The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-05-26

| Ra phi saw that his Trend had heard
nothing of his prospective business
change, but he was in no mood for con
fdence. He said:
Il would like to go, il it were best, but
1T is not You were on your way home,
you said 2"
Yes"
"Will you give II. 70 your cousin ~
handing him the note.
Yes certainly" and Frank thrust it
in his vest pocket. Goodbye, Ralph,
you'll regret staying ashore to-day"
The week passed RAJ phi Field sailed
for Paris. Lou Evans pouted her pretty
lips i'll disgustat his impolteness
"Never called to say good-bye-just
left his regrets with Frank, and tell the
ladies he had been so busy. BUSY, IN
deed Making up for lost tine of the
winter, l suppose. Eta, with sudden
illumination, do believe you are at the
bottom of this"
But Eta Stuart's countenance told no
tales.
The long visit came to an end and Eta
went home again.
Her mother said over and over, You
are not well, darling The change has
not been good for you.'' iEf
And Eta answered am we'll, mother,
dear, but Il little tired and so, so glad
IN come back. Home is So sweet and
rest u'.atl don't think can ever wish to
leave it again" @
But the home that Eta loved proved
a transient resting place. Her mother,
never strong, faded slowly out of life,and
the first SHOWS fell on her grave. Her
fat her, after two years of mourning for
the wife of his youth, and disheartened
by successive and crushing financial d.
sasters fell a victim to Il sudden epidem
ic, and passt d away after few days i'll
ness. The wreck of his splendid fortune
barely sufficed to meet his obligations,
and Eta was left alone and penniless
More than one door opened to receive
.er; but her constant answer was :" | am
dc eply grateful, but it is better that l
should depend upon myself l have
health and education, and there is no
balm like work for wounded heart"
No entreaties availed to change her de
termination; but at the earnest solicita-
ton of Boston friends she consented
to pass a few months with them, until
she should be able to obtain desirable
situation. rf n a
One day, not long after her arrival, it'll
Glanced that Mrs. Evans was collecting a
great bundle of cast-otf clothing, to be
sent to the suffering freedmen. Lou and
Eta had followed her upstairs, and were
hooking over the various articles as she
took them from the great cedar chest,
where they had been stored. aa e
Oh, Ftta see here - exclaimed Lou
!" here is that very lavender suit that
Frank ruined with lemonade, the day we
went out on the Flying Arrow just at
ter Capt. Tileston came home-let me see
two, three years ago. Poor Frank was
just pouring out a glass, when the boat
lurche1, threw it over him, from head to
foot. How we all laughed! Don't you
remember Why, mamma, you must not
take them until have searched the peck
cts. A letter, rs live! Miss Eta
Stuart
1t was Etta's turn to look now. One
swift glance, as Lou held the letter up to
handwriting. She snatched it from her
cousins hand, while the blood surged up
to her heart in one convulsive throb
OH Eta, dear, that's too bad,
pleaded Lou, found it; SO please let
me see it, too q
But Eta had flown to her own room,
not daring to meet the scrutiny of Louis
curious eyes. us
When Frank came up to tea, Eta said,
carelessly: #ts.ts. h.
Where is Ralph Field-in Paris still
| found goodbye note from him, in one
of your pockets, or Lou did, rather, writ
ten just before he sailed" a..
How like you, Frank" said Lou,
never to think of it /; and we all SO
yexed, because he didn't CALL"
That's true enough, Loulie," said
Frank, penitently. Then turning to ct
Ia don't know were he is, Pm sure.
He never wrote to me a word. Not in
Paris probably, for he wrote to Flint &
Chatterton, when he had been there only
six months, asking to be relieved from his
situation. They urged him to retain it,
but he positively refused, giving no rea
son, except that he was weary of business
SO unlike him, you know. They have
heard nothing from him since. 1t is the
strangest thing that ever knew"
Eta Stuart was in Rome She had
sailed from New York, with the Wal.
laces, as governess for little Carrie, and
companion for her mother. They spent
some months in travel but Mrs. Wallace
longed to be near her artist son, so they
had taken q pleasant suit of rooms, tor
the summer, in the old imperial city.
Evening was coming on, and the in
describable color of the Italian sunset
still flooded all the air with an almost
tangible radiance. Eta lay on couch,
with her hands clasped tightly over her
forehead, as if to press the pain from her
throbbing temples. The door opened |
softly, and little Carrie came in.