The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-11-10
MY SISTER MARCHES ROMANCE

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have never cen a more beautiful face
than my sister Mafgie's when she was
eighteen cannot describe her to you
4 for do not like 10 Ska sweet flower
leaf by leaf. I can only say rich, warm
color dyed her cheek, a brilliant light
danced in her eye, and her lips, red as
the ripest strawberry ssl1es found in the
pastures ever curved with as,hiIeO
| Father named her Margaret after his
fmotfe I, 3D. She called herself Margie.
! When q babysafb MargaFetiB second child
4 of Charlesland Martha Wilson, wasswrit.
/ ten in the Bible. but Margie became the
4 household nah,e. II WAS ten years old
when + hsrgiey was, born 81 Mother took
the baby5s, pink, band and laying it, in
mine, said solemn "" II must leave her,
Faith, 5leaEe my sweet babe ssIqgiye her
i to you and neyeF, forget that shells yours
! my daughter" X never did forget the
Importance Of the charge committed tal
dmes Father never brought any y one toll
j fill mothers place, and had, 5Margie tol
myself. Besides, "a sisters lOve,b sgaYeA
liner all that would have been mothers.
i / never told her she was to mind me, she
always did what desired without Q word
w
i When Margie was twelve, Mr. Boltons
1.-THE. yilsge AaEsEg paasdenme nsqeffar OF
J EnAaEyisg8,o1 he 6VBslain9bie1 man IIn9pfI
: Iorsd him and itu maybe Ii might have
Ilove6 him, but I could not make il seem
right TO marry and leave Msrge. I think
father was pleased when chose to lire
at home but others blamed me- and
thought | had false ideas ofduty.a Lhaye
never been sorry Egave up all for, Margie,
/ WhengI see. Judge Bolton with his hand
some sons, think, s Faith Wilson, those
J joys were not meant for you; your child
! rem may never rise to call you blessed,
but there are, some ,6who will say & she
hath done what she could. pas ssanban
| oo Msrgie had none of my matter of fact
Temperament. 4 She possessed . vivid i'm,
msgln4tion, when, child played with
Imaginary people, filing the woods, the
sunny slopes behind the house, the hooks
and, glades, With the bright creatures. of
her fancy. We, had 4 q few fairy tales,
translations from the German. These she
eagerly devoured, and so gave shape TO
/ the ideas that. were filing her head: Jdgg
As she,grew older, lalr,castles which she
herself was to inhabit took the place Of
/ her OF her eonceits.g Many night when
the skies were cleaning with stars, she
has sat on the ,lowyroof, jutting out from
our window, and dreamed of the gay
world in which she would live one day.
He will come for me-, Faith, ray squire
Eof high degree, and, bear me off to an ell
Iegant home surrounded by that, is beauti-
flll, and you will be our guardian angel"
! cannot tell why, but it. panied me to
hear her talk SO. She would laugh at
, my sober face, and say, |" My matter, OF
fact sister cannot even breathe the air in
t 1 which castles foat.n9 Rea n, s,fs1.fot
. Father and were anxious that Margle
should have better advantages for educa,
ton than our village afforded and yet We
I,could not bear the thought of sending
her away from us. She had decided
, musical talent, and we were DESTROYS Of
) .cultiyating it. While we were making
) inquiries, some one told us that the rec
tor in the next town was increasing his
{ income by receiving a few pupils into
. his family, and that his wife, an accom-
& 4 plished musician, would give lessons te
a limited number Arrangements were
! made for Margie to study with Rev. Mr.
J lOrmand, and take vocal and instrument
3 al lessons of his wife. She was to : re
j !. main with rhem until Friday of each
q week, when we were to bring her home
and have all the JOY we could until Mon
r day. How long that first week of sepa
1 ration seemed. Margie's bird did not
lsing but hoped uneasily, in his cage,
z Jerking his head from side to side. The
Inspiration OFF, his, life, as of ours
Was gone. The pet kitten, missing the
3 gladness Yofnthe house, took to rowing
The old clock that We always thought
had pleasant way of telling the hours
licked like death knell. Every thing
wore forsaken look. could see father
i busted himself more With his patients
6 but | could find nothing to relieve my
F loneliness na, gsjt bna ,te,a.s..I.f $. A.
/ Margie came back to us bright and
happy she had seen something of, the
/ ! world outside our home, and was charm
T I ed, She told us she was not very much
behind the others, and that her voice, 8
lrich soprano, had been highly praised
Father, Faith" she said, her face glow
ing with animation, /" this is beautiful
world we live in. mean to attain to q
position in it; all is easy if only one il
determined. mean oshave every thing
beautiful about me-"
The gossamer web shining in the sun
is beautiful, but the tempest bears it away
4 and leaves no trace of what was once
SO fair" said father, as he laid his hand
i ON her head
i i" Yes, know" she answered gaily
"but the brave little spinner can weave
another delicate web on the ruin of every
! castle and straightway build a nobler."
With every thread runs the life of the
weaver. Do not spin your web beyond
your strength, my daughter"
"Do not look so solemn father n,oon