The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-02-11
A Might in a Storm.

spread breakfast table. The younger ha6
Just pushed back from the table with al
impatient movement.
"No," he said abruptly, 81 cannot eat
I cannot drink If I believed in presen
6ments I should say felt warning Of
something disagreeable if not horrible
"Well, then, my dear nephew" said the
elder, "as you do not believe in such
things, why not make yourself comfort
able and enjoy your breakfast? Youwere
not to start until tomorrow, any how, you
know"
The Young man rose from his seat and
walked to the window, throwing it open
and looking out into the frosty, brilliant
sunshine. The air was irtesely cold, red
dened his cheeks instantly. He drew in
his head saying
81 shall start this morning There's GO
Ing to be storm, and [ must go. Will
you accompany me to the station? The
train starts in an hour"
The uncle shivered and drew his dres-
sing gown closer
"No," he said, 'I'll not leave the house
till I'm obliged to. [ did not leave Eng
land to get frozen by Canadian winter.
did not know you were SO sentlmentally
foolish Alice will not thank you for com
ing day sooner Women do not like a
bridegroom around when the wedding
preparations are going on, no matter how
much in love they are. Take my advice,
and stay here till the appointed time Tor
YOu to start"
Robert Russell, the young man address
ed, listened with bare civility to his COM
p&nions words. What was such advice in
comparison with the urgent cries of his
whols nature? He had left England three
weeks before, to claim the woman of his
choice who had been year in Montreal,
whittier she had emigrated with her par
ents, carrying with her the love andprom-
Use of one in whom she believed with ut
ter devotion.
Russell's uncle and adopted father had
accompanied him. and now sat smiling at
the impatience and the whims of youth.
There is a storm in the air, in spite Of
this sunlight" Russell said still standing
by the window 81 should not enjoy be-
ing blockaded by snow on my journey"
"Probably not but you might as well
expect it in this climate"
"Well, I shall take Alice back to Eng
land as soon as possible" Russell said with
his hand on the door. "Good bye, uncle,
then good bye"
Russell was soon speeding from the
town, his eyes looking eagerly forward
ever the vast stretches of snow, as if he
would outstrip even the steam that bore
him
He was not half through his journey by
rail, when from the west, where it had
fingered during the sunny morning, rose
the flmy white veil that is the herald of
snow. Weather wise people looked out
of the car windows and shook their heads
saying
"This will be hard one. 1t is just a
year ago since the horrible storm that
blocaded this train"
Russell, looking, felt his face grow pal
lid in spite of his hopes, his youthful en-
ergy.
He did not fear the storm while on the
cars he knew they would get to their DIES
tination before the storm could be suffici-
emily advanced to retard them much. But
he remembered the twenty miles he must
20 in cutter after the last station, for
Alice waited at the residence of relative
beyond Montreal. Her aunt had pefsuad-
ed her to have the wedding there, where
wealth could give its glow to the ceremo-
vitation?
III she were only in Montreal" muir
mered Russell, as the first few flakes be-
gan to drift slowly doward
Soon the air was filed with fine, sharp
particles. 1t grew colder instead of war
mer, or apparently SO, for the wind rose
and whirled the snow fercely
1t had showed two hours when Russell
Il. Il.
already dark, save that the gloom was
mitigAted by full moon.
He was half benumbed by the cold and
sitting so long, but he could not wait
Reason told him that he was a day early
and might easily stay in the city till to-
morrow; but some feverish, morbid haste,
urged him Ont was impossible for him
to rest quiet moment
He stood a few moments by the
bright fire in the waiting room Then he
decided to go to the house occupied by
Alice'S parents.
Arrived at the house, he learned with
dismay that Alice had left two or three
hours previous Oppressed with fearful
forebodings he hurried on, taking the
road which the servant supposed her driv-
er had selected. A he emerged into the
open country the runners of the cutter
sank deep into the snow. The horses
struggled desperately through the drifts,
while the binding storm and benumbing
cold almost overpowered him. To arouse
himself from the lethargy which he felt
was the precursor of death, he stepped
cut of the sleigh and plodded on beside
is. For hours it seemed toihim, he tray
elled, alternately walking and riding, the