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


eHe is SO good, SO noble y ar1oe
Thekla answers, throwing herself into
| his arms. Ct 2ufG3g5 Ya5.rBTT 40 y3sq
!, "That art thou ~ 1t4sm.7 ,vf,.
1t was the first time that the exigencies
lof stage business had, ever called upon
the as yet unacknowl lodged lovers to EN-
brace, and Bertha, instead of losing her
| identity in that Of SchilIef's gentle hero
| inc and sinking into the arms of the ex-
|pectant Max, blushea, hesits ted, drew
back, and finally compromised matters
by laying herhand on Htrman's shoulder
as lightly and timidly as though he were
clothed in poroupine-sklns instead of SUI
perdne broad cioth.dg He noticed, the
change in her manner, and after rehears-
al 7contriyed to meet her in one of the
narrow passages at the wings. She, was
about to pass him WITH a. Shy greeting,
but he arrested her steps with Ia'gestufe
lof entreaty At 'AoiN eANoA D
@Frauiein Marksteii1rfl.b sl odw-1au4b 3og
+ She paused 2 o.SCan9I serve you in any
way, Herr Mansfield l?oga 3aUl Ts7 ioa 81:
II wish TO ask you one question: Why
did you shrink from meat rehearsal just
now?n1W yl1aiu5ii1AI 2gldsoa haa rU 8
I'll donot know. II think" 5abe
Zone of two feelings prompted your
avoidance of me. Was it hate 2, -,
ooh no, Herr Mansfeldt -. ex-
claimed the young girl, too much agitat-
ed to perceive how much this denial i'm
piled.
Bertha, was it love ?" "'''' q
The fair face was instantly averted,
no. - %0ir l.. 70
own struggled to free itself, but he only
folded it in afrmer clasp. .!ol sit ri ~.
"Listen to me. Bertha, ere you go,:I /
love. youo as I never dreamed of loving
aught in this world save my art.9d Mine
has been a lonely and a loyeless life. b. I
have faint remembrance of q soft hand
smoothing tenderly my childish locks,
and of gentle eyes that looked fondly up
on me !, and this dim vision, which call
my mother, represents all that my exist
ence has. known to love till / met you, and
learned that honceforth the sunshine of
my life must beam on me from your eyes
or else be darkened TO me for ever. II Can
you not love me? will you not bring peace
and brightness to my dreary home, and
my lonely heart? Now go Leave me, if
| you will,,"sh continued, stepping back a
pace and letting fall her hand, cor else
come to me-my wife, my love, my own.
Observation-Disclosures come p y 80
She tnrned toward him, blushing, tIem-
bling and yet smiling, and radiant with
| his new found happiness her lover. clasp.
| ed her to his heart, As he beat over the
| fair head dropping on his bosom,h e cwhis-
lpered, in the words of Thekla's herozloV-
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"Look not away-looh on me, @ mine angel,
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Let who will, know that we ,bothloves each
/ other. "---s o.
| EARLY in April the formal betrothal of
| the lovers took place. The day after that
event, as 1lansfeldt was ascending the
stairs leading to his lodging he was met
| by his2serEant. doola % gotHoaI n G
PfstIIere is a letter for you, SIR said the
man at, arrived some hours. ago" ~ ~
| Mansfield took the. letter, but scarcely
glanced at it TIL he reached his own
apartments. The instant he looked at
it he recognized the peculiar handwriting
of his anonymous correspondent, whose
| first letter. with all its mystery and its
promises, he had entirely forgotten 1T
was with a gesture of impotence that he
tore the missiyea open and read as fol
lows: 3snl slaG sRv 81 radn 4eff ~tf, ,,to
Iui"The obstacle which have hitherto, pre-
vented our meeting are at last removed.
Be at the Brandenburg Gate tonight at
4 8 o'clock, and my messenger viii not fail
to find you. !; might now sign my name
but !, wait to let you learn it from my lips
from the lips Of the woman who loves
you, and who hopes to bring you, as your
bride, the falrest dover that your widest
ambition could desire. Till tonight fare
welL"a DE ao-f -ih 'a2d al .dIEa@ $50 o.
'aThe seal was of snow-white bridal wax,
while9 itsbsurface bore the word--Hust,
! (To-day) .ai9aT0 adt t9o6a sgea "da9 u1oz a.
/ Upon the table. lay another missive
(which Mausfeldt had that morning re
teeiEe@l--a gift which Bertha Markestein
Ehad sent to her betrothed. Itwas q min
iture portrait of herself. Herman took il
up and gazed tender1y on the fair pictur
ed face, to whose beauty the pencil Of The
artist had been poWerless to impart new
charms. %. W ""o.' -al 2l'eA1A hils
ANY love-.iny art p he said at last
l'fWho shall separate me from you both
Not this unknown, who stoops to enact
the ,unwomanly part of a9wooer, and who
strives to purchase my hand with golden
gifts and empty honors. | prize more
the laurel wreath which DeYrient and
Talma were than the coronet of noble
Your love- my Bertha, is to meia treasure
/ greater than all that this writer ofianony
Emous letters, all powerful though she
I claim to Sc, can e'r bestow.. .5 800 - 81 ~.
k He tore the letter into minute q frag
,,4on+c aD1 o,1a,1e9 q ha WI nd oxU pact hnfY
forth 60 futteta In the iguise of mimic
!. sue Wakes il the April ali. The white
IlseaL with its inscription, .Huete, fell at
his feet and was crushed beneath hiS
tread as he turned to quit the apartment