The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-11-12
HARLOW WINTERS STORY,
BY RUNE BLUFF.

William. my boy, l must insist upon It
you must give 10 this habit. cannot allow
youso come home at all hours of the night
nd ofen fear in, to say the least, very
be-mu tdied state. More than this, / must
refuse absolutely to sanction your engage
meat to my little Emily, until you show by
your upright carriage aud freedom from
dissipation that am pot consentng to her
| lifelong misery"
| Thus spoke Mr.. Winter, a gray-hared
man with firmly cut lips. but mild eye and
benevolent face as whole. He addressed
William Coppley, a young man oftwenty- five
"a handsome. rollicking fellow, whom Mr..
Winter had adopted end educated. Emily
DAILY was also his adopted child. Both were
orphans. children of friends whom he had
known in his youth. He was q bachelor
and wanting something on which to spend
his wealth, he had taken them to his home
and had brought them up as tenderly as II
they had been his own
The two children were like brother and
sis er for a time, but after the separation
which their school life made, their affections
took tenderer turn and now they had asked
their benefactor to Bless their union. But
Win had learned to drain his glass In careless
fashion. Re liked to do as others did
anG the consequence was that he had several
times been assisted home by lis jovial COM
panions. He was not hardened yet; was
always thoroughly ashamed that he had not
stopped short of intoxicaticn, but had not
frmness enough to forego the society OF
those whose examples led him on. His
brow was dark when Mr.. Winter ceased
speaking, and he turned moodily to leave
| the room.
"Come back, WILL" said the old man, as
he reached the door; 'come back, and |
will tell you what suffering I have seen
grow out of just such beginning, and then
zee if you wonder that | tremble for your
| future.''
| He went back and sat down.
"'Tis story hard for me to tell, nv bow"
Mr.. Winter began, and he took hold of both
arms of he chair in which he was sitting as
| If to brace himself for the task, "but If can
succeed in convincing you of your danger 1
am willing to stir up some bitter memories
and live again through that sorrowful time.
II have never told you much about myself
bad one brother ; we two were all. NV
father and mother were not rich, aad We
two boys were the pride and hope of their
hearts-especially Charley. He was hand.
some and talented. Even IS a child he bade
fair to make brilliant man, and we all
learned to feel proud of him and 10 look
forward to what he would do. When he
had gone beyond our village school we sent
him away to bette" one. I felt that he
could do so much better than that | STAYED
at home and helped to earn the necessary
funds, and though felt the loss it was to me.
was happy in doing it because loved him
so. shall never forget his bright face
and frank speech as he grasped my hand and
said, You're a jolly good brother, Harlow
10 stay here plodding and send me Off this
way. But I'll do my best, so that it shan't
be for naught.' | was sufficiently paid then
In advance. stood and watched him as
he bounded into the stage, and I remenbe,
just how the wind tossed his chestnut hal,
into little wavy rings about his broad, white
forehead. He swung his cap in farewell and
was off.
"For long time oil went we'll. He was
outstripping our expectations, and 4 was