The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1877-06-28

chair, Anthony" Mrs. Stanley remarked,
as the party stood on a low cliff over
hanging the waters beneath, bathed just
then in the soft purple Of sunset. "It's
only about yard from where we now
are"
"The armchair y Miss Erskine said,
in surprised tones. "What can you pos.
sibly mean, Bianca?'
CA perfect armchair" was the reply,
carved out of rock by that slow old
sculptor yonder, the sea. Anthony and
I discovered it about month ago.
They reached the spot presently, and
| found the curiosity Blanca had men
tioned-a mass of rock, so worn by the
immemorial action of the waves below it
as to bear an exact resemblance, legs
omitted, to an exceedingly comfortable,
commodious armchair.
Chow delightful p exclaimed Miss
Erskine, seating herself in this piece of
natural furniture. st suppose you
come here often. Bianca-you and that
loving husband Of yours ?" with glance
Of the young lady's hazel eyes in Doctor
Stanley's direction. 'sTRere's ample
room for two, by the way, isn't there ?"
ooh, yes" Blanca answered. eve
do sit there now and then. Anthony
read me Tennyson's 'Idyls' in this spot
about a month ago."
Mrs. Stanley's remark served to turn
the conversation, during their homeward
walk, upon literary subjects and, if her
husband had not concluded that Miss
Erskine's intellect was fully equal to
her beauty, certain clever words which
now fell from the lips of Bianca's cousin
| must have assured him that such was the
fact. .fc
81 like her immensely he said to his
wife later that evening, when their guest
had retired "She is certainly a very
brilliant woman"
"Im so glad you think SO" was the
pleased response. Ellinor is going to
make your summer, as we'll as mine, An
thony, very delightful, am sure"
Before many days had passed, Blanca
Stanley had cause to recollect her
prophecy with regard to Ellinor
Erskine. There seemed decided proba-
bility of her making Anthony's summer
far more pleasant than his wife had
anticipated. Liking her cousin, Blanca
began to tell herself, with an occasional
pang Of something very similar to
jealousy, was a different matter from
appearing almost fascinated by that
cousins society.
lot course, the young wife mentally
confessed, 81 am just the least bit ieal-
Gus. Why should not feel So? It's
perfectly natural Anthony and [ have
been leading such a mutually devoted
sort of existence ever since our marriage
that it annoys me to see him treat an
other woman politely. Beyond doubt,
he only means to be polite, nothing
more. I am very foolish, but suppose
the folly is common to most newly-mar-
ried wives" 49,
At the end Of another fortnight, how
ever, Bianca's slight annoyance had as
sumed a far different form. It had grown
to be terror. She believed that he was
in love with EllinOr Erskine.
Resolutely proud, she suffered her
agony-for agony it was, of the keenest
sort-to betray itself by no word or sign
II her treatment of Ellinor Erskine
showed faint traces of GOODNESS she could
not refrain from exhibiting now and then,
it was of SO slight a nature as not to be
observed by her husband.
Several weeks wore away. Bianca's
life had become a torture now. She sell
dom joined in the conversation between
Anthony and her cousin; she seldom in
truded upon their frequent tete-a-tetes.
Some women would have shown their
anguish in bitter dpbraidings and pas
sionate accusations; Blanca held her
peace, and was wofully miserable. She
loved her husband with an intense depth
of love, and was called upon daily to OBJ
serve his reckless admiration of another
woman. It was torment, and yet she
spoke no word.
eyes. am forced to co." DR.. Stanley
said. II had hoped to spend this
lovely afternoon in your society, brt-a
doctor proposes, a patient disposes, if
you'll pardon my mutilation OF an old
proyerb."
81 am very sorry" Ellinor Erskine
murmured; and those bewitching hazel
eyes--how utterly had they bewitched
the man who now stood beside her
| looked even more than the sorrow she
protested to feel. We were going to
take long walk together this afternoon,
were we not?"
"Yes. Don't speak about it in that
tone, please, or you'll make me do very
desperate things in the way OF profess
sional neglect"
''Ah, I have no such power over you,
I fear" accompanying the words with a
long, soft sigh.
Dr.. Stanley laughed an odd, harsh
sort of laugh.
81 have told you what power you pos
sess, Ellinor; | have told you Of the ab-
sorbing love that
Hush, Anthony, you are speaking
too loudly. We might be overheard p
And Ellinor Erskine glanced toward
one of the windows opening out from the
veranda IN which they stood There was
faint rustic of one of the curtains at
that window just then, which Miss Frs