The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-04-30

over me how utterly foolish-nay, insan,
-such love was; and sat. down by Ii.
rickety little table. and, burying my fac,
In my hands, groaned aloud at my owr
T madness.
j She came close to me, and said in hel
lcoaxings pleasant voice;
I 'Chasahle, pray doat. Of coucse I for.
4 give you. You did aot mean anything
You are little over-tired, that's all. Pfay
I don't take it to heart. 4A
Nothing could be more generous, more
kindly, lady-like; hut I would not take
the indulgence Every tone of her liquid
voice fanued my passion; and burst out
again, rot looking ac her.
II did mean it. I do mean it. I love
you, fooIishly If you will, bat with all my
heart. How could you not see it. WIZ.
it has been heaven even 20 be near YOU
though knew could never win you-a
poor curste, without even enough to keep
himself. And you so ,r.so-"I choked.
l mas fairly crying like baby, with ny
face still hidden. II know ought not to
tell you. never merit to. 1t was
enough to See you now and then; but st
you 60"
"Poor fellow p she said, as pttifulIy as II
| had been Ms. Balls rheumatic grandson,
and laying her little glnved hand on my bow>
ed head ''I'm SO sorry I never guessed it,
indeed. OF course 1t was very foolish and
how you could-but you'll soon get over it,.
Her well meant consolation only stabbed
me more keenly. The rain fell In constant
"spit, spit down onto the hot Goals. a man
gy hen sauntered into the room and comenc
ed picking at my heels. The wet from our
two umbrellas trfckled together in little
pool on the muddy foor.!
II would give my life to win you.' | sob
bed out, ashamed to lift my head land |
cannot, cannot"
mo, you can't" she said, firmly Then af
ter 3 moment. in which did not speak, III
think had better go away"
Another silence; then in softer tone:
Don't cry. Please, please don't. I'm
not worth it bit. and I'm so sorry! Oh
you poor boy wish you would MT am
SO very, Very sorry |"
Tho aoa vf, ~ 6puorc ntidoJ frarn -, ~ had -
the hands which covered my face. felt their
kindly clasp tor second then light, gene
tie touch. like the brush Of rose leaf on my
forehead, and-she was gopel
Before could reach the door she was al
most at the entrance oil the alley, and I knew
had lost her--lost aer forever, IL
| went home that day feeling like man
who hal passed through heaven and lost it
forever. Only the touch on my forehead re-
manned to save me from utter misery. II
had had one grain OF common sense. might
have known that it. was the seal of my con.
demnatlon, tn surest sign that she did not
and could not love me as loved her, for one
single moment; but I was mad-mad as
only man who loves vainly can be.
telegram was lying en- my lodging house
table. did not even notice 1t till evening
II was too wretched but when the girl
came in to lay the cloth, she pointed 1t out
to me, and tore it open. 1t was from my
MOI her, summoning me to Chichester on i'm
portant business. OF course buried off by
the first train on the following. day: on my
arrival was informed that the rector OF FAR
leycombe-a pretty. rural village about three
miles from tBibchester-was just dead; and
my mother had prevailed with the patron. an
old odnirer of her own, to offer me the liv-
ing.
AID income Of six hundred year mine In
one day
or course !. had to stay some DAYS In Bib
chester to settle some Matters. Nearly ten
indeed had elapsed before returned 10 town
to id adeu to St. Stephens and seek out
Juliet. Yes come what might, had resol-
we'd to find her, and imulore her to try and
love me sufficiently 10 give up her gay Lon
don life and share my own comfortable home,
among the green and sunny Xentish hop.
fields. Naturally, with this view. went first
to Mrs. Bosely.
"An' you be goln' away, too, sir ~ cried
the dame, when told her the news.
SWELL, never Seems like as I'll be left
all alone an my rheumatics that bad my
legs is swollen right up, and the Precipitation
runs off me In streams. 1t do. Yes, sir, l had
toltake they things of the door, they die
make 1t 80 drafted 'eavy. an, stuff the air MP
SO /; and now Miss Julit's gons--God bless
lier-she won't take no offense."
''Taen she is gone ?" asked, half expect
ing 1t. and making up my mind to follow
her.
"Gone Ell, yes, cir. all the Italy, she and
her husban'; though whatsnmdeytr thew