The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-03-05

llaQ gDne aW2V. Inere was n certain
hardness abou. HIM reserve most unlike
his former self. The old Ray would have
poured cut questions and explanations in
abre"yh; this one neither asked nor fer. d
any. He told her indeed. regarding his
mysterious disappearance, that hs had
been carried II ny a vessel ly'sg on be
coast, but not hing beyond, not a wori OF
his life in all that time sinre then. Nor
did he seem curious about tue delails of
bylvta's life; he lis eRea but nsked no
questions: ba heard of Col. Darch4s,er's
death without her comment than that
of ar is"ltferept acquaintance. Was it
aay secret resent: Was it the iusensiblc
estrangerrent which se arstinu too often
sets between even he fnnGest heart {?
Syria could not uDdt md the change.
but she felt it all the same and sho we
| It's re ctOn in her own manner. No one
would have taken them tor other than the
most undemonsi rAtive pair of friends, ar
dreamed mat tn sc two had encs ,.arted
with aching hearts
That was what the old, passionate re-
nance had snDslded lnto--a quiet, com
unnp.ace sorr Of friendship, tnnt m,ght
lseemlugly have been broken e at any
moment without pain t. either. They
saw each other constantly, but never y
word was spoken betwexa them, aud still
Ray c"nfinutd equally silent about the
past and tu ure. Sylvi, knew that he
had other society than hers; she had
beard especially OF certAia Helena
Rivers, who had been fellow. passenger
on his return voyage, bat shs had not
heard it from him; it vas only by lie
merest chancs that Miss Rivers name
cams to be mentioned De ween them
Sylvia hal just opened a book she had
brought home, and, turning to look at tbs
frontiapiece, gave little exclauati n.
"Wny, TINT in like"
"Well," said Bay, rs she stopped, "like
whomg"
Like Miss Rivers, taink," said Syl-
via, h Ddlng him the book "Ts it no'?'
Ray just glanced at it. Yes there is a
reese "a blance," he said; then, after q mo-
msnt, "you know Miss Rlvers. :hen, Syl
viaf'
Il have seen her once or twice, when
was giving Alice Eeaten her mus'c les
son." answered Sylvia. ''che is related
to the family. | behave"
"Ah!'' Ray pushed the book aside. then
with kind of bitter recklessne ss. ''Sy lu.a,
said he, suppose q ne'er.d do we'll. wh'
has made failure of life generally faune
y marriage with Such girl az that 0l
the cards, weuld you adv him TO tr,
lis chance?"
Sylvia did rot reply for moment, con
scious Of the eyes fixed on her; then,
Ing the book again, she said with smile
why, not2 she is very pretty and yer,
sweet"
Every pretty AMI very sweet" repeated
Ray, IN the same half.mncking tome
Two excellent reasone; put there is
third, that she is also very rich you ss,
nothing about 'hat?"
Not to you, Ray" answered Sylvia
quietly, looJlng up in his face.
There cane sudden light into Ray
eyes, under which SyiviA's sank it; wa
like the old time. But he did not spea k
and. after pause, she began again, will
kind of timidity: but, Ray, why
sa 'uld you talk about ma king failure o
your life? You are only tweaty.slx; II
that, too late 70 begia over again. and d'
all you once dreamed of doing--if yol
still care for arts"
"Art!' repeated Ray. ~ turned my
bsck on art years ago for tho s Ike OF For
tone-who, in reward, turned her back
en nae" hs ended with hard laugh.
But is it too late?" urged Sylvia.
TRY once more,snd win them both, Open
your studio again, and set to wo.k--vitil
Miss Rivers face, for inspiration, if you
like" sne added with smile.
/ Admirable advicel" said RAY, mock
ingly ''Shall We sch the wedding~bel,
ringing? Sylvia broke sff suddenly
why do you say such thing as that
to me! You must know that the enly
face ever wanted for inspiration is the
face am looking at now"