The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-01-25
VOLUME 26.l

hook in the ceiling. He did not bring his
ewes down even when entered, and stood
thunderstruck upon the doorsil; but he
rounded up his large mouth, as if he were
going to whistle
Good morning. sir said as soon as |
recovered myself; for my father said we
must regard these men only as the human
instruments permitted to bring aifiiction to
us; will you please tell me your name?
4 The stranger fixed his eyes steadily upon
me. After which he smiled a little to him
self.
John Robbins is my name, he said, and
England is my nation; Woodbury. is my
dwelling place, and Christ is my salvation
He spoke in a sing song tone aud his
eyes went up again to the bag Of MAJ oram,
twinkling at it with great satisfaction; and
| pondered over his reply, until it became
quite a comfort to me.
L am very glad TO hear it, said |, at last,
because we are religious people, and was
afraid you might be different
| Oh, I'll be no kind of nuisance, Miss he
answered: you make yourself comfortable
and only bid Maria here, to draw ire my
beer regular;and Ii not nU!t your feelings
Thank you, | said. Jaue, you hear what
MIR Robbins says. Bring some sheets down
to air, and make up the bed in the Brothers
chamber You'll find bible and hymn
book on the table there, MIR. Robbins |
was leaving the kitchen when tie sing uIl
man struck his cliuched fist upon tie Iress-
! err with noise that startled me greatly
| Miss he said, don | put Yourself about;
and if any body else should ever pul you
out, about anything, re'nemher john Rob
bius Of Woodbury. I'm your man for any
thing whether IA NY line on out Of my
| line; am by
| he was about to add som; ting more but
he paused suddenly, and lis face grew "a lit
tie more red as he looked up again to the
| ceiling. So | left tt- Kitchen
| | have since been iIelpiug my father with
| bis books, being very thankful that | was
| always quick at sutns
| p. s i dreamed the settlement was in
vaded 10y an army Of men, led by John Rob
| bins, who insisted on becoming our pastor.
! Nov. 10 i have been journey Of fifty
miles; one half OF it By the stage coach /
learned for the first time that my mothers
brother worldly rich man, dweiIs fifteen
miles beyond Woodbury.. He does not be
long to our people, and he was greatly dis
appears that Susannah and Priscilla were
not my mothers own daughters My father
had little forIorn hope that our worldly
kinsman might be inclined to help lis in our
great extremity; sol went forth with bis
blessings and prayers upon. my errand =
Brother More who came over to see Prisci-
la yesterday, met me at Woodbury. Station
and saw me safely Cd the coach for my
uncle's village. lie is much older than |
fancied: aud his face is large, and coarse
and flabby looking. | am surprised that
Priscilla should betroth herself to him
However, he was very kind to me, and
watched the coach out of the inn yard; but
almost before he was out of my sight he
was out of my mind, and was considering
what should say to my uncle
My upcies house stands quite alone 10
the midst Of meadows and groves Of trees, all
of which are leafess now, and waved to and
fro in the damp and heavy air, like funeral
pIumes. [ trelnbled greatly as lifted the
brass knocker, which had grinning face
upon it;and let it fall with one loud single
rap, which set all the dogs barking and the
rocks cawing in the tops of the trees. The
servant conducted me across a low. rooted
hall to parlor beyond; low-roofed also, but
large and handsome, with warm glow of
crimson, which was pleasant to my eyes af
ter the gray gloom Of the Novem Der day.
1t was already afternoon, and tall, fine 4
looking old man was lying comfortably
upon sofa fast asleep; while upon the other
side of the hearth sat dwarfed old lady
who lifted her foreinger with gesture of
silence, aud beconed me to take seat near
the fire / obeyed, and presently fell into
meditation.
At length mans voice broke the silence
asking in drowsy tone :
what young lass is this p
L am Eunice Fielding, | replied, rising
with reverence to the aged man my uncle
and he gazec upon me with his keen gray
eyes uutiI was abashed, and a tear or two
rolled down my cheeks ia spite of myself
for my heart was very heavy.
BY Jove !! he exclaimed, as like Sophy
as two peas out of one poo! and he laughed
short laugh, which, i'll my ears, lacked
merriment. Come here, Eunice, he added
aud kiss me
Whereupon | walked gravely across the
| open space between us, ana bent my face to
his ; but he would have me to SIT upon his
knee, and |, WHO had at no time been used
to be tondled thus even 10y my father, sa,
there uncomforttby.
| Well, my pretty one, said my uncle
what is your erraud aud request to me
| Upon my soul. feel ready to promise thee
anything
| As he spoke, bethought me of King
| Herod, aud the sinful dancing girl. aud my
heart sunk within me but at last | took
courage, as did Esther the queen, and |
made known my urgent business to him,
telling him. even with tears, that my faith.
er was threatened with prison, if he could
find no one TO befriend him.
! 'Eunice, said my uncle, after very long
silence, 1 will make bargain with you
and your father
He stole away my favorite sister from me
and | never saw hen face again I've no
children and I'm rich man If your faith.
er will give you up to me, keeping no claim
upon you-even to never seeing your face
again, if | so will it-then will pay all
his debts, and adopt you as my own daught-
err
Before he could finish all these words,
sprung away from him, feeling more an
gered than had ever done in my life
1T could never be- | cried MY father
could never give me up and | will never
leave him
BE in no hurry to decide Eunice, he said !;
your father has two other daughters. will
give you an hour TO reflect
Upon that he and his wife left me alone
in the pleasant room. My mind was firm
ly made up from the beginning. But as
sat before the glowing fire, it seemed as il
all the bleak cold days of coming Winter
trooped up and gathered round me, chilling
the warm atmosphere of the room, aud
touching me with icy fingers, until tren,
bled like a coward, So opened my little
lot book, which our pastor had given uuto
me, and looked anxiously at the many
slips Of paper it contained Many times |
had drawn a lot from it, and found but
vague counsel and comfort But | now
drew therefrom again, and the words upon
the lot were, BE OF good courage = Then l