The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-06-20


had often been hallowed by the pres
ence Of the girl he loved. What did she
think of him
"Harold!'
"Fanny!"
In those two words all was expressed.
In that fierce embrace doubt was slain.
"Oh, Harold, have followed you for
hours, fearing to speak, you looked so
pale and changed |"
ct am changed. They have not sent
| me to prison, Fan, but the prison faint
is on me. Why don't you shrink from
the moral leper, as the rest of them have
done?"
because and it seemed to him as
though her voice had never thrilled
with such sweetness before-"I know
YOU"
"And you believe
"That all can be righted yet. I can
wait, dear-if you will let me. You
never were more precious to me than
you are at this moment"
"Miss Westbrook-. Come, Fanny,
this is no place for YOU"
Harold and she had not heard the
footsteps. It was Blanchard and her
brother who had approached unnoticed.
"And no place for you, either" said
White to Blanchard.
"Faugh," replied the worthy, ct
have no words to waste on such as you,
sir. 7 ana here to perform duty
"Scoundrel Harold began, at the
same time raising his hand. She touched
him, and he was still.
"Sir," said she, 81 am mistress of my
own actions. IF choose to accompany
my brother, it is-because I choose
Harold, good-by! Come what may, my
faith will not falter, my love never
change"
The last four words were murmured.
AS she shaped them she reached forward
and kissed him before her brother,
whose surprise at her defiant attitude
was unspeakable.
They parted and went their several
ways.
The charge against Harold White of
embezzlement, and the result of it, pro-
duced a wonder that lasted much longer
than the proverbial nine days. His de-
parture, the day after the hearing, no
one knew whittier, had had the effect of
increasing the number and sympathy Of
his friends. It was generally admitted
that his defense had been weak-incom-
prehensibly weak. But who knew? he
might have had his own invincible rea-
sons for not making it stronger. Why
had the brother of his afianced (for she
was his af6anced in all but an open de-
claration of the fact) broken with him so
suddenly? Until Blanchard appeared
on the scene they were inseparable.
Depend upon it, the West Indian was at
the bottom of it. In this fashion the
gossips OF Singlebridge discussed the
events of Harold Whites downfall and
departure.
Three months had elapsed, and not 8
word had been heard of or from Harold
White; unless, the female gossips sug-
gested, he had written to Miss West
brook, which, considering the circum-
stances which preceded his departure,
he was hardly likely to have done. For
once, however, they were out in their
calculations. He had written her let
ter in which these words occurred:
I" II thought. darling, that you would
be happier to be rid OF me for good and
al, our bond should be dissolved. It is
your love for and simple faith in me that
sweetens my life, and keeps me steadfast
in my determination to undo the miser-
able wrong from which I suffer. They
shall right me yet.
81 have borrowed, for the present,
another name-my mothers before her
marriage; but the people with whom I
am know that I am Harold White, and
are acquainted with my history. Unjust
try, dear, to rub on without the consola-
ton which your letters would bestow. It
is better that we should seem to have
parted forever. In the good time we shall
meet-and then I"
1t puzzled well-informed Singlebridge
to hear Fanny Westbrooks cheerful
words, to note her placid brow and
bright manner. She never could have
thought much of Harold White, you
know, or she would have manifested
some regret at his misfortunes.
Blanchard, too, was mystifed at her.
What did it portend? Had she resigned
all hopes of becoming restored to the
lover whom he had so effectually helped
to disgrace and banish9 He would see.
His impetuous love for the sunny
haired, Saxon-eyed girl, love which
sprung into existence che moment they
met, had grown nightly since the going
OF White. He would put an end to this
uncertainty. He could face his fate.
San interview with me ?" replied
Fanny to his blandly-profered request;
" certainly, Mr.. Blanchard. Her tone
was provokingly even. "And, if you
please, let 1T take place now. Pray be
seated"
If she had only been embarrassed.
Miss Westbrook, I-I-fear that the
impression which I made upon you the
day of that unfortunate rencontre bv the
riverside was not favorable. L"
Pray proceed, sir" she remarked in
icy tones.
"Well, then-allow me-you cannot
surely have remained firm in the resolu-
/ II.