The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-06-05

i The young authors life was not biighte1
On him, like nightmare, sat subtle
sDirit, self-Qpestioning, self-criticising.
He was disappointed. A bitter spring
hal come into bis way, and by its side he
i walked, his eyes bent downward ON it,
pondering the evils of his fate, tryiny
with cold philosophy tn believe them
no evils, assuming to despise them. vet
| resenting with bitterness in his own secret
heart.
"Phillip, look at this. Harry brought
great lot at this. Harry brought me a
great lot of them, and this reminds me of
i the old home" said his sister, lie me-
chemically took the picture of little
child which she put into his hand As
like as not, he would emile and put it
down with careless glance. Things that
other people looked on with interest
we're matters Of chilled indifference to
Phillip Grew.
Yet he looks at the child's face that
has been brought before him; insensibly
smile breaks upon his lips in answer to
this sweat chlld's smile. He, who is q
critic, knows it is no chef d'n0re, and has
little claim to be looked upon as high art;
hut for once Phillip thinks nothing of the
execution. He catches likeness, ard as
IN real countenance he gazes on this.
! These sweet little features seem to move
before lhim with the throng OF uracitu US.
chlldlike thoughts of the great eternal
simplicitIes that come nearest to an.els
and children.
This man through his intricacies and
glooms, ca Ches spr an instant real glimpse
nf what that atmosphere must be through
which simple hearts look up into the IN
doubted heavens, for scarce summer
cloud could fl rat between this child and
the sky.
He moves C. the corner table, where
. i many other things akin to this. He
takes one in his hand A mans face; Is
this rot portrait! The wind is tossing
back wildly the carls from its high white
brow, and out of a he IVY thunder-cloud il
looks down darkly, doubtfuly, with a
look you cannot fathom. He lifts another
and another. They are varied, but his
eeu eye perceives that evey face among
/, them which mans bears the same fea
tuIes, though altered, the same expression
through changed moods and tenpcrs
he sa ne sole face.
The room swings about him as he loo ks
Is it q dream or vision! What does l:
N an?
He has sunk upon one knee to look at
them rgain. What memory IS it that has
! preserved its looks and changes so fifth
fully and long! He sees himself changed
In habi; and in aspect, with years added
aud with years taken eff, but he feels in
every one that his face IS his own.
Through secrets of his being which
himself had never guessed Tightening
eye had pierced like sunbeam, Bessie
Dean, Bessie Dean, little you wist, when
your pencil touched SD dreamily these
faces, which were but so many shadows OF
one 'ace in your heart little You wlst
how strange revelation they would car
. ry 10 another soul
Something has happened to Phillip;
he will not hear me-" said Clrrie to her
husband, when the guests hat gone. ale
makes no answer He never hears me
speak, but s'and1 like statue at the mir
ror, looking in his own face"
i ANOTHER YEAR.
The close of the year. Travelling
with his face toward the north is one way
iarer on lonely road over the hills. He
knows the way, buf Il is long To his un-
accustomed feet, and he is like to be be-
nighted. The sky Is cold and clear. The
wind IN wild, ftful gusts comes down
upon the trees. Selling them In sudden
cOnVulsinns. There is Anot house in
sight. SuddenIy-it may be but a pile
OF stones, anything--but there is some
thing on the edge of the road. Going
forward, the traveller fluids seated by the
tallen trunk Of u tree two chilircn--a
little girl drawing in to her side the
uncovered f1xrn head of ySungrr boy,
aud holding him firmly with her arm.
The little fellow, with open mouth and
close shu eyes, is fast asleep, aud his
young guardinn's head DROPS on her
Dreaot. Sue watched long before she
yielded to it, but she, too, has f-llen
asleep.
The traveller, touched with sudden
interest, pAuses and looks down upon
chem. WHAT arrests him that he does
not wake them? What makes him pause
81 long after his previous haste2 Yes,
took closer. The pale faint light has
n It deceived you; neither has the memory
winch holds with uuwnnted enaclty the
likeness at this face, for this IS indeed
the original. Sweet in it's depth of slum-
Der, its lips half CLOSED, its eyelash warm
upon its cheek, the same sweetheart You
sa W On the picture. the very child.
Nearly ten years old Is Nelly now, and
Il hari Cask she has to Keep little Charley
OUT of mischief. So helpless, yet in such
AN attitude of guardianship AID protec-
ton, the travellers eyes, IN spite of him
selt. fill with tears He is almost loath
% wAko her, but the wind rushes with
growing violence among the ca~ing
trees. He touches her shoulder, she does
not know how gently. She starts up