The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-05-24
THF BROKEN HEART.

BY c. EDWARD LESTER.
CONCLUDED.

l broke the seal of the second, which
bore date few weeks later The first par
agraph ran thus:
Dear Edward, at the request of Frances
few days ago, l came to visit her, and l
have been unwilling to leave her and return
home. 1t IS with strange feelings | write
to you now.
| know not whether this letter will thrill
your heart with joy, or turn your brain to
madness. Dear brother would give the
world if you had never gone to, Europe. |
will not deceive you 1t is my duty to tell
you much of your strange fortune that you
do not know.
Since you left this quiet village, where
we passed those days which were to you as
bright as heaven, until few days ago,
Frances has been declining in health, and
suffering the deepest gloom!s You would
hardly recognize in her faded countenance
and slender form the same bright, joyous
being YOU once saw her. The night after
my arrival we slept together, when / en-
tered our lodging found her sitting by the
window alone. weeping - sat down by
her and took her hand and said kindly,
Frances, let me know your grievances +;
perhaps | can make you happy.
oh no, Mary she answered, you can
never heal my heart, it is broken and |
shall go down to the grave in the morning
of life, and no one will know why died.
oh! Frances don't say 3d. replied, Il
think | know already the cause of all your
misery. Is it not my brother? p she fell
upon my bosom and said
oh yes-but pray do not breathe it to the
world Let me know that / have your
sympathy, and l will die
Oh Frances, why will you say so; Ed
ward loves you better than his own SOUL
Mary, you arc deceived-it's a dream
have INDUCED too long, and have awoke
from it to die
Dear Frances l answered let me con-
vince you for j know it is true
Can it be-oh! can it be, Mary?' she
said, as the fountain of her tears opened
again, and a faint smile played around her
face. No! nor
But hear me love. You never saw Ed
ward after you parted, the evening before
we left here last summer, but you received
his letters?
Received his letters. Oh! no he never
wrote to me-
Never wrote to you? Oh! what can
this mean ? The night before Edward sail
ed to Europe, he came to my room and re-
lated the whole history of his love- From
the first evening he saw you till that mo-
ment he loved you deeply, tenderly and
passionately. Soon after you parted he
wrote to you and told you ALL and sent that
letter by the hand of Mir, who prom
Used to deliver it to you Immediately
oh Godv she exclaimed, i see it all
and that cruel man has sacrificed me to his
revenge, because l could not love him
and she fell senseless into my arms. In q
few moments she recovered, but she wal
almost frantic with grief. But tell it all tt
me now, Mary-let me know the worst.
continued thus:
Edward waited long time for an an
swer and received none; bat he wrote tt
you again and sent it by post. In a shor
time he received your reply.
oh, Heavens no? / never wrote tt
him, and that letter was forged
That letter saw dear girl, and it seem
ed like your writing but could not be
lieve that it spoke your real sentiments. |
told him to hope no longer, for you neve
could love him. Edward was overcom
with grief and his heart seemed broken
But he compared that letter with one o
your own WTltleu 10 lie, anu Tue CODIraS
was sufficient to leave room for hope. FL
Immediately came here to see you and an
fortunately you had the day before gone t
Boston. He crossed the country to Ney
York and called at your lodgings. Yo
had Just left, and no one could tell where
He returned to Boston and sailed for Eu
rope to forget if possible, in distant lane
that he ever loved you
Oh! Mary, Mary, why did you not tie
me all this before? Dear Edward, how
do wish could see you, and then woul
be willing to die sltt -L-~
Edward, l never saw such grief as her
when she had heard my story She EN-
braced me with the kindest love, and wer
in wild paroxysm Of grief. Edward
pity you, but you may be able to bear u
under this. But poor Frances, her heart
broken. FsE .t5s
Where is the vile wretch l asked wi
has practiced this wanton deception? p
cannot tell you; after importuning n