The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-11-19

some visit to Boston which Elsie was
accused of making with this gentle
man. &
Elsie's eyes flashed and her lip curled
as she read the miserable sentences
She would not deny them.
In few we'll chosen and Just words,
she released her lover and the next
day the neighborhood was electrified
with the information that Elsie Gorham
chad run away with her brother-in-
law"
"This is my brother and his oite,"
said Elsie to Belle, as, two figures came
forward from the darkness; !" and we
have come home now to stay. I have
found out the person who wrote those
anonymous letters, Belle !-have the
clear proof in my pocket this. minute"
=" Who was it?". gasped Belle. e ,o-
:" Maude Flanders, " was the quiet re-
| ply. "Oh, Belle, continued the young
lady. 81 came up to your house lit
tie while ago hoping to meet you as you
came out, and there was William in the
kitchen. Did he know me, Betty?", s
eyes, chuckled Betty, "and knew
you, too, and begun to see daylight"
81 shall lead the choir tomorrow, as
I used to do, Belle. The minister and
organist have requested it" And the
tone of womanly exultation, showing so
plainly what the poor girl must have
suffered in her seif-imposed exile,
brought the tears again to Bellies eyes.
"Don't tell a SOUL" she continued.
"Of course you will all come to church. !"
Belle understood what "all " meant
and promised that all should be there.
My singing doctrine is the correct
way back. "Now, just see if that gal
don't sing Mister William right into the
k1ngd ON of love again tomorrow morn
ing-before he's had chance to hear
anything about the circumstances of
her coming back. Music'll ala0oys do
it. IF she'd sung in the beginning,
instead of being SO sulky, they'd never
a been parted. I'd pipe up tonight
myself only the old folks would know
there was something in the wind"
The next morning the Seymours and
their guest, Miss Flanders, took their
accustomed seats in church. t54
On the other side of theaisle, directly
opposite, was the Harcourts' pew, and
all present.
William sat between his father and
Belle, and it was with the greatest sat-
isfaction that the aforementioned OBJ
served the maneuvers of their neigh
bors to attract her brothers attention.
Idiot !" whispered Belle. M
What did you say ?" asked Will in
nocently leaning toward her.
" Nothing only I'll be even with her
yet !'-this was significant nod.
"Who is her, Belle ?"
"Maude Flanders-who else ?" was
the reply.
The voluntary commenced, William
bowed his head, and Belle knew that
memory was busy with her past.
Just then CT know that my Redeemer
liveth" turned every head in the house
toward the choir. The tones were
pure, sweet, firm and powerful.
Will Harcourts face was ashen pale,
but he controlled himself by mighty
effort, and grew calm as the familiar
voice opened again the doors of his
! heart.
Betty was true prophetess-the
song had done the work, and new ex-
plantations were of no account.
The minister and his wife walked with
Elsie to the door Of her house, and just
as they turned away William Harcourt
asked for admittance.
!" Can you ever forgive me, Elsie, he
asked.
With my whole soul p was the fer
vent response; and then and there they
were betrothed anew.
eff you want to succeed in this
world" said Betty, "and get into the
next right side up, be sure to travel on
| With q SONG "