The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-09-17

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Ing chez ks. Ben followed her.
Nellie. you are not gong to leave tina,
poor old woman? God will not suffer il!
Tnink of her alone,and p,ourning for you.
what will fame, or mony, give you then 2
what will appease your conscienceg"
She tossed her head until every curl
treMbled and shook as the dew fell up,
IT. What, indeed? Fame shall ease nv
conscience; fame, glorious, bright, immor-
tall
Mole, you think love you?''
Of coDrse she did. Ben had ALWAYS
visited the little house nestled amid the
oaks, and she looked upon him as her
own property. True, no word had been
spoken, but dark eyes are very expressive
and Ben's had told great deal; still this
question rather discount ed her.
Tell me, NeIlie" HIS stern tones sur
prlsed her into trouthful reply.
"I-I-don't know; ! suppose so.'
A swarthy flush verspread the tanned
face. Nellie, you are mistaken; you
have taken my love for gra nted, though
have given you no cause to, and it has
been your own vanity that has led you
into the mistake. am going to marry
Aggie Cranston."
Oh. Ben, how could you have been so
false, when she was all the world to you !
The white rose wept In the foggy mist.
and the oaks sighed softly in the starlight
but, Nellie, thought her heart was break
ing, spoke no word, and the gloom gather
ed faster, and the fog rolled thicker, and
az awful silence brooded over all for a
moment, then penitert Ben put out his
hand. A thorn pricked ii, and he drew
1T back bleeding, leaving the white rose
stained with crimson blood. Then be
spoke very softly, that poor Goody might
not hear him:
"Nellie. where are your" But not less
silently was the question answered then.
than it is now: He went back into the
cottage. Goody was weeping by the
window. ~
Where is Nellie?'' he asked.
"Gone to her room," was the reply,and
ne went ous again, where the honeysuckle
was whispering sadly to the night. He
wrote on slip of paper, Dear Nellie,
forgive me. What told you is false.
You must know it is. OF course love
you madiy, wildly, Meet me tomorrow
by the vine aud tell me it you love
Your BEN"
de handed it in to Goody through the
open window" "Give it to Nellie in the
morning." he said, and hastily turned
away. But Goody's hands we're feeble.
and grief bad robbed them of their
wonted strength, and the paper flutter-
ed from their weak hold, and hid itself
In the c!amberipg vine, while poor Goody
scarce noted in her sorrow its loss. and
When she wentto her chamber she did NOT
know that'the power to keep her darling
home had fallen from her hand. and was
lost In the vine that loved one had train
ed.
Morning dawned fair, and bathed The
old house with tender and golden light.
Poor old Goody! Children have been
taken from fond parents, and mothers
from their offspring, but few are left
alone to suffer. "all alone" as the poor
old createre was, as she rocked in that
little chair, and wept and moaned. Yes.
nellie was gone! The springs calm
water was disturbed no more by her
white hands splashing. in it. until the
'unbeams forgot themselves, and turned
'he waters into jewels to wreath those
arms; the white roses bloomed
n silence but no laughing ha nd plucked
heir petals, and strewed them in mock
respect before Ben's feet; the honeysuckle
1rooped lower and lower; no willing
hand forced it up. The glory OF The old
louse was gone
How quickly time flies, and what
delight clecks take in hurrying the
econds away, with their suddening song
'one lessl one less!' Ten years seem as
Nothing. grain of sand in the ocean, and
7et what change they wrought in this
'oor house, stealing all its shunshine and
glory away, and leaving it falling, old ,