The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-03-04

"Yes- by the evening train He came
home, packed up his things and drove
away as if there was not moment to lose.
I am very sorry; we shall miss him SO
much"
Blanche went slowly up stairs and sat
down by her window, looking out at the
purple glow of the evening landscape as
if it were featureless blank. So, he was
gone away, and by her owr folly, she bad
lost the priceless treasure of Gilbert Ev-
erIng love.
Il cannot write to him for | do not
know his address" she said, with ciasped
hands and fearful eyes We'll, its my
own fault, and must abide by the conse-
puences as best | may"
Blanche Penroy went from the gay sum-
mer Longing place a sadder and wiser
woman; and the November mlsts droop-
ing over the b lex and mortar wilderness
of her New York Home, had never seem
ed half so dreary to her before as they
seemed now.
al shall be an old maid" thought
Blanche as she walked up and down the
freight darkness of her quiet drawing
room, with her dinpled hands clasped be-
hind her waist.
II never cared for any one as I cared
for Gilbert; ami dare say shall keep
cat, and grow fond of green tea and scan
PAL and the sewing circles All, we'll a
day this kind of life cannot last forever"
She rang the bell with very impatient
jerk III he9aa.etFo}~u3o ~ed3
"Are there any letters, Sanderson ?" u
One, ma'am; it came by the evening
post only few moments ago" c,a-~ae
Blanche sat down by the fire, opened
the letter, and commenced to read
"Black edged and black scaled So,
poor Mrs Marchmont has gone at last"
1t was from the executors of Miss Pen
roy's distant cousin, formally and briefly
announcing her death, which had taken
place in one Of the West India Islands
some mouths since, but the melancholy
news Of which fact, as the letter ran
had been only Just received 1t was not
entirely unexpected, as Mrs Marchmont
had for many year been slowly falling out
of world, a victim of hereditary consump-
ton. ~,
Leaving one child--a son, slowly re-
peated Blanche, leaning her cheek on her
hand, and looking down into the fiery
CULVER of the white, hot Goals. poor lit
tie fellow" he must feel nearly as DESC
late and alone as | do, only I have one
advantage" az
Il have suficiency of this worlds
goods, and this orphaned child, must be
thrown penniless and alone on his own re
sources, for il / remember Alright, Mrs
Marchmont forfeited all the wealth of her
first marriage by her second alliance with
that poverty stricken lawyer, whose
death plunged her into such bitter mourn
ing. That was a genuine love match, yet
how much grief and trouble it, brought
with it, leaving one child, a SON! Why
should not adopt the stray waif and
make it business of life to cherish and
comfort him? have no object in exis-
itence; here is one that Providence seems
to have pointed ut to me"
Once more she rang the bell, with
fresh color in her cheeks, and new light
in her eyes -
Bring me my writing desk immediate
ly, Sanderson, and get ready to take a let
ter to the post office"
The old servant obeyed, wondering at
his mistress unwonted energy, and yet,
well pleased to see some of her old ami
nation returning.
It was very simple and unconscious
letter that Blanche Penroy wrote to her
far away Cousins executors from the full
ness OF her heart
II shall never marry now," she wrote,
and it seems to become my plainlv-indi-
Gated duty to undertake the care of the
orphan child of my cousin, Mrs March
mont. With your approval, therefore, ]
intend to adopt him, and endeavor as far
as in my power, to supply the place of his
lost mother. You may at first deem me
too young to undertake SO grave and seri-
Gus responsibility; but was nineteen
last month, and am very very much old
er in thought and feeling than in years.
Of course, at my death, the child will in
herit the property which was left me by
my dear deceased parent"
~ hope my cousins executors are like
the rice, white headed old lawyers one
reads about in novels" said Blanche as
she folded the little perfumed sheet OF
pink paper, land not cross old fogies
talking of expediency and appropriate
ness, for [ do so want somebody to love
and care for, and somehow I've sort of
premonition that this little fellow will
be nice and rosy and loveable / think
I'll teach him to call me Aunty."
Just week subsequently prim legal
note was received from Messrs. Alias &
Corpus, the deceased lady's executors,
stating that they saw no valid objections
to Miss Penroys very laudible object, and
that in accordance thereto, the child
OF the late Mrs. Marchmont would
arrive at Miss Penroy's residence
on the following Saturday"
''Saturday-and this is Friday" said
Blanche, with new light dancing in her
hazel eyes. "Oh how glad I shall bel
fSanderson, tell Mrs Brown to have the
blue room fitted up Immediately for Mas