The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1869-11-25


In San Franc SEQ, on the north side of
Folsom street. overlooking Mission Bay,
stands . p,latial res dence. # ,-sif -,
The interior IF TINS house is even NOR
beautiful han it's exterior, every apart
nent being in it's way. a gem of 'nagnif-
ctnceand Re til,m H. a as et
The library especially realizes the most
perfect ideal of an elegant and cultured
home. s2@ .t7i4# En i.i1aa sj hs
| Aud yet, at the moment we look in up.
on him-nne August afternoon, ne he &c
cupied his library-the proprietor of all
this wealth. appeared of all men the most
miserable iata' ~ 'fte s
He was Mr. Morton Preble, for manv
years leading banker Of San Francisco
It WAS in warn that the broad bay-win-
dow ut the south end of the room had
been opened, giving ingress to the sun
shine and the fragrance of rare flowers
In vain that the walls were lined with
richly carved nook cases and paintings
In vain that soft couches and luxurious
chairs had been gathered around him.
He was wretched. s-'fs s 1e' sit
lie lay ON sofa, in the depths of the
great bay.window, the wreck of once
powerful man His figure was thin and
gaunt his face white as marble. his
eyes having all expression of woful ap
prehen.ion, OF narrowing anxiety, of
expectancy. atta @s} sa 8.u aE
1t was evident at glance that no
merely physical altnent had made him
W rat he was. s5-afs $3.50
BY what whitening secret, by what de-
sfr"ylng attiIction, had he been thus ag,-
nized thus haunted? thus hunted he
so noble and good he SO wealthy and
distinguished ! zl3 4e rnas. ssveg ysrog "a 81
AS he moved restlessly upon his luxu-
rious cushions the pretty lock on TIN,
mantel piece struck five, every stroke
seeming to fall like hammer upon the
heart OF the nervous invalid. He arous-
ed himself, strugg ing teebly to sitting
posture. Haru H4 sd
"Oh, will this fatal day never, never
pass ? he murmured nor bring us re-
iief?"c ...t fftt-..a sts ~
Noticing with nervous start that he
was alone, he touched bell upon table
before him, and called /: II fse
Helen. Helen where are YOU? ~
Before the echoes of his voice had died
ont step was heard, and his wife enter
NA MS PiSSSuNC.
81 LETT yououly for moment, Morton, y
she said, advancing to the bankers side.
l"4ou were DOING Isthink. | wished t.,
send tor the doctor ~ .- ..tf
She was a beautiful woman, of som,
SIX and thirty years graceful, with broad
white brows, and loving eyes, in which
the br,ghtnes, ana sweetness of a sun
shiny nature were still perceptiple, under
grief i and anxiety no less
poignant than that eyinced by her hus.
band. 'iats $3.50 # sa Hsas ,srs
'rhe doctor !" heechoed, half-reproach-
fully. auef E.If.., s7TT
Yes dear" she said. in calm and
cheerful voice, as she drew d, chair to The
side If the sofa, and sat down strokino
1.-The corrugated forehead of the iuvaltIi
with magnetic touch H'He will u,
mere immediately. Your last neryo,1,
Crisis alarmed me You may become seri
ously III = GaH - Satz
Mr.. P'reble bestowed an affectionate
look upon his wife, but said Respondent
tly: 1esa-f -
"The doctor He cannot smlnister t,
a mind diseased - Oh, if these long
hours would only pass fl only knew
what the day has yet in store for. us ~
Look mp, Mnrten" enioined Mrs
PreblP' with a reverentIy 1 rr!sfful olanc,
i upward Trough the.opetr.wlpdow - m,
blue sky, ana as if looking beyond tb,
azure CLOUDS therein. Lit us snnpaI
from the injustice and wckedness If eartt
to the goodness and mercy of Heaven :
i The banker gave low, sobblng sigh