The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-12-14

j Tor neF CNuuuCb l. sue saw uIlIl now.
cav" said the major, "quite roman.
tic Shall we aw-see this hero, this p
Don't laugh at him, Major Warder,"
cried Garry /" YOU would give your ewes
TO be half IS handsome"
Again the curate looked uncomfortable
bat Garry relieved him somewhat when
she added, 81 have an idea that he is still
devoted to this girl, whoever she may be.
l have watched him gazing out of the
window with such far-away look ia his
eyes, as il he was thinking of her and
other days.
'Aw-shall we-see him tonight !"
asked the Major again
"Perhaps we may induce him to come
into the drawing-room after tea" said
Garry.
"Don't you feel Interested aw--and
curious, Miss Holroyd 9" asked the Major
going up to where she stood.
She was pale at all times, but at that
moment Glare Holroyd's face was CHASTITY.
My dear you are cold, said Mrs. Lane
Garry you must leave the game and
come into the dnlng-room; there is
small fire there, and wo will have some
tea Come, Clare cannot let you catch
cold on my lawn, or you will not be al
lowed to come here again.
Mrs Lane rose took the young GIRLS
arm. and led her to the house, the others
following slowly.
An hour afterw&rd, when the twilight
mingled with moonlight and cast shad-
ows upon the stone balcony outside the
library windows, Capt. Challoner rose
up from the sofa, where he had been ly-
ing all the afternoon, and with weak,
wavering step, he strove to pace the room.
He was growing weary of that tedious
confinement, day after day, and he strug-
gled hard against the weakness which
overcame him. His left arm was bound
up in sling; with the right he steadied
himself in his walk, holding on by the
book case, the table, and chairs.
Mrs. Lane had called Charles Challoner
handsome but strictly speaking, he was
not so never had been. 1t was fine,
q noble face--one you could trust in, one
you might like to have near you in time
, of darkness, doubt, difficulty or trial
: There was intellect in the broad, high
brow; there was tenderness and truthful
, ness In the large brown eyes, which at
| times seemed to be looking far away"
as Carrie Lane said, and there was a
brave frmness in the mouth and the mas.
sive chin
, Presently Capt. Challoner stopped in
, the middle Of the walk. His ear caught
the sound of music in the drawing room
: across the hall. He stood moment to
listen. Young, sweet voices sang Annie
Laurie" Slowly he staggered back to
| his sofa again, carrying a horde of half
, forgotten memories with him--memories
. which had gone to India year ago with
t him, following him all through the scenes
, Of war and death, and returning home
again, only to be banished by fever aud
. Inconsistencies. Back they flowed with
o double force, as "Annie Laurie broke on
f the stiffness around.
"Her song Her song !" he murmured /:
Il hoped l had forgotten her !"
. The poor, wounded hand struggle hard
: to cover his face, but only the right arm
!. was able to do its work, and the man who
s had once been so strong and brave grtan-
t ed in angnish-perhaps for his helpless
, state, but methinks it was more at the
! memories which the old song recalled
II could have borne it all, had she not
o married him-that fellow-that fool !'' he
: groaned.
d
e Challoner's heart far deeper than that in
8 his arm-a wound which time did not
/. heal. The opening of the door caused
him to look round; then, trembling
f staggering and ghastly,he rose to his feet
e Was it the ghost of his former love that
r came to him there in the moonlight
e silence, robed in white, with her pale
beautiful face rivaling her dress A
:. moment she paused, then, with outstretch
9 ed hand, Clara Holroyd came toward
" him.
v "Capt Challonsr," she said, II heard
you were here, they told ne-you were
:" i'll. am come to see you-to-say
4. wronged you once, in my cruel foolish
lie ness but ask you to forgive"
rs Broken, disjointed, and almost incom
J. prehensible as was her speech, he under
b stood it.
f. It was no ghost then, it was really
d Clara Holroyd-his frat, his only love
r And the face he had wearied and panied
n to see was there now, vt his ssde, the
&c moonlight playing upon it, and upon ths
soft, golden hair of Clara Holroyd, more
&c beautiful than ever, because Of the pride
j. the hauteur that was gone, the gentle
tender humility which had come
d Chaloner saw the danger and remember
It ed she was another mans wife He re-
v covered himself in q moment. He took
q the outstretched hand, felt the slender
e fingers clasp his own, then carslessly cold
Is ly, he let it go. And Clara stood there
n locking up at him witha yearning, sor
| Irowful pity in her face I; she could sec
o how ill he had been, how weak he was
/, and when her eyes fell on the poor, help
" less, wounded arm, great tears swelled
IS into them. How different to the Charles
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