The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-05-19

| Heaven send that before very long you
may be Margaret, Darrell" goodbye,
and God be with you, my own darling"
he left her.
In another week Margaret had reached
her aunt's home and been heartily wei
coined by the dear old lady, who having
no children Of her own, considered the
coming OF her young niece as an event
| for which she could not be too thankful.
| Margaret soon commenced her book,
and after the first tediousness had worn
away, the task became pleasant and pro
crossed rapidly, With a parents fond
ness for a child, she could not believe
/ but that her book waif would be success
full, and dreamed Joyous dreams, in her
lGle moments, of the happiness that sue
cess would bring her.
At last it was finished. Nearly six
months she had been at work upon it,
and now the last word was written. She
took it to one publisher after another,
and at last found one k Id man who
agreed to give it to the world.
/ Now came her time Of greatest trial.
"Suppose it should fail" she thought;
what if all my labor has been in vain,
and, my beautiful dreams faded illu
sions?" She suffered untold agonies.
! Finally she received a paper from her
publisher; opening it, it proved to be a
noted literary Review, and it contained
Il notice OF her book-a notice which
made her heart boat quick, happy beats,
| for Ii told her lat her book was d sue
Ct s.. Oh, Iiow She yearned TO write to
her betrotheu the story of her great
happiness; but he must be kept III per
! feet ignorance, or all would be spoiled.
The proceeds were more than in her
highest flights she had ever dared to an
ticipate. She could pay the mortgage
yes ten times that, and she was supp enc
~ happy. Beside ali this she found
herself famous Rumors were rife as to
| the real name OF the authoress, but rumor
was at fault
1t was now June, and knowing that
Philip was still absent, Margaret deter
mined instead of going directly home, to
go by way of Newport, and remain there
a short time. She had always experien-
ced a passionate longing to see the ocean,
and resolved now to crafty it. While at
her aunts house she lad made the ac-
quaintance of a hitherto Unknown cousin,
Bessie Williams, bright, golden haired
beauty Of eighteen lust four years young
er than herself Margaret asked this
cousin to accompany her to Newport, and
thence home TO spend the remainder of
he summer. She acceeded, and about
first of July they started.
In the meantime Margaret had com
menced another book whichs she hoped
soon TO finish As the necessity for com
MI hap
first attempt, she worked slowly
Newport was enchanting Little Bes-
sic speedily became quite belle, and the
days passed swiftly. and the nights were
joyful.
One morning at breakfast, Margaret
raised her eyes, and discovered seated at
the farther end of the table, Philip Oar
rell. With slight start she controlled
herself, lowered her eyes and soon left
the table
After little time Philip sought her
in the deserted drawing room.
Maggie I"
Philip"
In an instant she was folded in fond,
restful embrace
"My darling cried Philip, what a
surprise had no idea that you were
coming home, much less that you were in
Newport "
Dear Philip, heard that you were
not at home, and therefore was in no
haste to be there myself 1t seems, how
ever, that came just to the right place
to find you, for which am wonderfully
glad"
Glad, indeed she was Her heart was
full of the more joyful surprise she had
in store for her Philip Gladness is quite
az oppressive as sorrow sometimes, and so
Margaret found it. She decided not to
inform Philip of what she had done, but
wait
Philip, what is the news from home ?
How aoout that mortgage, is it paid 7"
asked Maggie, archly, after few moments
silence.
No, my dearest, 1t is not have had
to expend considerable money for farm.
ing implements this summer, and have
not been able too free myself from that
troublesome circumference I have some
thing towards it, however, and | am sure
all will go well. You remember Maggie,
that the gentleman who holds the mort
gage resides near Newport that is what
| am here tor, to see him. | find that he
lis not at home, and will not be for two
weeks"
90, if you only knew, you unsuspic-
ious Philip, that you are!" thought Mag
gle. Philip" she said aloud, Il mus
introduce you to my cousin Bessie All,
here she is"
Just then Bessie entered, looking very
lovely, in white morning dress and blue
ribbons.
miss Williams, Mr. Darrell"
Philip bowed politely to the radiant
little lady, but Bessie, in her quick, I'M.
pulsive way, said, 90, Mr.. Darrell, | feel