The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-05-28
NOT LOST.

love as 1t was in the beginning, is now
and ever shall be, world without end.
For love is all things in one to US. |
is hope and fear and JOY and despair ; il
is truth and it is falsehood I; it's anything
in short, that you are pleased to call it
and it can represent the brightness of
heaven or the tlackness of perdition.
''Love is q melting of the SOUL"
It was late In the afternoon Of dull
autumnal day that group of young peo-
pie came chatting down the flight oil
stone steps leading from the door of q
cathedral church, in ap old Atlantic sea-
port town. They were members of the
choral society attached to the church,
and they mad evidently been there for re-
hearsa!. Within. this great building
yawned black and lonely, save in the gal
lery, where, over the organ, a gas.jets spun
rays OF light in the gloom, and the sound
of softly subdued voices broke through
the stiffness.
! The visible occupants were two, man
and a maiden-young. and with the cab
alistic word, lovers" cleaning, as did
the mysterious handwriting Of old on the
wall, on their foreheads. Robert Field,
the organist, was turning oyer some sheets
of manuscript music with an absorbed
air, while by his side Hester Heathers-
leigh, her pretty face full of anxious in
terest as she watched his movements. A
little shade of uneasiness wrinkled her
forehead now and then as she saw the
rent edges of angry clouds scud by the
narrowslit Of window giving to the east
where the gray sea lay tossing stormily.
"Tell, Robert /" she said at last, drop
ping her slim hand on his shoulder.
"Well, Rober5, what is it -
The musicians dark, serious face light
ed a moment, gloriously, as he turned
and took the little ungloved hand IN his
81 asked You to stay, Hester, because
wished to play for you some passages
from my new piece. | shall submit it tc
the society at Music Hall Tomorrow even
ing, and I want your opinion in ad-
vance"
The Yonng girl laughed a lit lie, rlp-
pling laugh Of gleeful enthusiasm.
my opinion why Robert, you kno
beforehand what that will be, 1t woult
be nothing but form asking it."
Robert raised the little hand tenderly
to his lips.
II know that love makes gentle critics
of US ALL" he said wisely. "Bat now
want you to forget who is the author o
the elody, and to exercise your judg
ment without stunt. Remember, too, that
love is the theme love which, wisely o.
unwisely, hopes all things, believes al
things, and endu-es all things unto the
end And then he turned to the organ
/ He played slowly at first. It was q
! lovely opening. full of strange, sad
chords, as if a soul were waiting some
where in the shadow. Then, as bright.
ness entered, the theme asserted itself.
Those wonderful tones climbed higher
and higher, expressive of a great faith
of fond, mad triumph, and bewllderine
IioY. On and on the chords swept; 1t
was as if a living chain oflight ran round
the world. ~.@ Fl
When hp had finished there was a 81
lence for moment between these two.
The lingering echos rolled back and
forth until one BY one they too escaped
into stiffness. Then Hester Heathers
leigh stopped, and, with quivering lip
and tear-wet eyes, reverently kissed the
the bowed forehead of her lover.
ooh, my darling - she cried. cit is 81
beautiful 7! am so proud of you. Who
taught you to play like that -
A proud and satifed smile curved
Robert Fields lips as he listened. "My
love for you, which is 80 great, SO all
absorbing that my music seems to be bu
a poor expression of it." II. .~..... -ns
\ Then lifting her head he gazed for
moment with wistful tenderness into tn,
rose-pi k beauty Of her small, swec
face. agatl sa41H sI .nHE1asfa
"You think it is a triumph then, dear
All, Hester, are yon sure you speak 70
the music itself, or only out Of tende
mercy born Of your love for me ?" ~AAAA