The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-04-23


have been happy now-as we were before. |
@ Horace, am the same Margaret whom
you loved so dearly an hour ago--only al
little hour ago--so dearly, you said so
dearly! remember it, remember every
word. You missed me every minute Of every
hour of our separation, you said-O Horace,
remember that, and take me back. See how
Ihave loved yo". If you had-had even
done what have done, tempted by your
dove for me, should have wept and prayed
for pardon for you, and conforted You, II
think; and chung to you and pitied You
but saever ceased to love you-never, never
" o my husband, let 1t come slowly !; love ne q
little-just liStle-until l can bear Its being
taken all away |" o
pushed my hair away from my throbbing
temples something was burning In my
head, and the noise the sea made in rushing
over Elsie's face was deafening me-deafen.
ing and binding me, for could not see Hor.
ace now nothing but a dark, still shadow
and between it and me, girl with long wet
hair and ashen cheek.
20 Horace, take ne back We can he
happy still-we know it, we have proved it
you have often said 1t. You can forget this.
mad forgotten until you brought me here
tonight, and that wave came rolling to us
and left her face-Horace, Horace - the
words we've an eager whisper now-"take me
up Horace I am dying here dying at he.
feet and yours Or-or am-I-maa
He raised me from the grass, without a
movement of his white and rigid face.
Il Will take you to your home," he said.
sand after that wish that I might never
look upon your face again.
wing, Horace ?" l whispered, with vacant
smile upon my parching lips; ''we cannot
De separated AID We are married .
you know; they cannot separate us.o
we are separated saosc," he answered slow :
V ?; separated utterly and for ever"
~ no, Horace, no % cried, appealing 10
aim once again with eager hands and ewes.
You Will take me back 1t was for your
sake did it, and you lave loved me since.
When was just what am now. You vain.
ca my love then. All, yes, know you did.
FOR that knowledge was my happiness. and 7
could not be deceived. You valued NV love
then; 0, take it now, my husband-my own
Rusoand, whom no enc can take from me-
#nen 1t is hundred times more earnest than
it has ever been before 70
could see bis face in the moonlight new,
and Knew there was no hope for me.
"Horace p cried, with such a cry as
might have reached to the cold dead around
us, "Horace-forgive -
Coldly he drew back from me, and then
Il laughed; laughed loudly and ehrilly
there in the silence OF the calm and beauti.
'iul night. But, when saw his stern white
face grow colder still, I wondered why had
laughed.
Nothing can separate US, Horace" {
whispered. trying to fix my vacant gaze upon
MIN, and smiling as | thought that my glad
low whisper must comfort him. "Nothing
can separate us now DON'T be frightened.
horace ;you are my husband, and Twill not
leave you. Did you dream that could be
SO cruel I was not half SO cruel TO her "a
that would be-"
lie turned from me, shuddering through
all his frame, and then knew that the love.
Which had been my very life. was dead for
ever. saw, in all its fullest, darkest horror,
the long anguish Of the life to which he
doomed me; and, standing still, took my
burning head within my hands and uttered
Shrek on shrek, until the silence OF the win
ter night waseall alive with sound, and the
beauty OF the moonlight vanished ia a great
black darkness y
v.
have been very, very i'll. wake to the
knowledge slowly, as I lie and listen to the
aU*hed breath and softened footsteps in nav
room. wake to it very, very slowly, dream
ny wonderful dream the while,
lam lying In mysown room at home, and
Elsie sits brside my bed, just as she did when
was i'll once IN the old past-so many wears
ago and my father comes for tidings of his
Oh d, with his eyes dim and anxious. lust as
psed to see them In that far back time.
Horace is living with US, In this dream oil
mice just as he did then; and he, too. waits
fol t'dings, and comes to look upon me with
tslow step. All, II this dream may last
tie longer because, when awake. my
nneoa1a's face will meet me stern and cold,
as must through all the rest of my sim
sh@nowed life; and instead OF this bright
fat beside NY bed, will be the memory OF
th drowned head 1 saw beneath the wa
tel It 10 far better for me to be dying, and
dr. IN this dream, than to grow quite strong
an well, and raeet my misery again 1t is
VT beautiful, beautiful dream
I'm lying now Under the beech upon the |
Lawn and the golden leaves TALL softly one