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

curls which rippled back from the lovely
brow and snow white temples, and fall
In showers to the slender. One bare
white arm plunges the pitcher into the
spaIkllnd water, one slender hand. from
which toll cannot wear the dimples.
pushes the.glorious hair back, while the
lace Is turned toward the West-that
brilliant tinted face and deep unfathom-
able. violet eyes. She is hummiag little
tune to herself; her voice is wonderful Ia
It's sweet perfection, air is simple and the
words unintelligible, but the sweet
mournful sounds reminded me of thrush
calling to its mate in the stir midnight.
She raises the picther and puts it on her
hean, balancing itwith one hand. Was
ever Circassian more lair, Grecian statue
mole perfect, as, still humming, she turns
to the cottage door? Alb, old till, to
glance at you now, who would think that
feet of marvellous beauty had ever cross
ed you?
Grandma" | hear the ringing tones
yet, "here is some water, aud it is cold,
am sure, for | dipped It from the very
depths. Come, now, or our tea will be
cold" d
Now they seat themselves at the table
in the dusk, while old pussy sits in the
doorway and gazes out, too indalent
even to shake her head at the social:fy.
'My Nellie, you do not eat-are you
Ill ?" There is grave snlicitude in the
| kind old tones-they are always anxious
ana tender for some one or something.
"No, grandma" Then there is silence.
not such silence as broods now over the
old house, for a clock licked, and there
was an occasional rattle of wagons by the
door. Lellie brakes 1t ny saying,
want to tell you something, grandma.
"What is it, my child ?" She is very
fond of her granddaughter,and dotes and
leans on her with implicit faith. The
girl dot not reply untilthe last china cup
was In its place, and the dusky evening
had crept far along; thea she went to the
window where Goody sat knitting, til ough
she could hardly see nhe bright needles
cleaning midst the blne yarn, and seat
ed herself on stool, taking pussy in her
arms, laying her beautiful head upon
that dear old lap upon which sorrows
head had been pillowed with tenderness
SO many times. Dear granma," the
| pretty hands catch the old witherei ones
| and hold them fast, II saw Mr.. Kirby to-
day." The feeble hands wandered over
the silken hair in a helpless, piteous way,
but Nellie stroke pussy with firm hand.
"He has made me an offer at least. He
will give me vocal lessons, if I will
travel with, and sing, in his company.
a sound of weeping filled the room.
the mournfnl sound seems yet to linger in
the grim corners, now mourning for the
bright days which ended that night
ooh, Nellie, Nellie, my darling, my
child, don't go! The house will be
empty without you. The sun will shine
in upon me in my loneliness, and life will
be to me but living death, am old
and feeble, my life is nearly told don't
leave me alone. oh, Nellie, Nellie" The
old lips tremble,t the withered hands were
extended, the SD eyes filed with tears.
"Don's leave me, Nellie, don't leave me
alone" She sadly repeated. in q childish |
pltful way
Suddenly the door blew open, with
just such desolate sound as it closed
With ust now. anl Summer whirlwind
made sad havoc among the flowers on
the table and tossed Nellie's hair, all
silken and soft, over GoodYs lap. A
firm step eounded on the stoop, and q
fine looking fellow entefed, with rich
complexion, brilliant checks, and such |
dark, bright eyes and dusky hair. All,
no, Ben was alwys welcome, with his
handsome healthy face and kind merry
ways, but his cheeks paled through the
sunbern.
"Goody Westerly" he said softly. She
reached out her arms to him. keep her
don't let her 60! Oh, my Nellie, don't
leave me alone!"
"Hush, she will not leave you," his