The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1875-11-18

ignorant, how ugly OF depraved person
may be, money makes them all right
What doesn't money dos It supplies
brains to the idiot, hearts to the heart
less. Obi money is king in this coun-
try. How was it in France. Miss De
Berri Z"
The color had faded out from the
bright, earnest face, but she met his eye
unfinchingly, and answered:
'Strange as it may seem, Doctor
Drayton, I heard no talk OF moneyed SUI
periority during my long stay in Paris,
and very little In this country, except
what have heard from you. The cur
rency most cared for in Paris, / think,
was true nobility. never met a gentle
man while there who was not at all times
polite, respectful, and even kind"
ssAnd that is more than she can say
OF American gentlemen" broke in Mrs.
Drayton, with less tact than she usually
displayed.
Miss De Berri flushed painfully, and
seemed about to speak; but she evident
" thought better of it, for not a sound
escaped her.
Doctor Drayton soon left the table,
and then Blanche broke the silence by
saying abruptly:
s'Mrs. DraytoD, / am going away
from this house this very day.
ssBut, my dear, where will you go?"
inquired the poor lady, distressed be-
yond description. "Your father gave
You into my care, and I must do my duty.
Can't you bear with John little longer
for my sake, child2 What has got into
him I cannot imagine.
't.He despises me, Mr.. Drayton-tha
is what has got into him; and it spoils
his home life. How many times have /
heard you remark about the sudden and
peculiar change in him all at once, from
kind to cruel, joyous to sad, polite to
rude. Some persons have just this in
fuence over others, and I seem to stir
up all the mud of his nature. He will
be his own self again after / am gone, /
feel quite sure"
1t took all day to arrange this matter
satisfactorily; out at last it was arranged,
and when Doctor Drayton sat down to
his late dinner no strain from Beethoven
or Mendelssohn foated in to disturb his
serenity. There was a strange emptiness
about the room that Doctor Drayton felt
without being able to understand.
"Where's Blanche 2" said he, as his
mother handed him his dessert.
ssBlanche2 Why, she has gone away.
Didn't you know that9"
"Gone away2 How should know ?
Where has she gomez On visit? For
how long"
| The words actually tumbled over each
other, bat Mrs. Drayton kept very cool.
| .sShe has gone away to stay, and she
had but one reason for going, and that
one was your constantly manifested ha-
tired toward her. If it had been any
thing else under the sun, I should have
insisted upon her remaining; but it was
as hard for me to see you insult her as it
| was for her to bear your insults.
(" I insult her? You talk like crazy
woman, mother. Wonders will never
/ cease so long as there's one woman alive.
I thought you knew me better than
that. !"
"You have acted out to her what you
have said to me about her, and am
more ashamed and grieved at your con-
duct than ever thought it possible 1
could be-.
"Miss De Berri was not well, neither, ;"
continued the doctor, taking no notice of
her reproof. s'And if she's not very
careful she will be down Ill for a long
time. You may not have known that
her health has been very delicate for the
past six months, but il has, and you'd
better lose no time in bringing her
home"
Mrs. Drayton found clue. at this inter-
view to the whole case I; but she made no
sign-refusing to furnish her son with
the ladys address acting precisely as
she had promised Blanche to do.
A few days after this, Mrs. Drayton
was called away most unexpectedly to
Canada, by the illness of her sister. Two
months passed, and during this time DR..
Drayton was alone, with plenty Of time
to think. Never before had he been so
utterly wretched. The light had faded
from his life, and his existence had mar
rowed itself down to professional tread
mill, out of which all enthusiasm had
fed, he believed, forever. fs
One morning the postman, with other
letters, left one for his mother which he
felt sure was from Blanche. He deter
mined to open it and find ont where she
lived. That she was engaged to Mr..
Forrest he felt sure. He had Fever for
gotten the flush on her face and the I'M
usual brightness of her eye as she bade
him adieu that night she had attended
the opera with him. Judge of his sur
prise when he read the following
.sMY DEAR FRHND-I have been very i'll for
the past six weeks and every day have longed
so for yonr coming. They do all they can for
me here, but it isn't bit like home The doc
tor told me yesterday that he considered my
chance about an even one for life or death.
Don't mind it, dear Mrs. Drayton. don't. !
have never been happy q moment since my
dear father died. Yesterday sent for lawyer
and had all my affairs settled in case anything
should happen. You know have nobody m
this world but you and yours, 80 have fixed it
that way. i wish Doctor John could see
met CFhis was the mothers pet name for her
son, and this the poor girl had used in quota