The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-02-03

clambered up against the walls the roses
3 reddened in the garden the June grass
grew tall, and waved in the warm south
winds; while the hectic deepened on the
consumptive's cheek and the life tide
ebbed more family through her heart.
At the close of one Of those perfect
days, when the last red sunset rays slant
ed through the windows, the end came
the earth life lapsed into the better, and
the meek eyes, closing here with maternal
love lingering last in their gaze, opened
again to look upon the glories of the
beautiful land where illness never comes,
nor Deaths dark pinions droop. On the
lay following the funeral, Mr.. Maillard
bore his wife back to their home again
Atthe parting, Alicewept unrestrainedly
upon the bosom Of her twin brother, then
turned to receive her sisters farewell
kiss.
~" q must be mother to you, now," said
Hester-faithful devoted woman, ten
years older than the weeper she held in
her arms-and then she whispered, "In
your trial will come to you, Keep up
q good heart, darling, and don't brood
too much on our grief for the sake of
your own health now" t81
After the carriage had rolled away,
Horace stood by the window long time
in deep Thought; then he turned sudden
| ~ to his sister, and said, in Somewhat
| restrained voice: tBaT2 9d 9T8 stH191B
Hester, do you think Maxwell Mail
lard makes Alice happy?'''
"CertainlY-why not, Horaceg What Q
| question: No one could fail to- see how
hp 10. II Aor 10
thought could enter your mind. "'9d Use
Good Heaters answer was quickly rem
tdered; but a line that corrugated her
brows betrayed that which she would not
allow her lips to utter even to her broth
err .,,},,,.
''They say twins have magnetic sym
pathy for each other. I seem to feel that
Alice is not IS light-hearted as she was
when, she left u.s. Nineteen tomorrow ;
and she looks full FIVE years older than
when she left us year and half ago.
If Millisrd don't make her happy, shall
hate him and sstern, bitter expression
settled on the youths handsome face.
"Why, Horace, how strangely you talk !"
persisted Hester. b"Of course Ally wouldn't
seem as usual. Mothers death you"---and
here the usually calm, self-centered wo-
mans lip quivered. 'sl'Ia - '''0e
2 Horace's own deep hazel eyes filed. The
boy had tender, :womanly heart cit
may be my fancy only. hope so, Hes
ter !" But he stood long in thought.
After their return home, Mr. Maillard's
lnien softened toward his wife He could
not see her going about in her mourning
robes, with her pail, sad face, and quiet
ways, without relaxing from his olden
manner. But still his pride, so long
dominant, mastered him sufficiently to
withhold him from the manifestation of his
returning tenderness, save by constant
watchfulness, and by surrounding her with
such luxuries as wealth could procure.
Books, pictures, the latest music, flowers,
every dainty OF the season, these came to
her. All, if he had only known that
tender word to a hungry heart is better
than any gift that gold can buyl
Alice accepted all with sweetness
that never failed her now, Indeed, Mr.
Maillard marveled to see how submissive
she had become. There was no rebellings
now no flaming up of the old high spirit;
| no passionate outbreaks7-alas no pas
sionate yearnlngs for tenderness. Her
| lips were never lifted for kiss; her
eyes never sought his with wishful eager
ness for the fond, answering glance her
slender hand no longer slid caressingly
into his. That time with her was past.
One evening, sitting in that same libra
ry where she had stolen upon him once,
the windows open to the hot airs of the
August night, and the smoke of his cigar
floating out into the garden, Mr. Mail
lard fell 70 thinking of this.
How different Alice is from what she
was last winter My course was most
judicious. Her disposition has improved.
But she has grown so pale lately. /
think the sea air would have helped her
if she had thought best to have gone
from home at this time"
From this soliloquy Mr.. Maillard was
reused by call from the housekeeper,
who sat with his wife in an airy, spacious
upper room of the large, elegant mansion.
An hour later, baby boys frail life
futtered into existence, but for one brief
moment only, then went out again and
the young mother lay dying on her pill
lows. No kind motherly, sustaining sis
ter was there to close the violet eyes with
fearful kiss, and the twin brother who
loved her with such passionate enduring
tenderness, only came to look upon her
white face in her coffin. SD 500 M
Maxwell Maillard stood, mute and
dazed, when they told him his wife's life
moments were rapidly pouring into Eter-
nifty There was no time then for con-
| LESSONS, pleadings, or regrets-no time to
tell her aught save the few broken
sobs that surged in thick, turbid tor
rent from his heavily throbbing heart.
Only time to receive the faint pressure of
the little outstreched hand, the two latest
words that futtered oyer the pale, lovely