The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-10-07

that her husband light wear it as an ad I.
Junct to his splendid Oriental costume as
Othello The bustof Melpomene bore on
It's marble brow a wreath of silver laurel,
which had been one of the last tributes
Brtha had received from the pubic DUR
ing her brief theatrical career and Her
mann remembered wildly the day short
time before his departure, when the
wreath had been brought down to display
TO a visitor, and how his wife had play
fully crowned the bust whit, declaring 3
that she was tired of taking care of it,and
that she should look to him to supply her
with laurel wreaths in the future And
on the mantel-piece lay folded the last
piece OF work on which her loving hands
had been engaged-@za tiny shirt, with the go
lace edging but half sowed on, the needieasg
E5till sticking in its folds and the thimble
BESIDE it, if she had put it aside for arc
moment and would speedily return to-
complete her task But the summons of e. (,
Death interrupted =her=-as she.
wrought, and had stricken withlscternal.
paralysis the mothers skiiffui fingers and z
living heares1sQ yns 10 asitdaq 10 nah- i %.
Alletterod day before Mansfeldt, but
though it had arrived hours before, its :
seal was as yet -unbroken, the superscrip-
ton as yet unscanned. He saw naught.
with his bodily vision ; he was gazing 4,
with the eyes OF memory upon the fair
bright face of his lost Bertha. Now it
rose before him. bending over his sleep
ing child; then he saw it, pale yet smil-o
ing, under the snowy blossoms of her
bridal wreath then again he beheld it
as when its beauty had first charmed him
with the downcast lids and timid smile q
and BRAIDED tresses of Margaret then,
with sharp and sudden pang, he recall
ed its statute like beauty when the mar
BILE hand of death had closed the soft eyes,
and frozen into stiffness the mobile fea.
lures. At last thought became agony he
shook off the lethargy which possessed
him and rose abruptly from mis- chair. q+,.r
q shall go mad if this continues" he
excleimed. 90 r...... ~
His sudden action displaced the letter
and it fell upon the floor, thus attracting
his attention. He took it up and opened
lit mechanically 80 After ten long yearsthe
handwriting Of hisiunknown correspond
ent again greeted his sight, and he read
as follows .sbgm ID liiT 1llh 6
"You are free, and love you still-but
it is too late" FJuuoO SazOG3A 10 sI5G5B5I
GAnd the black, heavy seal bore, for the
motto the one word, Gestern,v (yesterday).y
0 wasted love, unnoticed uncared for
even in that moment of deepest desola-
ton The letter dropped from hiA lst7r
less grasp, scarce read, wholly UNDECIDED,
on the floor. And the hapless Widnower,
Blowing his head on hfS hands, forgot all.
else save the darkness Of the shadow Of
Death which brooded over aus spirit .''s
A timid touch aroused him from his
stupor He raised his head and his little
daughter climbed, crying into his arms.
'"Take. me, father" she said--"take me
and pet ME a little. I am 50 lonely, and
have no one but YOU ~ ''ei gus Ass 2'' so
| He folded her to his heart, while his
tea1s, the first he had shed since his be-
reayement, fell thick and fast on her sun
ny halr. At last he looked up. IL He ex-
tended one hand toward the'bust of the
Tragic Muse, while with the 8sotlier he
pressed the golden head still closerlto his
BREAST 9aodt soi yliaH3soqGo bco4 Il 1c3
"These still are left to me" be murmur'
ed-"my child and my art. l am not
wholly desolate ?" Aoi'a5A-'o
And thealette1ela forgotten at his feet
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