The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-09-26
THE BRIDAL WINE CUP.
From the North Western Advance

cried the young and thoughtlesss Harvey
Wood "pledge with wine, rang through
the bridal party. a4s rtstrfl3.sI L. ,-
The beautiful bride grew pale-+he de-
cisive hour had come. She pressed her
white hands together, and the leaves of
the bridal wreath trembled on her brow;
her breath came quicker, and her heart
beat wilder. er. aaa.tsrs. 10.
eyes, Marian, lay aside your scruples
for this once" said the Judge, in a low
tone, going toward his daughter, "the
company expect it, Do not SO seriously
infringe upon the rules Of etiquette in
your own home do as you please, but in
mine, for this once please me-"
| Every eye was turned toward the bri-
dial pair. Marian's principles were we'll
known. Harvey had been a convivialist,
but of late his friends noticed a change
in his manners, the difference in his hab
| its-and tonight they watched him to
see, as they sneeringly said, if he was tied
down to woman's opinion so soon.
Pouring trimming cup, they held it
with tempting smiles toward Marian. She
was very pale, though entirely composed,
and her hand shook not, as smiling back,
she, gracefully accepted the crystal tempt
er and raised it to her lips. But scarce
ly had she done so, when every hand was
arrested by her piercing exclamation of
0 how terrible !" zs 81
"What is it p cried one and all, throng-
cling together, for she had slowly carried
the glass at arms length, and was fxedly
regarding it as though it was some hide
Gus object.
"Walt," she answered, while a light,
which seemed inspired shone from her
dark eyes, "wait ana I will tell you: I
see," she added, slowly pointing one jew
eled finger at the sparkling ruby liquid,
"a sight that beggars all description; and
yet, listen; I will paint 1T for you if I
can. 1t was lovely spot; tall mountains
crowned with verdure rise in awful sub
Unity around; river runs through, and
bright flowers grow to the waters edge
There is a thick warm mist, that the sun
seeks vainly to pierce. Trees lofty and
beautiful, wave to the airy motion of the
birds; but there-a group Of Indians gath
er; they fit to and fro, with something
| like sorrow upon their dark brows. And
in their midst lies a manly form-but his
cheek how deathly; his eye, wild with
the fitful fire of fever. One friend stands
behind him-nay, should say kneels, for
see, he is pillowing that poor head upon
his breast.
Genius in ruins-O! the high, holy
looking brow why should death mark it,
and he so young? Look how he throws
back the damp curls see him clasp his
hands hear his shrill shrieks for life |!
mark how he clutches at the form Of his
companion, imploring to be saved. O!
hear him call piteously his fathers name
see him twiae his fingers together as he
shrieks for his sister-the twin of his soul
weeping for him in his distant land.
"See u she exclaimed, while the bridal
party shrank back, the untasted wine
trembling in the faltering grasp, and the
Judge fell, overpoWered, upon his seat
see his arms are lifted to heaven-he
prays, how wildly, for mercy hot fever
rushes through his veins The friend be-
side him is weeping; awe-stricken the
dark men move silently away, and leave
the living and the dying together"
There was q hush in that princely par
lor, broken only by what seemed smoth-
cred sob from some manly bosom. The
bride stood yet upright, with quivering
lips, and tears stealing to the outward
edge Of the lashes. Her beautiful arm
had lost its tension, and the glass, with
its little troubled red waves, came slow
ly toward the range Of her vision. she
spoke again every lip was mute. Her
voice was low, faint, yet awfully distinct;
she still fixed her sorrowful glance upon
the wine cup: .Iaj Z ta.r98 -att
at is evening now the great white
moon is coming up, and her beams lie
gently on his forehead. He moves not,
his eyes are set in their sockets !; dim are
their piercing glances in vain his friend
whispers the name of father and sister
death is there. Death-and no soft hand,
no gentle voice to bless and soothe him.
His head sinks back ! one convulsive
shudder-he is dead !" ..- ..,., -.t /.
A groan ran through the. assembly. So
vivid was her description, so Lnearthly
her look, so inspired her manner, shat
what she described seemed actually to
have taken place then and there. They
noticed, also, that the bridegroom hid his
face with his hands and was weeping. 5
| dead p she repeated again, her lips
Iquivering faster and faster, and her voice
more and more broken sand there they
scoop him grave, and there without a
shroud, they lay HIM down in that damp,
reeking earth; tba only son of proud
father, the only idolized brother of fond
sister. And ne sleeps to- day in that dis
4ouA oo,,n+.rr with M stone n v,oorI1 4bo