The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-02-15


only anchor of another near to wrecking
i God be thanked for. that human love
(which teaches the Divine? For the pow,
er which shapes the little acts and words
Iof common life into an angels ladder
whose top islost in cloudless heights.
Miss WarinG walked on now alone
at the turn of the road, she paused and
looked back. 1t was a q2iet scene-thc
winding street bordered by double rows
Of elms a century old; the white church.
spire cleaning through the clustering
green. On the right visible from her
slight eminence, stretched the meadows,
green and undulating embroidered by the
silver thread of The babling creek on the
left, rose the pine-clad hills, full of the
weird lights and shadows of sunset The
chestnuts were in full BLOOM, their long,
pendant tassels bright against the vivid
green of their luxurient foliage The near
hill-slopes were flushed with drifts of iau-
rel blossoms-some laughing children
were heaping them in their hands like
rosy snow.
The boy stood still where she had left
him, looking towards her, with the red
light, Midas like, touching his hair to viz,
id gold. Through all the years Of her
life she would carry his image as he was
shat night
She entered cottage whittier her err
rand had been to offer her services as
night-watcher with oDe Of her little schol
airs who lay sick. A neighbor having
been already engaged, Miss Waring beg
ged to stay,at least until she should come
1t was lace in the evening when she walked
home, and Mrs. Moss, not expecting her,
had retired an hour before. Che let her
self in with duplicate key which she
carried and went noiselessly upstairs,
where she lay, fot a long time sieepless.
but, at about midnight, sank into deep,
dreamless slumber.
Outside,the cool wind blew ftfully.and
dewey pearls strung themselves upon the
grass blades. Night, with her mysterious
processes of rest and growth, folded her
dark wings over all. a
'@ But withingthe old house there was q
braeath,a subtle stir creeping,but not Of
mice, III the wainscoting--a tickling, be-
tween the measured beat ofthc old clock
upon the wall.
A late foot passenger upon the high
way, started to see two windows glazing
redly on him through the darkness, like
demons eyes. Breathlessly he FASTENED
forward, and great shout tore the still
air. .at. ..
"Fire Fire !" s...
Mrs, Moss Ieaped from her bed in ter,
ror,at the thunderous beating on her door,
to see ore half The wall other room lur.
Id smoulderlng mass, which, even as she
rushed past it toward the outer door, burst
into liVid flame behind her.
The street was already full of half
dressed people.
miss Waring cried half a score of
voices. "Where is she ,"
mot here, she did not come home last
night" came from the widows pale lips
Thank God for that
And through it all the tumult, the
shouting, the hurrying steps, the rush OF
the destroying fire, she lay in that strange,
uH0roken trance Of sleep. No one could
reach her now the whole lower story of
the old house was one shell of fire,
which burst through mel
ting panes, and "A smoking clap
boarding. Men, Women,and children ran
almlessly to and fro, or stood as if fasciua-
ted, with their useless pals and buckets
in their hands t,asa
Suddenly, a cry Shrill, sharp, freezing
the very hearts blood of those who
heard! .r.t.I.s<..4 .... W..
She stood in the little gable window,
tie black masses OF, her hair sweeping
down. her white robe, her hands out
stretched In an agony of fear and entreat
ty. A deep groan of despair went from
the crowd below, seeming to her quick
ened senses to fail back from the leaden
sky with dull, hopeless rebound. She
understood all now. One thrill of dread
full angnishfrom the strained chords that
bind every human heart to life, and Mar
garet Waring was calm. v.g ses &.
In that supreme moment, she seemed to
have outlived the patriarchs. Life, with
all its hopes and fears 80 real last night,
seemed now long past and dreamy. Size
felt the breath of eternity on her brow.
Yet, with mysterious double-sense, she
was conscious of all the small details of
the scene. She saw the strange lights
and shadows playing over the horror.
stricken faces below, the vivid outlines of
the nearer trees against the inky sky be.
yond, even the t1utterlng of frightened
birds amid their branches. m
Some of the old Huguenot blood burned
in the, veins of this glrl: her sltnder
limbs were moulded of the pure stuff ou-
Of which martyrs were made An old
hymn Of her childhood sprang to her lips;
wild and sweet the quaint melody rang
out upon the air :
''' The lord is coming, is coming
In chariot of fret TA 3O@tf
Fly up my soul, to meet Him,
| On the wings of thy desire y
There is sudden movement in the
crowd, a focal gathering of all eyes
What do they see? ="
A boyish figure, appearing, no one