The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-09-05

the events Of the evening, and school nv
heart to bear my bitter disappointment,
without outward sign of the struggle 90
inc on within. Then without. trusting
myself to read again the words which had
brought me so much happiness ard sor-
70 N, | took the letter from my pocket
and holding it ia the blaze of the lamp,
watched 1t as it slowly burned to ashes i
the black remains, marring the bright
surface of the little stand.
Three days passed Frank I thought
must ,be we'll on his journey when on
the fourth, Lu coming home from school
brought me letter The superscription
told me in moment it was from Frank.
Should / send it back unopened? NV
wounded feelings dictated a better
course; but thought may there not be
some mistake, elss why the second mis-
sive? And yielding to tho impulse of my
heart, sought my room, and with trem-
| bling fingers, tore open the envelope, and
| had wronged him, yet filed my heart
with glad rejoicing, like the notes of some
swset melody. He wrote:
ALICE:-I have delayed setting out on
my journey for several days, in the hope
of receiving an ar swer to my letter, which,
am confident you received, but for some
! inexE licable reason have not answered
And now, weary with hope deferred, I
am leaving you and the happy Joyous
scenes of my boyhood. Where my des-
tination may be know not, neither does
it matter, since the bright dreams have
INDUCED in for years have vanished and
left but the dark reality and olden mem
1 cries IN its place. Il may not have seemed
manly to you to transfer my thoughts and
feelings to paper, instead of boldly seek
ing you and telling of the love bear you;
| yet, when, evening after evening, [ found
another engaging the attention | sought,
whose accomplishments and personal APP
pearance but made me feel more keenly
the awkwardness of my manner, I could
not summon the courage to tell you what
was ever uppermost In my mind. And
now the hour for my departure draws
near, and I am looking for the last time
perhaps for years, on the loved objects so
interviewer with the happiest period of
my life, and feel like gathering them all
in my arms and bearing them away to
share the fortune the unknown future has
in store for me. But must do away with
these thong hts and look bravely forward
for you know, Alice, my old home is
heavily mortgaged, and | have failed to
find sufficient employment here 20 aid me
in liqudating the debt; SO l must seek
other quarters and more liberal income
before it is too late, for it would break
poor mothers heart to leave the home she
loves so well, where she came young and
happy bride, where her children were
born, and where every shrub and flower
speaks Of the love and care of hand now
cold in death. The orchard our father
planted and little Minnie's grave ID the
cOrHer, where the daisies bloom and the
blue forget-me-nots nestle in the tall grass.
No! it must not be. VIXEN | think Of
these passing into the han Is of strangers,
feel that can endure any privation, la
Dor night and day with such home for
my reward. IF | . ~ felt confident of
your love, Alice, and might cherish the
remembrance of your sweet face and sun
ny smile in IN. Y absence, all the dark clouds
would be cRaa. ID away, and the bright
sky of contentEn ent smile It's benedlctlon
on the labor of love am performing
But [ am leaving You without one kind
word of adieu, or an response to the out
pourlngs Of the tendel love feel tor you,
but by the memory OF the. glad days Of
the past, / wish the co. nlng years may
bring you naHghs but h applness. And
now, goodbye and God y less you, and
remember, when otheus faia, you Will al
ways find friend iaa
FRAN X .AsHBY."
How I had wrongrd him /; t he true ten
haF - loved
him. And he was gone, and must bear
the pain my pride and an0tht'r's treachery
had heaped upon him. L pres sed passion
ate Kisses upon the loving words, and
folding the letter, put it aw ay, feeling
That some day, he would knO W all; and
face to face we should know ca Gu others
hearts Alright. That was four ears ago
he is at nome again. Iwond er is his
heart like mine, unchanged or as some
new face crept into the niche o, coupled
and other scenes and associations b anisneC
the thoughts Of by gone days?
Alice child, what has come over you :?
1t was my mothers voice that re, called
my wandering Thoughts: and I t, TneC
with q blushing tell tale face to NEE t he
loving, anxious lcok.
Il was saying she went on, "tha
thought Frank would be here this ev en-
ing, as we are among his Oldest frien d.
thong why he never came to bid L
good-by, is more than cen imagine n,
less Henry Werner was the cause Of It. -
hope do not misjudgo him, but I canno,
help the thought intruding whenever
think of the subject L wonder if he has
changed much" she continued, evidently
meaning Frank. -i "a T'
II cannot imagine he has," I said, look
ing earnestly out of the window, to avoid
her gaze. sa ala
81 used to think Alice there ,uaa