The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-02-25
Love in the Clouds.
BY HENRY RAYNoR.

bi Fifty-four years ago / took run
through France, because had plenty of
money and nothing to do. got through
the northern departments pretty fast, but /
made rather lengthy stay in Auvergne,
among the hills-in fact, stayed there all
of one summer. EtE
% 1 arrived there in the early days Of
spring, when the wild blooms Of the com
mons were fresh and new, and the leaves
of the grape were silky and green The
country was SO wildly beautiful, and the
air so life-giving, that I could not help de-
Gliding that could tarry for . few days.
A mighty fine place that Auvergne for O.
fellow of twenty one; for, truly, the skies
are fair and the maids are fond. doubt
if there is spot of equal size, unless it
be Clrcassia, where the same amount Of
female lovliness may be found that is to
say, unless it has changed amazingly since
/ was there. hl5iiel 2h' - ~.
Well, not to be tedious, csme, saw,
and was conquered by q little maid WHOM
shall call for convenience Marie s1r-
name of no consequence She was the
daughter of count, and beautiful as ths
creation of dream. SO beautiful was she
that / loved her with oil the sosl had,
and my attachment grew stronger and
stronger daily. boated upon the water
with her, and rode upon the hills. ] was
like her shadowAlike her second self;
only we were OF. different sexes Soon I
discovered that there was some secret sor-
row preying upon her-some blight of the
mind that deadened all her pleasures; and
Ibegan to think that my suit was vain.
This idea almost took away my wits; but
to know the best or worst. I resolved to
bring matters to crisis by Offering my
self to her, body and soul. This l did;
ind met with what feared-a refusal.
81 respect you" said she in Q Freach
phrase; shut, oh, heavens! L can love you
never shall never love man agar"
"Again!" said I, wildly "And have
you loved anotherg'" 1'lA''@ +,
"Ah!" she replied; chow we'll! I have
loved as woman never loved before-as
woman shall never love again." 39dr.Is5 S
Then felt as if was fast becoming o
sort of second fiddle hero in q French re-
nance; and it mattered little to me when,
where, or how she was loved; yet, to car
ry out the matter to its logical sequence,
enquired as to the particulars. m S
"Must /, alas must ~ cried Marie,
wringing her hands -"must I once more
tell that tsle1ot horror? Oh, Monsieur
Rsynor, j cannot, cannot; indeed, I can
not relate it now. Come to me tomorrow
whenlthe sun goes down. am calmer
then; and / will once more for the second
and last time, tell to mortal ears story
that freezes my blood by the thoughts of
p it. Adicu; Monsieur Raynor, till then y
Invent home, with my mind in the oon-
dition of vessel that is being driven
about by the angry gale. My hopes were
a hopeless wreck; and, feeling that had
nothing now to attach me to existence,
prayed--yes, I prayed for death. Can
it be, asked of myself, that, Marie-she
whose angelic smile and gentle voice has
won me to prize my life as doubly pre-
cious-can never be mine Oh, perish
the thought! She wishes me to Ensemble
for the time only to prove my affection.
Her sweet eyes can never-haYs never
smiled for another as they have smiled for
me. Her voice cannot have given its en-
trancing tones to another's ears. She does
but jest with me for true purpose.
feel it to be SO. will go to her to-mor-
row eve, and have it from her own lips. &
The day came upon the earth the next
morning with all. the rich and varied glo-
ries that dawn ever brings to, France
The landscape WAS gorgeous with the
commingled tints of the early sunbeams
and the emerald of vegetation, and the
groves were vocal with the carol Of the
birds; but there was no JOY in it, after all
for me- The sun assembled to the feryid
meridian, and slowly-oh. so SLOWLY
passed over westward in all its golden
splendor; declined finally, and sank below
the horizon, like great fiery ball. The
day seemed to last for hundred years.
Just at the setting of the sun, / leaped
over the wall of the fence belonging tr
Marie's father She was there, faithful as
ever to her promise. pS4 -.
ooh, Marie" cried wildly, aspeal,
quickly, and say you did but triie Will
my feelings yesterday. Say that I may
yet hope that you will one day be mine
~Alas!9 she replied, Monsieur Ray
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