The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-12-03

nc uaU GOING nome TO ole J.!
"ls this my husband - I murmured. in
tone of awe, as looked upon the strange
face.
"This Is what they have left you of him."
said he smiling family and hid my face
in his bosom.
Where is my boy ?" he whispered, smooth
Ing my hair with his bony hand.
l went for little Frank, and held him up
while bis father folded him in his arms.
The little fellow looked into the white and
bearded face with a straight earnest gaze,
and then his eyes filed with tears, and his
lips began to culver, but 1t was with pity,
not with childish fear, for he put up his little
hand to his fathers mouth oaressingly, and
said 'Papa sick T.
Next day the doctor came. He sat an
hour with Frank prescribed cheerfulness,
quiet, and generous food instructed me 10
the duties OF my new office as nurse. for
would have no other F; pressed Franks hand
cordially and leftl the room. followed
him to the door.
"How long can he live r. asked.
The doctor shook his head.
"All will depend ON the care You take of
him, Mrs. Morcton With such care as l
know you Will give him he may survive q
month, or even two. But could not prom
ise him a week of life. He has had a hard
time. Damn the Williams They'd be torn
in pieces like carrion If l had my way with
'em p
When went back to. Frank. he asked me
what the doctor said.
Don't conceal anything from me, dear
wife," said be, "There is no need, am ready
TO go.'
Then told HIM, and he smiled. There
was peculiar light in his eyes as be turned
them on me and iaid "Mary, 1 shall live
till spring.
"It was October then. So many months
of life yet 1t seemed like priceless boon
Nearly half year to live Oh, what world
of love should be crowded into that time |
And believed him, too | don't know why.
but did
The winter rolled by slowly, and be did
not die. Sometimes L would feel q wild
hope that he might recover, and be would
see 1t shining in my eyes, and would smile
and shake his head in answer to the unspo-
ken thought.
"In The spring. he said, very often-'in the
spring, | shall die
The sprR.g came to soon. The robins
began to sing In the sunshine-the starting
came to his old nest in the apple tree by the
wal. Sometimes Frank would bid nut open
the window so that he could hear the plain
tive note of the bluebirds and the twitter
of the sparrows under the caves. Wrapped
in heavy shswls, and sitting In his great
! armchair, be would gaze out OF the window
with his dreamy blue eyes, till he seemed 10
forget that was there.
"They are getting ready" he would MUIR
muir. Il shall hear from them SOON"
Thought he was talking of the angels.
"Whut do you see out there, Captain
Frank ?" asked DR.. Thomas, one such day
as he entered the room.
l.
Frank. "There will be grand nows from the
front very soon. That is what l an waiting
| tor"
Then we understood him. The window
| ooks toward the south, and commands a
view of the read leading to the village, ten
miles away. And it was there be sat when
| he died. You mist know that here on the
| Heights we get the news but once a week.
We are on no high road where travellers pass.
| The half-f ozen farmers who live on the
heights with US, like US, go to the village on
Saturdays, the comm on market day. Then
we get the weekly newspaper which is is
sued in the village on Friday morning, and
contains all of the events of the week that
is past
Frank slept none ON Thursday night and
Friday morning early he asked that Phillip
be sent to the village for the Republican.
1t was afternoon when Phillip returned.
Frank sat by the open window, gazing earn
estly down the road. 1t was beautiful
day. The air was bsimy as in June, and
the birds were flying about and twittering
joyously in the trees. Presently Phillip
came in sight around bend in the road.
He was waving the newspaper In the air,
and SCENE to be shouting something, but
we could not hear. The orchard shut him
from view o minute after, and ran down
stairs to meet him at the gate and get the
Republican.
"Eooray ~ cried Phillip. Victory !"
deyoured the news with quick eyes, and
then ran up stairs to Frank, and knelt by his
chair.
sDear husband" said I, 'ithe news is grand.
Do you think you can bear to hear it -
s'Mary," said he, II shall never be stronger
than am this hour, 1t is my last. Tell
me the good news. / have waited long for
it!'