The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-11-08
Number Thirty-Nine.
From the Galaxy.


more shan score of years ago. was Jus
beginning to change the shadowy blacknes
of house and tree into gray outlines of eve
more weird and ghostly shape, as the doc
of house in Prith street, New York, wa
softly opened from within, and woman
glided forth like spirit, and swiftly passin.
out was almost in an Instant lost to sight
If any lonely watcher at any window ha
seen her form, his recollection of it woul,
have faded away as dream fades befor,
the light of cloudless sunrise. aert
Slowly the gray sky melted into palel
gray slowly the gray sky softened int
pearly tints that in the far off horizon were
tinged with gold slowly the golden hall
stole all over the armament, vanished int
unfathomabIe blue; and the great rounc
sun, rising, flashed his beams from roof anC
steeple, then on inland stream and gay
flowers, and it was day. The great city
awoke The oot-fall in the street ceased
to echo. the distant tap of the patrol wss
heard no more The rattle of cart and rail
car began to shake the air again, and the
thousand sounds of city life rose up. Win
dows and doors began to TEEN with life and
everywhere there was the going forth of
humanity to its pleasures and toll.
Of all the busy thoroughfares in New
York Prith street was one Of the most Eu-
sy, and the houses in it were generally pref
ty full of people. To this rule No 80 was
an exception. 1t was small two story
building Of brick, and had about it an old
fashioned quiet look which distinguished it
in singular manner from it's neighbors.
The blinds, the curtains, and the whole as
pect of the place, while not seeming i'll the
least neglected, were indescribably forlorn.
While the dwellings each side and facing it
were cheerful with voices and home sounds,
No. 80 was always silent. Of an evening
white hand might have been seen to move
a window, or fitting figure pass across,
throwing its shadow npon a blind but
these not often. And all the people round
about knew, though scarcely any had seen
them, that an old French lady and her
daughter lived there alone None knew
their history, but only that they had lived
this dozen years or more alone
Why should closed door look different
at different times | am sure
can't tell, but somehow |, who lived OPP
posite to No. 80, found myself looking at
Madame Herberts closed door with feeling
which | could not define, but which affec-
ted me strangely. 1t was often not opened
for days together, why should it have been
SO now knew the habits of the little fam
ily enough to be aware that neither of the
two women would be likely to appear, but
that they were invisible to-day seemed
something new and strange. | remarked
this to my wife, who only laughed at me
and said that my lawyers habits made me
consider things that were neither singular
or suspicious just as if they made up points
in case. Of course, | could only laugh,
also, and soon was snug in my office, down
town. in company with my law books and
papers. Nor was it until was home again
after hard days work that the subject of
Madame Herbert's door REQUIRED to me- 'tAIl
quiet opposite, of course" said l. as l sat
down to dinner. Perfectly" said, my
wife, ''not a soul has been seen that know
Of" ''Oh yes ;" said one of the children
''there has been no one there, but don't you
remember, mama, saying that you heard a
dog howl several times ?'' 'And so did, -
said She but 1 had forgotten it-at all
events the soup is growing cold, Charles.
So the subject was dismissed again.
1t was my habit in those days to read
late at night, and l often sat up alone till
after midnight. On this particular evening
did SO. At about eleven o'clock finished
my cigar and set to work. and was soon
completely absorbed. But in an hour or so
became annoyed by restless desire to es.
cape from some sound, of what kind hard
ly distinguished, and which at first !
thought mustbe the wind whistling through
some cre9ice or key hole AS the night
advanced the house seemed to become lone
ly. The curious I'd became more dis
tinct, and evidently came from outside.
threw up the window to listen, and then
found that that dismalest of all sounds, the
wall of a dog, proceeded from the CLOSED
and dark No, 80 "a smothered wall as
though the animal was shut into some room.
With al impatient exclamation | again re.
sumed my reading. But felt worried
Why should people keep bowling dogs to be
nuisance to their neighbors 1t really
seemed rs if should never get through the
brief in Box UersHs Cox, case of disputed
jointenancy. Then luminous idea passed
across my brain. | would smoke half q
cigar on the stoop; and thus freshen myself
up. Two minutes later was standing by
my open front door, all the better for tn,
cool night air Still the dog howIed and il
more dismal manner than ever | began
to form theories as to the cause, and bv the
time lad traced the souni of the police
mans heavy tread from half a dozen block
off till he reached me, | mad made up m,
mind to say word or two on the matter
''Oh,its you Peters, said !, as | recognize
the officer a sergeant, whom knew yer
well. Anything new p
Nothing in our line,'' he replied, '.Yo
are working late, as usual, sir ?"
Yes" | said. but am horribly dis
turbed by dog that seems shut in over tn
way" t IN
DOG seems in trouble, don't he ~ sal
Peters.
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