The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-01-20

gazing at the sea, as though she were
) Hero expecting Leander to emerge from
the waves. A most charming study"
, With a nod, l passed down to the
! shore. She was seated on little hill
lock of sand beside the pier, and thinking
SO intently that stood by unnoticed for
some time. She was looking seward
with the far-off gaze that some eyes have
when people are very happy or in great
trouble; presently she turned her head
and saw me- w
"Why, you have come out without your
hat, and you look SO pale and tired
Have you left that lazy Arthur pulling
away at his pipe, and George encourag-
ing the slaughter of the innocents 2" 1t
is so hot and I was so happy thinking
what prize had got among men, and
how capitally we shall get on together
Arthur and I, mean-that / could have
gone on dreaming all day.
! | sat down beside her. ~
II am rather tired, DEAR" and that was
all I said.
1t all seemed like a dream. How could
| break it to her she trusted him so
entirely to her he was so good and
true I did not think he really cared
much for Miss Crawford-it was merely
a passing whim with him; he seemed SO
weak, unstable, and so little worthy of
trust that / shuddered to think of my
darling being married to such man !;
but if / remained silent after what had
/ heard--if | did as so many people do,
Iallow things to come right-would they
come right? If they went wrong, the
sin would rest with me and / knew
/ Ethel's beautiful confidence, once rudely
abused, could never be restored.
90, what can dol" thought, with
her small hand in mine 'she looks up
on me as guide, an adviser, and | am so
unfit for great ordeal that the sight Of
her happiness, and the knowledge that
can blight it forever, makes child of
me ?"
could not do it | sat silent and
wretched, wondering how it would all
end. We went up to the house, and Eth
ell Joined them on the lawn; while /,
pleading headache, went to my room to
think over my trouble. Dinner came,
and tried to be cheerful, and join in the
running talk of the young people; then
Dawllsh proposed a stroll upon the pier
as the only place where we should get
breath of air, which might do my head
good.
1t was.a beautiful evening. The sun
was sinking in blaze of crimson and
gold, pointing to the sea, with the faint
est ripple on its face, the old black pier,
and the boats gently rising aud falling,
with rose color. The hillsOver at White
cliff were lines of blue and mauve. Peo-
pie were in groups upon the pier and
beach, love-making flirting and gossiping-
The long haired poet and his insepara-
BILE companion were the centres Of admir-
ing circles, fathers were spelling out
their newspapers in the fading light,
), while children proffered to them trophies
in the shape of tiny. fish hey captured
from the sea. The wet single sparkled
like mass of rude jewels, and the dis
tant pine woods looked wildly green
and cool beyond the ruddy cliffs.
| Everything was so calm and peaceful
that we scarcely cared to talk, and the
loud laughter of the fisherman about the
4 beech Jared upon the seeses We sat
4 down upon seat above the wooden steps
i leading to The water. Dawlish moodily
smoking, and Ethel looking at him from
time to time wonderlngly. He was usually
zled over his air of preoccupation. Miss
i Crawford SAT- upon the steps with a book
upon her knees, but she was not reading.
The sun sank beneath ridges of angry
f looking red, the hills grew pale and in
distinct. Impatiently knocking the ash
es from his pipe, and Ashaking himself
like big Newfoundland dog, Dawlish
[ rose.
81 shall go out for SAIL" he said ;
'there's just wind enough to manage to
crawl along feel hipped, and want a
change of some sort Miss Browne, will
you and Ethel and Miss Crawford come (?
[ Though you are not a good sailor, the
[ seas like big duck pond and the boat
: won't pitch bit. jack" he called to a
!, fisherman lolling in his boat, "get the
sails up, I'm going out bit"
: declined to go,dreading the mist that
| was gathering, and Ethel would rot leave
me, she said, with my head so bad, SO he
8 nodded. and seeing Jack had unfurled
e the sails and was waiting for him, he
sauntered down the steps and got into
the boat.
"Jump out, Jaak," he said az sha'nt
want YOU I'm an old hand at it, and can
t sail her myself we'll enough
r ~ wouldn't go out beyond the bar, if
/ | was you, sir" the man said. eve shall
have dirty night, and the wind blow
ing off shore, you will have to make a
long tack coming in, SIR" and he point
ed anxiously at the long black clouds
fast rising in che west
Gall right, shall be back in an hour !;
! let CO." and waving his broad straw hat
to US, and bidding us good Light, he set
tied himself comfortably in the stern, and
! the boat glided slowly out to sea. We