The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-04-04
BY HATTIE HAWTHORN.


room, as she arranged the books in the Ii
rary.
Enough to supply the heather now pres
emit, hope, for see You have forgotten to-
night is Christmas Eve !" exclaimed young
man, who entered noiselessly, and caressed
the maiden in a most lover-like manner
''Why, Willie, you awful bear How came
you here 1 supposed you were miles away"
"The attraction of the place accounts for
my being here, Mile. Did you think would
stay away if it was possible to to be with you,
darling, ON Christmas Eve %
''No, Willie; but I did not expect you, and
now suppose you wish me to fulfill my en-
gagement and go to St. Peters tonight 81
''Certainly, and we will have to be exped-
tious, for it is now past six o'clock"
"Haste makes waste; as Poor Richard saws y
playfully retorted Mile, and vanished like a
sprlte through the open door.
Amelia, or Mile, as she was usually called,
was the only daughter of Mr. Marvin, an
Episcopal clergyman, who, on account of i'll
health, had retired from the Ministry, and de-
voted his time to the education of his two
| children-our heroine, lovely girl of seven
teen summers, and Morris, a bright boy aged
| fourteen.
| Mrs. Marvin was a practical christian, and
endeavored in unison with her husband. to
educate their children in the fear of the Lord
and though like Agur, she daily thanked the
Oliver of all good, that she was doubly
rich in this worlds goods, and in the love and
J obedience of her children.
William Maybury, Miles afiianced hus-
band, was when an infant, left an orphan His
parents, who spent brief period of uninter-
rupted happiness together, died within the
same year, and left this child to the tender
mercies of kindred. He was taken by his
! Uncle, who was appointed his guardian, and
cared for; though from what motive was APP
parent in after years. When he arrived at
mans estate, and took the guidance of his
affairs into his own hands, he discovered
/ that the immense fortune to which he was
heir, had dwindled to fifty thousand. Though
highly exasperated, the world never became
enlightened to his wrongs, through the medi-
UNI OF himself; but his generous soul pitied
and forgave the unjust, though now penitent
guardian.
! But William Maybury was not the one to
mourn long, over what was irrctrievaOly lost.
Possessing uncommon talents and energy, he
! had but to exert himself, and wealth was the
recompense.
| At the time our story opens, he was prom
Using physician of twenty-three years expert
ence-not in medicine, but in the joys and
sorrows of life; though as yet its sorrows had
revealed themselves dimly. He knew he pos
sessed little Mile in prospective; and knew
also her love for him was strong and pure =
and was it strange he snapped his fingers at
| trouble, and said, ''away with you, 1 know
you not.'
Crescent Cottage, the home of the Marvin
family was situated just out of a quiet village,
in the central part of the State of New York
The name Crescent" was bestowed on it by
its former proprietor, from the circumstance
Of three poplar trees standing about two hun
dred feet from, and directly in front of the
cottage, in the form of a crescent. The car
riage gate, wide enough to admit two
vehicles at once, was built crescent shape; ard
stood in the embrace of the three sentinel like
trees. From the gate branchrd off two roads
leading up to the house, where they met form
ing nearly circular plat of ground before the
dwelling, which was interspersed with shrub
berry, and few choice trees On either side
of the main entrance to the house, were bal
sam frs just of a height, and so near alike in
form and symmetry that a difference was not
psrceiveabe The house, itself, was nothing
remarkable in plan or architecture, but its
white dress, fresh looking green window shut
tiers, and the curling smoE- from its chimneys
lent it a genial look in winter and the clean
grass, the shrubhery and flowers around, with
glimpse here and there of noble forest trees
in the rear, gave it a most picturesque appear
ance in summer; but enough. Here comes
Milly arrayed, not in gorgeous apparel, but in
a style in keeping with her bright face and
fairy figure. The June sky is not brighter and
bluer than her smiling eyes, as she gives her
little hand cased in blue kid, to William, to
assist her into the sleigh
Williams manly heart beat wildly with.hope
and JOY rs he received the tiny hand which
was so trustingly placed in his, and which
on the anniversary ofthis eve was to be wholly
his forever.
seemed to vie with each other in brilliancy
but William saw no stars but Miles ewes.
and the merry sleigh bells were but discordant
sounds, to the sprightly intonations her
voice.
But behold When he awoke from his bliss
Iul dream, and recovered the use of his fac
ulties, he perceived he had passed the church,
and was half mile beyond. He turned his
horses about while Mile with merry laugh
remarked, Il thought it time for service to
commence when we left home. Was | mis-
taken
mo !! / acknowledge l am not in the pos
session of my senses tonight, and you are re- |
sponsible for it; you have played the mischief
with me, and am going to be reyenged.'
How, pray ?"
GIVE me one of those little morsels that
hang on your ruby lips"
"Pshaw What nonsense. I will not,''
laughed Mile.
Very well, my revenge is 10 have one, III |
have to take it," said William, suiting the ac |
ton to the word
William, was not what is generally called |
religious-a church member-but he possess |
ed devotional feeling toward, and a reverence
for the Supreme Being, that many protested |
~ religious would do well to emulate. His |
heart throbhed quick and his moist ewes
Spake palmer than words, his sincere thank |
lulness for all the blessings that crowned his
life, as he listened, and responded silently
a men, to the chanting OF the psalm
= is good thing to give thanks unto the
Lord. and TO sing praises unto thy name o
Most Highest.
TO tell of thy loving kindness early in the
and Of thy truth in the night season.
Upon an instrument Of ten strings, and
upon the lutte; upon loud instrument, and
upon the harp.
For Thou, Lord, hast made me glad
through thy works; and will rejoice in Civ
ing praise for the operations of thy hands"
Services over, they returned home, and IN
der The shadow of the old fir trees which had