The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-09-04

dences of sin and shame and poverty, and
is soon amazed at the contrast lg7Fr
| To a stranger. utterly aIonF and friend
| less as Ray Harland was, the city of our
love and pr de is lonely and forbidding
The stranger, with wealth at his command
can make his sGjourn pleasant and agree
able in every way; but one without must
anxiously seek for occupation at once.
/ II Ray had barely suficientvJfor present
wants, and could not long afford to be
lie. Day after day he sought for some
liah,t employment, that might give him
leisure, m oments to devote to his beloved
artd He wandered through busy fremont
and Washih, gten streets, Pausing some
time. to dwell upon the, beauties of art
and rare, irich paintings displayed in
the spacious windows. But in vain he
sought and hope,S, until his means were
almost exhausted. He even reduced lin,
self to scanty meals and the plainest foo1''
yet no thought of returning home or~sk'
ing for help. He had worked at bls easel
diligently and hopefully at first, mo one
had seem to recognize his talent, and lbs
modest little pictures did net sell. If he
had only wealth and Influence to bring
them into notice, they would be pro-
nouncsd "lovely," charming" And grace
many an elegant parlor and drawing
room up town. '2'
Ray thought this rather bitter, as ne
found himself at last glad to accept Of a
mental situation with meagre pay, The
first clouds were gathering about his
young, hopeful aspirations. He, longed
for his mothers gentle caress and wise
counsel; but he remembered his stern
father, and would send no discouraging
appeal to the home where want was never
known. ...,t.r aa...f4.. ..Irrr
And Rays was a lonely, troubled mood,
as be went out from his comfortless lOdg-
log room early ono Sunday morning for
walk. He wandered far away, until he
reached streets less densely populated,
more quiet and peaceful, with only now
and then q solitary traveller like himself.
AS he paused to look about hIm his at
tention was quickly arrested by the ap.
pea-ance of young girl (and but a pass
ing glance sufficed to assure one of her
rare loveliness) who carried with the ut
most care large boquet OF beautiful au-
tumn flowers. In all his walks about the
city Ray had never seen face so charm
ing in its innocent beauty. She appeared
about fourteen years of age,a slight grace
of curling, heavy hair, just shade too
dark to be called golden, eyes of the
darkest blue, fringed with long jetty
lashes, and features which seemed perfect
to the young artists wondering baze.
He could not take his eyes from the
lovely girl, as she tripped lightly along,
until, just as she was beside him, when
another passer-by carelessly brushed
against the rare boquet So shtly held,
and it would have fallen in the dust but
for Ray, who, by an adroit movement,
saved it unsoilcd. He marked her look
of alarm, quickly succeeded by one of re-
lief, as ne politely restored the flowers,
while the admiration he could not con-
ceal looked out from his expressive eyes.
ooh, thank you, thank you, sir, for
saving my flowers said the young girl
gratefully. 81 could not have caught
them, and Mrs. Lafayette is so particular
the least grain of dust would spoil them
for her! They are choice ones, too she
continued, looking them over to see if
any were disarranged; "the last Of the sea
son, so l could not have replaced them
J Ray made some commonplace reply,
wishing he could think of something
proper to say, and keep the lovely being
by his side for moment. Suddenly the
def little fingers discovered loosened
stem and drew from the boquet a beauti-
full white rose.
There" said she, smiling,"I told Auntie
Leonard this rose was hardly needed.
There is another like it; and am glad
| it is loosened now. for you shall have the
darling for your kindness, sir, if you will
accept it," and she looked up frankly into