The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1876-05-25

Hunter, landlord and proprietor, was
therefore not little surprised and fur
ried when, upon raw October after
noon, young man having great-coat
over his arm, a light bag in one hand,
and stick In the other, presented him
self at the bar of the ssGreen Dragon, :
asked languidly If he could be accom-
moaated with bed and sitting room.
"a bed, sir9" replied Mr.. Hunter, a
big man, with red face and gray hair,
eyes, I think we can manage to give
you bed.
"And sitting-room?" continued the
stranger.
A sitting-room," echoed the land
lord, in the tone of one who is consider
ing some great undertaking; "one min
ute, if you please, sir. and Mr.. Hunter
disappeared into little room immedi-
ately adjoining the bar, there to hold
counsel with some second person, the
upshot being that, in few minutes,
Mrs. Hunter, Miss Hunter, and few
Hunters just out of the crawling state,
issued forth, bearing respectively work
ing materials, socks in process OF being
mended, tin whistles, and decapitated
dolls.
" You can have this room all to your
self, sir" said Mr.. Hunter, triumph
antly.
"You really must not let me disturb
you," reioined the traveller.
"Don't you mention it, replied the
landlord, in tone which was at once
genial and confidential. stWe would
rot turn customer away from our doors.
You see, we do not have much parlor
company"
"And this is the only room you have
disengaged 2"
Well, yes, sir; this is the only room
at present-Susan Goals for the gentle
mans fire.
The traveller having as he thought
shown due amount of consideration for
the comfort of Mrs. Hunter and the
young Hunters, was glad enough to
enter the apartment before alluded to;
and to draw close to the fire the one
dilapidated armchair.
Arthur Seton, barrister by profession,
and literary by choice, was not really
more than thirty, though he looked con.
siderably older for the dark hair and
beard were streaked with gray, and the
face, with its regular, handsome features.
wore habitually look Of such Intense
mental WEAKNESS as would have sad
dened the most hopeful man had he
looked on it for long.
For some time he leant indolently
back, his hands clasped behind his head
at length he rose and took from his bag
locked up diary, which he opened, enc
awaiting himself of pens and ink which
stood upon the table, made the follow
ing entry
October II, 1874.-Got up late. Called OIL
the Brianstones; George was out. Had
pleasant chat with Annie went, like fool, tC
Richmond-and, like a fool, haunted the Wei
House. It looked just the same as in the old
dear days, but heard children playing IN the
garden The house is let, l believe, to cit.
people. Came back to London dined at thu
Pail Mall ; went to the club Got back t.
chambers late. Wrote a column 81 Re
view." weary, weary day. Shall l neye
know moments forgetfulaess?
He drew then from the leaves of tn
diary letter written in delicate fenai
nine hand, and addressed, sArthur Seton
ESQ, -, Gray's inn" This letter h
regarded with long, sad, loving look
then, resting his head On his hand, h
read it through very slowly. 1t ran a
follows
MY DEAR ARTHUR: If you will be so suspic
ious so Jealous, and exacting, cannot see how W
are ever to be happy. Faith without works /
dead and love without faith is no blessing
but weary burden. am tired OF cross word
and looks. Some women, / believe, Like tn
feverish excitement of quarrels, but l onl
wish for peace. This miserable, petty jealous
is quite unworthy of you. Do try and put
from you; and remember that love, one
wounded, is sometimes hurt past hope of re
covery Ireceived your article quite safely
but I cannot speak about it now. You hav
made me too sad, too weary, and even little
indignant. Yours affectionately,
ALICE CLAREF1E1D.
WE'LL HOUSE, RICHMOND, October, 1871.
He replaced the letter, closed Thu
diary, took up his pipe, and began
smoking. The early part of this ola.
had been fine and mild, but toward thu
afternoon the sky grew all at once leader
and the wind shifted to the northeast
Now the wind was rising and the rail
was falling-a cold, penetrating, impetu
GUS, determined rain. The country
which but brief while since had looked
so fair in bland October sunlight, nov
seemed a thing to shudder at. Th'
dun colored woods, wet and forlorn
seemed to have no hope of any return
ing summer, and to know the utter desc
lation of the end. It was impossible in
deed to imagine that in the green, soak
ing fields, where now a few cows wer'
budding together, and lowing diseon
solately, glad children could ever have
tossed each other in the warm, sweet
smelling hay the rain drove drearil,
against the window, and the wine
shrieked round the house, and occasion
ally Numbered in the chimney, and, q
the bar, where in spite of the We
weather, Mr.. Hunter seemed to be do
ing brisk business, for ale corks popped
continuously, and pewters 'clanket
audibly as the men set them down OF
the slab and the great wagons numbered
by, or drew up ponderously in front O.
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