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

L5W JaDSllngs OlscOrQanC CnOrdS follow
ed, wandering and disconnected;then hi
. face changed, and, with terrible cry, he
flung his head down on his arms.
1 "Oh, Hester! tell me what it is | have
, LOST! Sometimes almost reach tit il
in my mind. something beautiful which
almost grasp, and then it eludes me and
fades away. have lost it now. Hester
Uesteri take me homei"
She kissed him and soothed him with
sweet womanly words, and when he was
more composed she led him away.
Soon after that they were married In
vain Hester's friends threatened and or
posed her. She YVES quietly determined.
"He loved me when friends and fortune
smiled on him, ''she answered them. HE
would have given me every great gift
which the world was ready to bestow on
him for love Of his beautiful genius, and
shall desert him now when misfortune
has overtaken him? Perhaps-oh, perhaps
sometime Hod may restore 10 him his lost
mind" Tears filled her lovely. soft, pa
thet:c eyes. "Is I dared to hope it-oh, if
I but might hope for if, how willingly
would give my lie to have it So"
The day before her wedding she re
ceived visit from Conrad Charters.
1T shall Not bti' be cried out vehement .
edo you realize what you are doin g
why, you had better far die at once, fol-
Robert Field is but little better than an
'dioJ'' a. WI.
And if he qoere an idiot" returned
Hester, bravely hiding her hurt at the
brutal words, even then I would marry
hlmiI love him, and if not one yestige
OF his glorious intellect remained | woul
be Robert Fields wife, and a proud one
too
And by God, believe you would,
answered Conrad, looking with a fond,
mad longing into the pale face, lifted so
undauntedly to his dark gaze. "Hester,
you will drive me mad. would to
heaven that Robert Field was dead. Why
did he not die that night last winter
and he struck his hand turlously on the
table in blind frenzy of despair.
"God knows it was from no lack OF
purpose in you that he did not die" re-
torted Hester spirjtedly. .t
She spoke at random, but Conrad
shrank away with a white face. The idle
words evidently hit him hard. They cut
close and sharp as steel in their unexpect-
ed descent, and wheeling abrup ~ about
he left her and did not seek her again.
They were married quietly, and after
that, in the tender security of his modest
nome, under the fond and cher1shlne care
of his wife, health and strength came
slowly back to the shattered frame Of
Robert Field.
Slowly, too, out of the darkness he be-
gun to wrench, one by one, the secrets of
his prisoned mind. Old melodies began
to shape themselves under his touch, dis
cordane and fragmentary at first but
gradually assuming symmetry and power
"Not quite wreck" he would sigh,
wistfully. "some day some good gendi
will unlock my prison door and set NE
free" .s s... ...+.
In the child that was born to them, a
beautiful boy who sang sweet music in
every tone of his childish voice, his pride
was great. He talked OF him. listened to
him, watched him dreamed Of HIM,
predicted future of which Bertrand was
t. be the perfect flower, the very golden
rose of JOY. So the years passed, and
sweet Hester Fields fair face grew
heavenly beautiful to see, with its tired
look Of patient waiting. God only knows
how her heart failed her now at times; or
with what fierce power she wrestled with
her growing doubts, and prayed for
strength to help her bear this cross whose
shadow fell even darker and deeper on
her young life. a3a sf sa
Had her love, then, been sacrifice in
vain? .... .s.at .e...-..-as a|esEe.
But one day the answercame! 9'
Returning one afternoon from long
walk, Robert Field stopped in the hall,
spell bound BY the triumphant strains of
some new and beautiful melody floating
through the rooms. His worn face flash