The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-08-09
KENOSHA, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, AUGUST 9, 1866


tyrdom, or coquetry run mad, or epithets
equally fantastical,' said she, pressing her
hand to her bosom.
| Stay, there is yet hope The injury
thou hast Inflicted is not irreparable," cried
he, rushing to arouse the household, when
she beckoned him back
Il pray your Majesty be calm, said she;
''the worst is past.
| 20 heavens, how heartlessl we seem to
be the cause of all this wreck. o Ellen,
canst thou forgive thy destroyer? p
s'Indeed l can; far better be thus than
be furnished thing cast away, for maids
to oath and men to scorn me. Now tie
worst they can say of me is, that spoiled
myself of questionable good to escape an
evil
Sand what will they say of me, Ellen %
THAT the good King Frances once upon
time, meeting poor, plain girl in an OBJ
seure town, was so blinded with strange
love, that she saw no way to restore him to
sight than to lose her own"
Gracious and all mysterious God - ex-
claimed ne, appalled,, thou dost not say
thou art blind p
sin sooth such is thy fear. Give me
your hand, and I'll determine whether there
is water in the well-spring of the brain"
said she, with touching tenderness and she
shed tear, which he kissed away as she
endeavored to examine his palm.
"Ellen, Ellen, say thou canst see, and
make me happy!" exclaimed the agonized
monarch, falling on his knees, and resting
his head heavily against her breast.
"All's dark, my Liege."
CAN, Ellen?"
Eyes, my Liege'
so say not so! Say that there's yet a
little light"
"And so there is, Lord Francis little
| light that misled me into"
Love, Ellen ?'
IT'S so, Lord Frances"
JFor whom, Ellen? Thou tremblest. |
know all"
''Then if you do why do you ask? why
do you ask, Lord Francis p
''Ellen, thou lowest him who would have
been thy base undoer"
'''Tis so, my Lord "
80, torture worst of all; and Ellen's
blind!" and her tears fell plenteously on his
upturned face, while he continued to ejacu-
late, ''And she is blind o, who will love
her. now, when she is blind ~
"Won't you, my sweet Lord Francis,
love me as though was a dear sister long
since dead ?"
Dearest sister, | WILL" said he, kissing
her hands fervently. ''Sister Ellen, will /;
and never till now knew Francis love 80
pure, SO lasting"
''Eh yon keen crucible hath burned
away all drowsiness, said she, moving her
hand over the chatting dish. cts with
life as with this short episode of an hour
Nothing in the way of virtue was ever ac-
complished without pain. To horse, Lord
Francis, and whenever you pray, remember
Ellen Ingleverre."
Sand must we part thus, more dearly
loved and doubly fair %
Eyes, and rejoice that no guilty blush
crimson my cheek, nor criminal throb up
braid my heart for beating" replied she, as
the hawk uttered such series Of piercing
screams that first her attendant, and then
others, and finally retainers and revelers
rushed into or surrounded the room, where
they discovered the sovereign surnamed
''The Restorer of Learning and the Great y
deprived of forethought and frnness of
mind.
The most skilful teaches the town or
court could afford were summoned but
their aid was only Of partial avail Facial
beauty had forever babe farewell to her
whose self control was worthy the best days
of chivalry. Eye brightness had not, how
ever, departed; and in the gray mists of the
morn she saw her royal lover depart never
more to return.
In after life he was wont to say that
throughout his glorious career of war and
peace he had met only two human beings
eminently great-one the famous Bayard,
the poor captain of a few lances, the cheva-
lier sans reproach, from whose sword King
Francis sought and received knighthood, as
earth's greatest honor, and the other the
humble and lovely Ellen, who had taught
him that love without purity is dishonor,
and charms without virtue is shame.