The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-01-03

ing out by the recollection of Tom
Eldon's words" He is gentleman and
a man of honor"
"Tom Eldon never was wrong" T said
one morning, as I sat alone. "and for
a man like that, after my kindness, to
take advantage of his position to win that
girls love from me, would be the act of
the greatest scoun-"
MAY come in, Mr.. Burrows ?" said
the voice of the man. of whom I was
thinking.
eyes, come in,' L said; and there we
stood looking in one another's eyes.
"He's come to speak to me-" I said,
and my heart grew very hard, but I con-
sealed my feelings till he spoke, and
then was astounded.
"Mr. Burrows" he said, "I've come
to say good-by."
"Good- by" I said.
eyes, sir, good-by. I have Weakened
from dream of happiness to a sense of
misery of which cannot speak. Let
me be brief, sir, and tell you that I shall
never forget your kindness.
"But you haven't finished the pict-
ure."
"No, sir, and never SHALL" he said,
bitterly. "Mr. Burrows, I cannot stay.
THAT isl need not be ashamed to
own it, I love your child with all my
heart"
ST knew it," 1 said, bitterly.
"And you think I have imposed on
your kindness. No, sir, [ have not. for
I have never shown by word or look"
Ono, you scoundrel," said to my
self, "but she knows it all the same"
Sand, sir, such a dream as mine
could never be fulflled-it is impossi-
ble."
eyes" I said, in cold, hard voice,
cit is impossible"
"God bless you, sir! Good-by."
@ You will not say good-by to her?"
said, harshly.
He shook his head, and, as I stood
there, hard, selfish and jealous of him, I
| saw him go down the path, and breathed
more freely, for he was gone.
Gone, but there was shadow OH nv
home. Cobweb said not word, and ex-
pressed no surprise, never even referring
to the picture; but went about the house
slowly, dropping day after day, month
after month, till the summer time came
round again, and [ knew that in my ieal-
GUS selfshness I was breaking her young
heart.
She never complained, and was as low
ing as ever; but my little cobweb was
broken, and the tears spangled it like
dew whenever it was alone.
IT. was az nearly oc 0O1711 no a WOO. &c
ter, that [, feeling ten years older, went
to seek her one afternoon, and found
her as I expected in the little wood.
standing dreamy and sad in her old DO
sition leaning upon the tree, listening to
no bird-song now, but with a far off.
longing look in her eyes, that swept
away the last selfish thought from my
heart
I did not let her see me, but went
straight up to Elden's, learned what [
wanted, and short time after was in
a handsome studio in St. Johns wood.
staring at the finished picture of my
child-painted, Of course, from memory
framed, against the wall.
AS [ stood there I heard the door open,
and burning stood face to face with Grant
~.
We looked in each others eyes for q
few moments without speaking, and then
in trembling, broken voice, [ said:
Grantly, I've come as a beggar now.
My poor darling-God forgive me! I've
broken her heart"
It was my turn to sit down and cry
like child, while my dear boy tried to
comfort me-telling me, too, with pride,
how he had worked and become famous,
and in few more months he meant to
come down and ask my consent.
But there, I'm mixing it up. Of
course he tod me that as we were rush
ing along, having just had time to catch
the express; and on reaching there was
no conveyance, and we had to walk.
That scoundrel would not wait, but
ran on without me, and when I gotthere.
painting and hot, I found my darling's
heart was mended with all Of that be-
longing to the good man from whose
arms she ran to hide her rosy bushes on
my breast.
I'm not the selfish old fellow that
was about Cobweb, for here in the old
place, where they've let me stay with
them, I pass my time with those two
fossy-haired little tyrants, Cobweb the
Second, and the Spider, as we call little
Frank. AS for Cobweb the Second, aged
2, she said to me this morning, with her
tiny arms about my neck, and her soft,
cherub cheek against mine-e' Oh,
ganpa, dear, I do yove 90 pas I love
her with all my selfish heart. Cn8seWS
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