The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-10-06

yellow lace ruffies, the silken. vestrnents
faded out of color-oat of shade-melted
away. The lineaments dissolved as if
they had been dream of his feyerish
fancy and as his hand, which Crashed
the edge of the box, shook with nervous
surprise, this slight impulse aiding the
action OF the atmosphere, completed
the ruin. The corpse and its clothing
dropped to the bottom of the chest. little
more than handful of dry dust ! - g
+, Oilyer Grey .gazed blankly at the
A skuIk-a HANDFUL of 6ones-son,e ashes /!
Never in his life had anything occurred
which gave him so strange and dreadful
sensation as when he saw that vivid
Ingure moulder into nothingness before
MN. He felt almost guilty to think he
mad raised the lid, and thus DESTROYED
this semblance ofthe man who had been.
He now wished that his friend George
had been with him to have seen what he
saw, and to corroborate, By further testi-
mony, the strange story he should have
to tell. He almost expected that the tale
would be ridiculed as one of his MANY
ardent dreams. Yet shere was the chest.
They could not gaipsay that. And there
were the bones and the dim outline of
the figure, the skull, with its CHASTITY
fracture, tellingsits mute story of crime
and
Whatswas that q ne
Something glowed and glimmered like
a coal at the bottom of the chest!
Again the poor artists pulse drummed
in his ears, while every atom of blood in
his body seemed rushing to and fro in
the widest confusion u E3f9
After little hesitation he reached
down with his broad blade palette. knife,
and gingerly and daintily, with thrills
Of reluctance running through his eager
ness, fshed up the burning coal. and blew
from the ashes, of the dead. r.onAE
The coal was large ruby. It was
without setting, but had been cut, and
polished by jeweler. It was as red as
fire and as luci0C as sunshine. Oliver
rubbed it with his handkerchief, opened
his almost empty purse, and dropped the
jewel within for safe keeping. Then he
examined the chest farther. There were
more gems glimmering and quivering
like live things amid that human dust.
1t was not long until the young man
forgot to be too particular. The palette
knife was no longer swift and certain
enough. With his trembling fingers he
pushed about the poor bones, finding
plenty OF treasure now; and there, right
under where the heart must have been. a
small gold locket. With something Of
awe and reverence overcoming the greed
which had taken possession of him, he
opened the case g ~
A woman's likeness, young ana sweet,
smiled upon him, as brightly as if it had
not lain In that dark prison-house for
nifty years. Tears came into divers
sharp eyes as he met the laughing glance
ofthe soft blue eyes shining beneath the
ripples of yellow hair. But those tears
soon dried in the exultation of his new
possessions. asas
When certain that the chest had Weld
FED the last of its jewels he emptied them
into his handkerchief, and tried to COM
pute their value The horror of his first
impressions, gave way to triumph.
~ The treasure was his own by right of
EdIscoyery. There was no clue to the name
OF their long persisted owner He would
keep the gems and he would say moth.
ing, even to George, CT his adventure.
Thinking thus he again looked at the
mlnlture; and this time observed a name
formed by setting of brilliants around
the inside of the case, ina German text
ETHELDA.
An old fashioned Elglish name. Oil
yer did not reflect thai the poor cousin Of
Camilla, dependant on her uncle Gather
wood, bore the name, unusual as it was
Burryintg the strange coffin again in
the shifting sand, he rowed back to the
little landing at the foot of the little lawn
IN front Of the Poplars, his hear. burning
with intense pleasure at CHS unexpected
good fortune. A group of three awaited
MN as he sprang out upon the beach
his friend George with his sister and
cousin. ~ . ssea9slfse5 EaB'fe
After an eager glance at Miss Gather
wood, the iartist darted a look of surprise
at the young girl in white, just behind
! her. 1t only then occurred to him that
Miss AShleigh's name was EtseLdG
lie put away the singular feeling which
arose at this coincidence, and at breakfast
was the Lite of the party. All that day
be Was gay, brilliant, viYacious. Not even
the appearance of Mr.. Lytton, Camilla s
most tavorite suitor-a fop Of the first
water, rich, aristocratic, and egotistical-
who drove out from the city il the morn.
ing, and idled away the long, bright sum-
merday at the poplars, could discomfort
him. He had dispised the dandy, and
now he felt that he might yet hope to ri
val him. s f. f3ai . ~. 81, l'
Camilla, as proud as she was coquetish,
knew very we'll that her brothers artist
friend worshipped her with passion be-
fore which the languid admiration Of her
other admirer was like star to the sun
and that day she filirted with both most
cunningly; but for ouce Oliver was be-