The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1871-09-14

Iapproach her now But there came 3
time when he could wait no longer, an6
he wrote to her:
DEAREST ELEANoR"-his letter ran
"shall not that which IS past be forgotten
between us? My home and heart are
open will you let them shelter you?
PHILIP"
When he had sent this note he waited
in a fever Of Impotence for the repIv.
It came at last He opened it and read:
eff [ had any doubt before Of your in.
ability to comprehend a Woman's nature
at least I have none now. when was
rich you thought me capable of bargain
ing for your love; now that | am poor
you propose to purchase mine! Why
should L waste words? I know not what
further misfortnnes may be in store for
me, but they can never bring me- to the
level OF one who reads methus
ELEANOR GRANT"
Philip Armstrong fel1 as if the world
were reeling under his feet; he could
hardly believe his own identity. What
did she mean? What had he ever said,
ever thought, that would bear construc
ton like that? He was in rage, O. per.
feet fury OF anger AND shame He would
60 to her; he would compel her to list.
en- and to explain. He even started up
to go that instant, but was withheld bv
the reflection hat it was now nearly mid,
night, he could hardly intrude into any
household at that hour. He must wait
till tomorrow. But tomorrow found him
too Ill to leave his bed he had long
wearing fever, in which physicians and
nurses were baffled and iritated bv the
state OF nervous Impotence in which he
continued. The moment he was able to
90 out he went in search of Eleanor, and
she was gone. She had left the school
the lady principal said, very much to her
regret. Some friends, who had been abb
sent from America when her misfortunes
occurred, had returned and taken her
abroad with them whittier the lady Did
not know.
Phlllp made no further effort. lie had
done good deal of thinking while he
lay upon his sick-bed, and perhaps in
dulgcd In more self examination than
ever before in his life He began to see
what large share his own uneasy self
love Lad had in the ruin of his hopes. He
had been so intent on not being himself
misunderstood by Eleanor that it had not
occurred to him to question whether he
understood her. He saw how cruel his
Isusplcions had been. Il was q mean cur
to her from the first" he said, sand she
had a right TO despise me- Nv onlv ex
cu6c Is that was fool also, and did not
know what [ was doing" The hardest
part OF all was that the more fully he now
realized the worth of the heart he had
lost, the more surely be felt that it was
lost forever. He was humber as well as
sadGer man from that day forth
-Four years had passed since then, and
they had never met until this evening,
when they bowed to each other across
Captain Barrow dinncr-table in the cabin
OF the Gr0y Edgle. No one would have
dreamed, trom the demeanor of either,
that they were other than strangers.
Eleanor looked pale. and said little to
any one-to Philip nothing She seemed
rather weary and indifferent, and retired
early. Philip talked, though it was with a
great effort. He did not address Eleanor,
but made himself unobtrusively agree
able to Mrs. Forester, talked science with
the surgeon, theology with the clergyman,
and drew out one of the captains beat
stories. Under cover of his efforts
cleaners silence passed unobserved; and
when she left the table it was with the
knowledge that he had shielded ncr
She hardly knew whether to be most
grateful for his kindness or angry with
him for presuming to offer it, But she
was ashamed of this feeling in moment,
and acknowledged to herself that his
conduct had been as full Of courtesy as OF
dignity.
I'll eanOr was much alone. Her deep
mourning dress protected her from friv0-
lous intrusion, and she would sit for bours
in her favorite place on deck, reading, or
looking away over the water. They had
now been more than week at sea. The
wind was favorable, and they were crowd
ing sail night and day 1t seemed to
Eleanor that they were making splendid
progress, yet she could not rid herself oil
q vague feeling that something was
wrong. The weather was fine, but she
noticed that Captain Barrow studied the
barometer with consta at and she thought
anxious attention. His manner, too, usually
30 hearty and free, had grown gloomy
anC distracted be was nervouslY watch
tul OF every little circumstance, and was
often in apparently anxious consultation
with lis officers. Something was wrong
with the sailors too There were whis
perings and lo4ks of sullen discomfort
and a perpetual sound of hammering and
carpenter work seemed to be going on in
some part of the vessel
1t was just before sunset of the ninth
day out Eleanor was sitting in her usual
place. The captain was standing before
his barometer, when Philip Armstrong
came by and spoke to him. They were
so near that she could easily hear what
they said, though her face was turned
from them and her eyes fixed on her book