The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-05-17

she appeared to- Was it possible the lette
had been written by another hand | OF
tanned one of her letters of my sister, 70
they often corresponded, and compared then
together. There was general resemblance
in the writing, but still the contrast Wa
sufficient to admit the mop, faint as it wa
that the letter had been forged. | sezeC
the first ray that broke through the dark
ness as the drowning man grasps the stray
which floats around his sinking body
determined no longer to trust interests up
on which my existence itself seemed sus
myself and receive my sentence from thos,
lips once thought had sealed our mutua
love forever.
The next morning took the western
coach and resolved before closed my eyes
i'll sleep to know what my destiny was to be
| walked from the hotel to her father.
house, and with emotions which only sucl
circumstances can inspire, pulled the bell =
| was now standing on that spot where, il
the enthusiasm of first love, but few
months before, | had held that beautitu
form in my arms. l heard no sound in The
hall and rang again-and listened witt
painful anxiety for the door to be opened
At last it opened inquired for Frances
The family had the day before gone to Bos
ton Fate was arrayed against me- On in
quiry, | learned that Frances had gone Oh
a long journey TO the west, and the house
keeper only knew that they designed tc
proceed to New York, then to Cincinnati -
After some inquiry ascertained her fathers
address in New York and travelled across
the country, by day and by night, until
reached the city. called at the house
where they had taken lodgings, and the an
swer was that they had that morning left,
but no one could tell where.
When threw myself down upon my bed
that night prayed that NIL ht die With
despair deeper and darker than | ever
thought could settle upon the human heart
in world where mercy flashes from every
sunbeam, | returned to my home What a
change had come over me in a few short
months
l resolved to struggle no longer against
my love, but resign myself to its power.
and let no star of hope shine on the cheer
less path which led to the grave The dream
made me disconsolate. | was determined
| TO indulge in it to the last. believed she
would never be mine, and fondlv fingered
around the ruins of the splendid castle,
which time had already destroyed. knew
that none of my relatives were aware of the
cause cfmy unhappiness; but they were
alarmed for my health and advised me to 60
to the south OF Europe for a time. | re-
joiced when the suggestion was made, for |
longed to be far, far away from anything
which could remind me of the wreck of my
hopes. Possibly might in the whirl and ex-
element of the world forget my unhappiness
| made preparations for the voyage The
evening before sailed | went to my sister s
room, ad revealed the history of my love-
She was deeply affected and hung upon my
neck and wept as none but sister can weep
upon brothers heart. Oh it is a glori
GUS refection is it not, that there is world
where no sign ofangush shall ever be heardl
where 10 star shall ever fall Mary pron,-
ised always to speak of Frances in her let
tiers.
The next evening the parting words had
been spoken, and the fresh breeze soon took
us away from the land where
81 had seen, the hopes that fed
My Y0uthiuI spirit, W thered, dead
And watched The mete0r-hashiDg ray,
That led me Oh. recede away,
ANA lei Tue IT engfh mat nerved my heart
To deed OF caring sink aud de
Fill he last string seemed rent aparl
Beneath my spirits agony"
wandered over Europe, and tried on the
classic shores of the Mediterranean. among
the tombs of old empires and their gray
monuments, to contemplate my history as
| contemplated the ruins of ancient Greece
| knew that could not forget Frances and
this | did not wish to do; | only wanted to
forget the dark and dreary disappointment,
and worship her memory, as it rose like
some classic form of antiquity. Time and
distance had now begun to mellow the rug
ged outline of those dark days.
But there Were moments when the past
with all its painful scenes, rushed back up
on my memory so visible, that they were no
longer clothed in that softened light which
at other times hailowed their remembrance,
they stood before me in the stern light of
reality.
| bad received letters from home in the
mean time, but they were written soon az
ter left America, and they communicated
no intelligence of Frances F.ir several
weeks an impression which could not get
rid of, had filled my mind with fear that
some dreadful evil had befallen her. For
my friends felt no solicitude; but the inn
age of that lovely girl an distress haun ted
my vision night and day.
went to Venice; and soon after. my ar
rival there, called on an American gentle
man to whom my letters were directed and
found small packet from America | broke
the seal with "a trembling hand, for dread
the result. Besides letters from my parents
found three from my sister. opened the
first which was written only three months
after my departure, and glanced through ii
to the postscript, in which was stated that
she had not seen Frances, but had alluded
to my affection in one of her letters, and that
the only reply she received, was "as yor
love me Mary, do not mention that snbiect
again-you will not know, willingly in
fiict misery upon me-"
| TOONCIuDEn NFyT