The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-05-28

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What GO you take me for r. Then notin:
her astonished look he made ferc
struggleifor composure; but his hant
shook like withere1 leaves.
"Why do you wish to 60 to him ?" he
questioned angryly. "He would not rec
ognize you-and it is ho place for you
E ct me take you home"
She snatched up her shawl and bound
it with trembling fingers about her shout
ders. 81 tel you | shall go to him." she
answered. q was to have been ais wife
and, living or dead, my place is now by
his side. You can come with me il YOU
like" And she few down the steps.
1t seemed an age to her, that short
time she was on the road leading to the
lonely house of Robert Fields widowed
mother and when at last, by dint of her
prayers and tears, she was suffered to ap-
preach the bedside, she looked down
onsagvery different Robert Field ffon the
one with whom she had parted in such
hope the night Def ore.
The bruises were chiefly about the head,
the physician said gravely,and even if he
recovered 1t was doubtful if his mind
would ever be sound again. Hester hear
him, and with a great sob fell on her
knees by the bedside Where now were
the brilliant aspirations, the tender hopes
the gay coursge and stout-hearted faith
of one short day gone by? Lost! lost!
Success SO near to him, and yet to fail.
Triumph so nearly won, and yet to pass
by on the other side. -af
Robert, O my Robert! Look up! speak
to me, or I, too shall diet" f7
All! but love remained. Love unchang-
ed and unfalteriug. This then was left
the blessing of a love which believes
all things, hopes all things, and endures
all things unto the end. -at..-
The drawn white face ON the pillow
did not change at Hester's cry, but under
the bslf-closed lids the dull eyes cleaned
feebly and the slender hand outside on
the eoverlet gioped helplessly. Hester
took his hand in hers, and then quick as
by some strange subtle instinct
rather than oy any demonstration of his,
she felt that the poor stricken senses
were trying to break through the dark
ness that enveloped them and make their
unknown want unders TODD.
Robert, Robert! what is it," she cried,
"whar is it that you want to make US un-
derstand?"
The helpless movement of his lips, the
helpless cropping of his fingers, were
enough to make one weep. Hester kept
her ear to his mouth. aa
What is it, Robert. dear? Tell MT
what is it you want?" 6
The stiffened lips strove with a mighty
effort to move. and this time one word
was feebly artlculated: "a atE
Emusic" .a
Hester looked up with startled ex.
clamation: aA #a&
Music! He calls for his nueic. Dc
YOU not hear? Where Is it? Who knows
about it9 Is it losts' she questioned
eagerly. sf.#t
Again that terrible attempt at speech.
The dull eyes opened wide, the feeble
fingers clenched themselves in Hester
land, and, with last mad effort of s.x'
piring, desperate strength, he raised him
self, and shrieked: efs~
my music! Find It'll Save III" And
then he fell back on his pillow like one
dead. a ea hH #7'
"You have killed him." said the ply.
sician, angrily, and at the words Hester,
with d moan, dropped down lnsenslble
Not deadl But when, after weeks and
months of painful! illness, he faced the
world again. he looked like shadow out
of The past But bent and aged, with
Scared forehead and whitened locks, the
wreck of his body was not the greatest
evil that had befallen hlm; for OF the
brilliant genius of other days not YES
tlge was left. Saddest OF all, the mlsar-
able ghost of his lost hopes haunted him,
and in the ruined chambers Of his dark
4. e. yare kwxy.