The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-03-31

pain perhaps.
Renewed scratching, as Intellectual as
before. Minnie's patience was entirely
exhausted
"Tll tell you what Annie, you Just run
up stairs and get Helen to examine your
eye, for I remember having left book
out in the summer-house this morning
and this pouring rain will completely
ruin it,"
With these words poor Minnie fairly
bolted from the room, oyerturning
chair or two in her progress, and in an
instant after was heard rushing down the
garden steps.
Annie lighted the gas and demurely
set the clock forward again. "Twenty
minutes OF ten. That will do very we'll, :"
said she.
. Although Helen had
anticipated the appointed time by few
minutes, she was received into warm
embrace on entering the sumner. house,
and a thin, piping voice exclaimed, rap
turously; Sweet angel! | knew thou
would'st not fail me Yet thou knowest
not with what Impotence my heart was
beating. All, cannot believe my hap
piness Speak to me, dearest-tell me
once more"
"Haste, oh, haste away, dear Herbert,
lest we be discovered ! Interrupted the
supposed Minnie, in an agitated whisper.
!" We. must not lose moment or all may
be lost"
"Thou art right, belovedl This way
the carriage waits"
And they hurried down the garden
path, and out the gate, on very undig-
nified and unromantic trot Another
moment and they were seated in close
carriage, rapidly driving through the
rain and darkness.
Delightful situation!" said Helen to
herself, resignedly.
my queen! my fairy art thou my
own at last ? inquired Mr. Seeley, with
what the French call effusion.
ooh, Herbert, I'm so frightened !"
whispered the fairy burying her face in
a dsagreeabIe wet overcoat, in order to.
escape more disagreeable shower Of
kisses.
Gear not, / will protect thee! | feel
that have the strength Of a lion" re-
sponded the small voice of the infatuated
youth.
Splash, splash, went the horses feet
through the mud, and the rain battered
steadily on the carriage top.
Il wonder where on earth we are 90
ing (" said Helen to herself, and after a
moments silence "dear Herbert, when
shall we get there?" she whispered for
she dared not speak aloud, lest her voice
should betray her.
In about an hour, my own sweet love.
Pearvllle is nearly five miles from town,
| is it not? 1t will all be as we arranged
when l first gained thy dear consent the
minister is to await us at the village ho-
tel, at half-past ten, and then in a few
moments we shall be man and wife
All, canst thou realize it, my precious
one n
The "precious one thought she
couldn't, but conteuted herselfby remark
ing, oh, what will my sister say"
"Thy sister is a prude. She has cold
and stony heart that knoweth not the
power of love. Herself unyielding to it's
rosy touch, she would have others so as
we'll The sweet blossom of the spring,
and the chilling snow wreath of winter,
are not more unlike than ale in heart
thy sister and myself Thou art
!
Leaving the third sphere pilotless; a tender
Reflection Of the eternal Moon of Love,
Under whose motions Life'e dull pillows
move,
A metaphor of Spring and Youth and Morn.
ing"
Here poor Helen was obliged to take
refuge again in an overcoat.
"Ah, DO not shun my kisses, timid
bird demonstrated the unsuspecting
youth. "Hide not thy lovely face upon
my breast, but raise those beautiful orbs
to mine True the darkness wells them
from my sight, YET feel their glances
burning into my very soul!"
81 wish they'd dry his clothes on the
way the odor of a wet coat is so unpleas-
ant" thought Helen with sniff.
"Ah!" continued Master Seeley, uncon-
scious of the application of his remark.
" Now am repaid for all that / have
ever suffered in this dark struggle we
call Life. At last are the dreams of my
youth realized!" Gle was nearly eigh-
teen years of age, and cultivated an infin-
ltesimal mustache.) Eyes, thou didst
dawn hpon my longing eyes, as the glo-
rions orb Of day rises upon the cold and
sleeping earth, to arouse, to cheer and to
revivify. But how poor and feeble seem
my words, fool that ami" This with
extreme complacency) ooh, would
that thou couldst read my hoart Thou
shouldst be able, since we are one.
/" We-are not formed as notes of music,
(! For one another, though dissimilar;
| Such difference without discord, as can
make
Those sweetest souods, in which all spirits
shake
| As trembling leaves In continuous air 2"
"Well, I've had about as much of this
sort OF thing as l can conveniently