The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1866-05-17
TIFF BROKEN HEART.
A True story.

BY C. EDWARD LESTER.
One evening walking the deck of the shiE
in which crossed the Atlantic, fell int
conversation with a passenger whose de
meanor had created lively interest in my
mind. This interest was first excited by
an incident that occurred il
in the early part of our voyage. On the
evening of the day we sailed, as the faint
outline of home, which had for some time
hung trembling ON the vision, faded behind
the waters, saw him leaning over the stern
with his eye fixed steadily upon
the retreating shore. | also no
ticed, when he was aroused from his revery
by the giving way of rope. as he turned
and the moon fell full upon his face traces
of fresh tears. | felt sympathy with him
from that moment, and longed to win his
confidence and learn his history. was
persuaded there was in his heart fountain
of gentle feeling
We conversed as we walked the deck arm
in arm, until we approached the subject of
our own personal history. After | had in a
frank manner related SOME of the more sim
gular incidents Of my life, and expressed a
desire to listen to his history, he freely told
his story; and it was no less touching than
strange.
You are the only living being he COM
menced, 4 have seen in long years to " nom
would say what am now going to re-
veal, and after have told you my story,
you will be the only one noW on earth who
knows it.
Fifteen years ago was passing with my
fathers family, through one of the most
beautiful districts of Massachusetts, Just
ont tbGl will of
our horses took fright from kite which fell
suddenly in the road before them. They
ran with great violence, and threw us all
from the carriage. My sister was SO seri,
ously injured that we could not proceed on
our journey for several days. We all took
lodgings at a neat quiet hotel in the village,
expecting to be detained a considerable
time.
The day after the accident my sister re-
quested me to make inquiry for female
friend, whom she had known i'll Boston years
ago, whose parents lived in the village. She
said they had been very intimate and she
would be glad to meet her once more. Mary
was too i'll to write, and told me it would be
sufficient introduction to say that was
her brother. But said she playfully, ed
ward take care of your heart for she is love-
Iy girl
Mary had often spoken of her friend to
me WITH the deepest enthusiasm, and my
fancy had already invested her with all the
charms dreamed fone day filming in some
fair creature who would yet cross my path.
had just left the halls of Harvard College,
and my heart was as free as the breath of
that evening AS opened the gate, saw
very beautiful girl in the corner of the
door-yard training honey sucke over the
arbor chat led into the garden Her head
was uncovered, and the rich auburn hair
was falling in luxuriant curls over her
shoulders. She did not observe nae until
playful little dog came out from the arbor to
dispute my entrance. She called Blanche
back with sweet voice, and l approached
her. She was in the freshness and beauty
of youth; that fervid season when the young
female heart begins to develop its pure af-
fectioDs; when the first thrill of love either
has or will soon waken rapture from every
chord of the soul.
inquired if this was the residence of
Judge -. Yes, SIR she answered /;
do you wish to see my father p
Not if have the pleasure of addressing
his daughter
The rich blood mounted her cheek while
unfolded the object of my visit
You may have heard of the accident the
travellers met with in entering the village
last evening. 1t was my fathers carriage,
and the lady who was injured was your old
friend Mary, of Boston,
oh is it possible! How much is she
hurt? | wish could see her.
This was said with deep earnestness, and
certainly as she came nearer to me while
related the circumstances of the misfortune;
she appeared more lovely than any being
had ever seen.
My sister requested me to call with her
love for yourself, and request that you
would visit her, if possible, this evening"
i shall be glad to go,sir-stlall find hei
at the house of the large elm p
i will show you if you will give me tht
pleasure of your society.
Thank you, sir, if you will wait few
moments.
The blood, which had left her face pale al
marble at the intelligence communicated
in regard to my sister. spread its rich fresh
ness over her cheeks again as she led the way
into the house, and left me to prepare TO
the walk. A group of family pictures hung
around the room into which | was ushered
and there was one there which | knew at
glance was hers. | stood before it in wrap
enthusiasm, almost unconscious where
was, until heard aSslight noise in the hall
l turned and saw her standing at the door
She had seen me gazing on her pict lure, AM
we both felt a painful embarrassment as W,
left the house Neither of US spoke wor d
cannot describe my own feelings, excep
by saying, that to me the past was annihi
lated, and was now different being -
Emotions, to which | had before been
stranger gushed up unbidden. felt cor
scious that, from that hour, my destiny wa
connected, in some manner, with the augt
at my side.
When we reached our lodgings shove
her to my sisters room and saw them sin
into each others arms. went to my chan
Der to weep and yet could not tell why.
had entered that room changed. The hope
and joys of existence, which had been s
dear to me but one short hour before, wei
nothing now but withered leaves Th
current of my life seemed to stand still, III
certain which way to flow. In a momer
every gem Of heaven / had loved to gaz