The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1874-04-23

And love it. All, how good it lie to
be nome with you again, my wife |"
ssOo you miss nae when we are apart,
then, Horace 81
Iasked it eagerly, yet I, knew we'll
mat the tiEe had come of which I used
20 dream-he lavished on me now far
more intensity of affection than he had
ever given to his first love:
Miles you p he echoed,' folding me
within his arms and laying his lips most
seaderly on mine. ''There is NO minute
In any hour of my absence in which
do not miss you, darling and if tried
to say how much I should but fail"
Because you love me so, Horace ,"
Because love VI 50, my cherished
wife,"
"You never loved any one before az
you'love mes"
II never have-I never can-love any
one as | love gu. my own beloved"
knew it go we'll but still loved to
hear him say it.
The moon was riding gloriously
through the frosty sky when we started
out together. Horace mad himself fag-
tened the soft turs about my neck, kiss
ing me as he did SO, and my heart beat
joyously and proudly as leaned on his
strong arm, aud felt that was very pre-
ciOus to him.
So earnestly and happily were we
talking, so perfect was the beauty of the
night, that had not noticed where we
were going, until We stopped before a
gate knew, and Horace bentIgto open
it.
1--WE Rave wandered here almost uucon-
sciously, my darling" heisaid "bus we
will go in and stand moment in the quiz
etnesa beside EIsie's grave In oar own
Intense happiness, we would not forget
her upon this beautiful Christmas night;
and its her birthday ltoo, you remember,
Margaret"
| shFank aside, and Whispered, mot to-
night-not on Christmas night NOT on
her birthday; but Horace gently led nae
on. until We stood once more together be-
side that great square stone beneath the
cedar" IL Was very chill and very gloomy
thase, and 1 crept closer to my husbands
side; very chill and very gloomy even
with his strong protecting arm around
me. Why had he brought me here, when
we had both learned ito forget, and had
grown 80 happy? If he would but speak
if he would but talk to me, and chase
away these haunting memories which
had not visited me SINCE in this very spot
be had told me how he loved me! If he
would oily tell me so again-loudIy, that
the words might drown this moaning in
my ears, this rushing of the sea about my
head, this cry of faint and dying voice!
| Why had he breathed her name at all to-
night and raised this awful memory
20 Horace, Horace, see the white dead
face p
| My cry had not broken his loag silence,
so knew it was uttered only in nv heart
| looked up eagerly, that the glance of
bis kind eyes might give me courage; buG
that drowned face had CONS between us.
20 Horace" l cried, cropping with my
hands, take 1t away take it away! Sh
would have you save her, and let me go!
Margaret, my darling, are you ILL.,"
heard the question in my husband
soft, kind tones, but there was something's
else l heard far more distinctly.
"Listen!" I cried, turning to face the
blast of wind which came sweeping over
the valley below; ''llsten!-listen!"
waited for its coming with my arms
outstYetched, and when the storm had
passed, and left me standing so, I fancied
death had spared me once again, as it bad
done at sea, and l knew why. That sto
ry was to be told to Horace here, oy the
grave where the voices moaned; now, be
fore that second gust came sweeping by
which had brought death before, and
might bring death again. The white
dead face beneath that stone cried out
for justice now the voices of the wind
and sea cried out aloud their accusation
l had task to d in the lull of thss
great storm, aud must do it. I drew
away from my husbands side, and stood
opposite to him In the shadow of the &C.