had broken into the bower of our
early love only to destroy-a wild desire to
ann ihilate the breadth Of the Atlantic in an
hour--the awful fear that she would die be,
fore | reached her, all burst in one tremen,
dous wave upon me. But it was not time
now for thought bat for execution. In
one hour was on my way 10 Paris.
sailed from Havre the day reached it. and
in six weeks from the time I received those
letters was in the hall ofmy fathers house
My sister sprang into my arms and tainted
Il placed her upon the sofa and knelt by
her to catch if poss ible the first sound that
came from her lips. She spoke aud sealed
my despair-"She'S deGd!' ...a.e..... s. .
What passed in my bosom during the
next few days, words can never tell.
* n * x y
When the first wild blast had passed
away, / went to that beautiful village to
see the deserted home of my lost Frances
and visit her grave. 1t was calm and
bland evening in early autumn, and soft
melancholy was spread over the landscape
Every thing around harmopized with my
own feelings.
) | passed into the old church yard and
found my way to her grave, She was
sleeping under the solemn shade of a lofty
sycamore and the evening wind was Sigh
ing her requiem through its branches, and
now and then scattering al aged leaf upon
her tomb. A chaste column marked the
spot of her repose. 1t bore the simple in
scription: ....-....