The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-09-18

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this, with it's numerous sketches and
adornments, to which visitors had never
been admitted; AID Sybilette's surprise
was not complete, until Ray unlocked a
door Leading to this, and again she saw
the picture which had 90 magnssicallv
attracted her attention. She understood
all now. 1t Was the mystic pawer of love
which had 50 wrought upon her life-a
power she fully realized for the first time
--and her dark eyes glistened with han
~ tears,ss she turned to meet Rays earn
est. steadfsss gaze. all his strong. irrepres-
sible love plainly written on his noble
countenance. ilai 5r5 sae ae..f, ~
She only said Rayl' in her lew, sweet
voice, but that one weird expressed ali
that his waiting heart wished to know.
He extended his hands, saying with rare
tenderness in look and tone, .Coms my
Synthetic" I aaH ssfd 81
Then his loving arms embodied her, his
rue heart piIlowed her beautiful head,
and to tach, the perfect bliss of that mo
ment seemed too exalted to be Of earth.
Holy influences gathered about them,
peaceful benedictisns descended like
bapsismal blessings from purer sphere
in that golden silence, before either spoke;
and heaven indeed was blending vito
their msrtal lives.
Presently Ray said. csresslng her shining
curls: "And yen have come to me at last,
my darling. Hsw long have prayed and
waited for this hour, when no language
can express the deep, sacred emotion Of
each hesrt. And yet the simple words, 4
love you. are sweet TO hear and speak.
Look in my eyes, Synthetic, and tell me
can you say the ssmef" 1900
And calmly she raised her eyes, and
softly spoke, ~ love ,eu, Ray"
"Now my life is fully blest. Oh, Sybil-
ette-my own torever-that must have
been some higher guiding power which
bsde me paint picture, whose every
stroke was fraught with love and hope
for you. No wonder that it drew you,
darling, by the subtle magnetism VIII ch
mHued it. That was my only hope of
finding you. 1t was here that I painted
it, and this room has been sacred to you
SybiIette. Here pure and lofty influences
seemed u gather ABOUT me as they do to.
night"
Sybilette's gaze was fixed oa tho paint
ing again. III shall always love that pic
ture, Ray" she said musingly. "It must
have been my darling. wa:chful mother
who guided and impressed for could
not possibly have remained in New York
after dear Aunt Leonard left me. Yes, it
was your deep love, and her gentle ihfu-
ence, which drew me SO strongly back to
Boston. Do you remember, Ray. my
childish faith in my spirit-mother?"
81 remember every word of yours, dear
And now, have learned to sccept that
sublime faith Tor myself 1t has already
frightened many a lonely hour. and given
nae courage to wait and hope for your
coming. Now, it will be doubly blessed,
since you share it with me"
But we linger too long, perhaps. It Is
unnecessary to transcri5e every lovers
conversation. The story, old, yet ever
new has been often told in rhyme and
rrose, and by dear mortal lips, now tor
ever sealed.
And Ray will soon accompany Sy bllette
to her boarding place, where her friend is
awaiting her return. But Nellie will
miss her gentle companion very soon, for
Ray cannot allow Sybilette any more
days of toll and care, now that he is as.
sured of her love.