The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-01-13
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Iyrom Flank Leslie's Lady's Magazine,

the gray clouds, and looked down upol
1.-THE scene--a frail spar or two hoated GU
Ito sea "a dismantled hulk tossed in tn
distance on the still heaving pillows, tn
debris of wreck
| On the beach the wan sunlight fell up
on CHASTITY spectacle. From the SANE
and sea weed where they lay, dead faces
looked up, cold and white-eyes who's
| light of life had gone out last night wher
the fierce tongues of fame had lit up tax
strife and torment of sea and air-eye.
whose last of earth had been that dis
solved view of fame and wreck, and
boiling waters.
Here, Steve, lend hand.'
Och, it's dead she is entirely. Look
till this boy, an there's breath life in
him. Where's the whisky? Sure an
it'll call back. the life il it's within
hearin.'' Ri
Here's Charlie. Make way for Doctor
Charlie some of the men called out
W Nh that fondness in the tone which de
no.ed general favorite. M
A young man with grave and eager
face drew near. The east wind raised
brown curly locks from off brow white
and fair as child's. The eyes, brown
and fearless seemed to look far into the
depths of being, to scan motives, to read
the strange hieroglyphics Of the human
heart. None of those rough men would
have lied to Decor Charlie but they
would never own it was because they
feared him, but because they loved him.
He stopped by the body of youny
woman.
'Och, an she'll niver draw breath
again one said. r.,
But Doctor Charlie was not 80 sure
He held hand, white and cold as marble
for moment III his own; he looked at
the rigid face, where the yellow hair,
glittering like sunshine in the dun, chill
day, was washed back, and fell in tangled
masses in which the sea-weed chung.
A fair face, full of some pathetic his
tory that seemed written in evety line
a white, calm face, which seemed never
to have found peace before. Would it
be mercy to break thai aw ul calm with
the jar OF earth again!
Dr. Charlie did not pause; no set the
men at work in every direction; he
ordered Ie,tolnti7es; he prescribed vari-
ous remedies; he put the men 10 various
Tasks il the way OF rubbing with spirits.
But this woman, the only woman saved,
foc he had detected faift sign of life
W uat should be dols wirh herr
She must be taken to the nearest
house and they must take her in,' decided
Dr.. Charlie.
The nearest house was . neat, little
white box, with u bit of garden in fro 1T,
and tiny walks, bordered with white
washed oyster shells. All was prim and
precise as the mistress, who stood shading
her eyes with Thin hand as the men
bore their CHASTITY burden TO the gate.
Dr. Charlie opened it without pause
L counted on your humanity, Miss
Hepsy, he said If this poor girls 1ife's
to be saved there's no time to be lost
Miss Hepsy looked at the white, fixed
face, the closed eyes,, with she din, pur-
pie shadows beneath, the marble halds
folded on the breast, as Is de1th had fixed
them there IN the act OF an {, e, nal D. aver
Poor cre'tur'!' she said; 'sne's seen
heaps otrouble, I'll be bound but she
looks as if it was all over now. Come in,
come in. l suppose, as It's matter OF
life and death, | can't ask you to whipe
yer Feet on the mat. Lor bless ME! SIGH
a passed. of dirty boots never walked into
my house in my life. Orful dirty men
folks are, to be sure
Eut Miss Hepsy, though she lorged in
tensely to wash out the mud tracks at
once controlled her desires and made her
self useful. With sigh of relief, she
saw the men go out, leaving DR.. Charlie
and herself with the still insensible girl
They chafed her baud and forced brandy
between her lips.
why, bless US, she's married cried
Miss Hepsy, holding up the right hand
where thin thread of gold ring gilt
tered. The poor young thing! One
heart will be sore after her.
ooh we'll save her. said DR.. Earnshawe
There is more flexibility now, and q
feeble pulse
Even as he spoke, he had strange
sensation about this girl, as if he were
somehow controlling her fate, and bring
ing her back to a world of sorrow. i
those white lips could speak, might they
not say, Let me go-let me glide out o,
all the ills of life into the great peace O
death' Perhaps the untraveled gloom
anG avenues Of death might be sweeter t.
this weary soul than any path of life, anc
get he was forcing her back into EARTH
thorny ways. 1t appeared but a vague
speculation. Yet this woman appealed tt
his Utmost sympathies as one WHO haG
come through greaG trrbulation
A warmel tinge began to hover oveI
the white face. He saw faint tremble il
the golden curve of the eyelids-a pale
rcse-tint touched the lips.
Miss Hepsy had wound up the damn
yellow hair into a great coil that seemed
like glittering crown. What a rare anc
lovely face it was, with the beauty of {
| lily in the sun!
/ declare if she don't look like one O
them ere sculped saints, said Mis-.
HepsY admiringlY She's too nnotu +.