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

| ing for you, SO perhaps we'd better go OF
| to them" and then we went on to the
Hall.
| Upon the terrace we found Mrs Berry
a noble-looking woman, with the same
dark blue pathetic eyes as Ethel,s, walk
ing about with her crutch, and Georgiana
Crawford, daughter of General Crawford
beside her-a medium-sized girl of fonr
and-twenty, with very black eyes, and
very vivacious Old men and women be-
come spectators to the little tragedies en-
acted by the young, and, little noticed
themselves, they see much that escapes
the more active members and /, gossip
ing with Mrs. Berry, noticed how COM
pletely Miss Crawford monopolized Ar
thur Dawlish, and how animated he be-
came when speaking to her, and then
half unccnsciously, | compared her to
Ethel, and though she talked we'll,
thought her somewhat Frenchifed ANNA
nation and loud laugh contrasted unfa-
vorably with Ethels quiet smile and air
of repose. l took Ethel home with me
tibet night, and when we haa parted fro N
our escort, Mr.. Dawlish, she said
"Isn't he nice? and oh, if you knew
how good and patient he is, and how
much he loves me, and love him! We
were engaged IN London, and are to be
married in June, and-lsn't he hand
some? -
"He is very handsome" said, cheerily
every body thinks so, but | was afraid
you might not, and mamma likes him SO
much, and so does Georgiana, l think,
though he says he does not like That sort
of girl; very rude, as | told him." And
SO she ran on, and I listened, glad to
think that my dear friend was so happy
And so day after day passed and l was
constantly going to the Hall, or Ethel,
and Miss Crawford and Dawlish came as
a deputation to ask me, ifI omitted do
ing so. The more | saw of Miss Crawford
the less I liked her; | did not think
with Ethel that Dawlish was so indiffer-
ent to her-indeed, he only seemed too
much interested and observing him look
after her when she moved about, and an
eagerness in his speech to her that he
never showed with Ethel, daily growing
dread took possession OF me that I in
vain tried to shake off,-which, God
knows, was only too soon confirmed One
morning, was painting in my little sit
| tingroom the morn was oppressively
warm, and everything was so still that |
could hear the plash of the waves. upon
the shore benath the cliffs. sMr Daw-
lish was in the garden, smoking one of
my rose trees which was suffering from
ghts-Ethel and Georgiana superin-
tending, the latter trying to smoke Gig
arctic that he had made for her. It was
so hot that leant back in my armchair,
musingly contemplating my sketch Of a
piece of broken, worn cliffagainsta stormy
gray sky, when heard him talking earn
estly, and unconsciously listening, l heard
him say:
81 can't stand this much longer; you
know how much love you, and l can't
act this Indifference toward you"
was all attention now he was not
speaking to Ethel.
"But Mr.. Dawlish," Georgiana answer
ed, chow dare you to speak to me thus
sir ! Are you not engaged to Ethel 2"
"Of course am, but it can nc broken
oft shall You know how love you
why, you have made me---you have won
me over I thought l loved her until !
met you but [ have only just learnt
what love is."
"You have no right to say this to, me-
/ shall go in to Miss Browne"
II think not. Come, we understand
one another; and why act this farce
when no one is by Poor Ethel! O.
why didn't you leave me in peace
loved her in my contented, easy sort OF
way until you came, and now | only pit
ty her.
II am sorry to hear this, "she answered
Il never dreamt you cared for me;
thought you liked me as friend, and
now you wish me to be an enemy"
George, don't you like me 2"
II will tell you. [ like you'll love you
though it is wicked to say So but
thought you were playing with me
never dreamt you were in earnest, and
tried to go away and leave you with Eth
ell, but could not, my passion was toe
strong. | fought, oh, SO hard, but sue
cumbed. Have pity upon me for my
wickedness I ought never to have tolc
you so much"
eff I had but met you before [ wa
bound in honor" he said regretfully, owe
should have been spared this wretched
ness"
"No, you would not have cared for MI
if you had been fiee."
"How bitter you are Do you want
me to swear love you more than evel
thought I could love anything Yor
cannot trust me while She"
TRUSTS you implicitly, and is deceived
Arthur, speak bitterly because 1 love Sc
fondly. A woman ever abuses the mar
she loves as passionately asd love you
but could not bear to hear you malig
ned by others, and if they did speak
against you would console and defend
you-I would bear anything, brave any
thing, for your sake. You know it, she