The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-07-26

g" And so, sir, this is your decision ?"
" Honor, father, forbids any other
g Do you mean to say, sir, that you
are engaged to the girl?"
Not exactly. I await her decision"
'Then you have proposed?"
ct have, sir. "
"And you are resolved to marry Miss
Cameron, and not Miss Dashwood?"
eff Miss Cameron will accept me-"
Very well, sir-very well. This is
your grattude-this your flial duty, you
self-willed ungrateful dog, in return for
She trouble I've had for you-the efforts
I've made to secure for you the best
match in the country. Here is a fine,
handsome, dashing young woman ; rich,
and belonging to one Of the first families
III the country, whom you throw aside
for the sake of pale-faced chit of a
clergyman's daughter
Father !'
"Don't father me, sir-don' t interrupt
NEEDN'T speak to me again Get out
of my sight but remember the day on
which you marry Lena Cameron you will
cease to be son Of mine. I'll disown
I'll disinherit you, sir, and leave all I
have to the new orphan asylum p
Such was the scene enacting in Squire
'Chester's parlor--a scene frequently pre-
sented upon the stage to sympathizing
and delighted crowds-an irate father,
portiy, red-faced and loud-voiced, with
hands beneath coat-tails, q la Pickwick
and eyes glaring wrathfully through
gold-rimmed spectacles upon hand
some and undutiful son, bent upon we'd
ding the object of his souls idolatry
against the wishes Of his father. Yet in
this instance it was no mere acting, but
on the part of each serious and resolute
earnest.
To add to the dramatic effect, at the
moment in which the Squires last
words we're spoken, fair, delicate
looking girl, who was about entering
the room, catching the sound of the
voice, paused an instant with her hand
on the door-knob, as if hesitating
whether TO enter. And thus it happened
chat she heard her own name mentioned
several times in connection with the
threat already mentioned.
She turned then, and glided swiftly
up the stairs to her own room. Lock
ing the door, she threw herself on a
couch, and burying her face in the pill
lows, remained a long time quite mo-
tionless. She dld not weep, but when
she at length rose her face was pale, and
her sweet blue eyes had a haggard look
of suffering painful to witness in one SO
young.
Seating herself at the table, she drew
toward her writing desk, and wrote as
follows:
DEAR Cousin PHILIP Since our interview
of yesterday have thought the matter over,
and come to the conclusion that it would be
best that we should not marry. Do not blame
nle-do not question me, ever. have reasons
which / cannot explain, but act as l think will
he best for both of us. LENA.
"Where is Miss Cameron ?" ques-
toned Philip Of the servant who had
handed him the note.
ssGone over to Elmwood, sir, to hen
aunt, Mrs. Page. heard her say she
would stay there until her return to the
city in a few days"
An hour after Philip Chester was on
his way to Elmwood. The path was
lonely, leading through sequestered
wood, and he was consequently surprised
when, at an abrupt turning, he came
suddenly face to face with a young lady
very tall, very handsome, and attired
in q rich riding habit and floating plume.
Philip lifted his hat respectfully, and