The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-07-18

T spoke the words aloud, and then
started up in alright, for there at my
side was an elish little figure, and /
heard cry that at first I scarce thought
earthly. Yet it was but Scotch Jennie.
who had followed me.
"Why do ye call for your true love
now ?" she said eye sent him fra We for
sake O. the young Squire"
GLOW dare you follow and watch
me?'
But she caught my sleeve.
"Dinna be vexed, she said. "Just
bide wee, and answer what I speer.
It's for love of you. for seen We waste
like the shaw wreath in the sun sin the
Squire wooed ye. Was it your will the
lad that loved the ground ye trod on
should have his ring again?"
"What do you mean?" I said.
"I'll speak gin lose my place." said
Jennie. CT rode with the mistress to
young DR.. Locke's place past the moor,
and there she lighted and gave him q
ring, snd what she said I know not. but
it turned him the tint O. death, and said
he: There's ma drop O. true bluid in
woman gin she is false And he
turned to the wall and covered his eyes,
an your grannie rode home. There,
tbs all ken-wull it do %
SAY, Jennie" said I; "Heaven bless
| you p
And had I wings on my feet I could
not have come to the cottage door
sooner.
I stood before my grandmother,
trembling and white, and I said: ooh,
don't tell me, grannie, you have cheated
me and robbed me of my true love by a
lie. Did you steal the troth ring from
my neck and give it back to Evan, as if
from me You I've loved and honored
it, it} A'S ''DS u '"'n'' 0Ae 'l'"n 'n'nA
She turned scarlet.
"True love % said she; "you've but
one love now-'Squire Turner"
"You have done it'll" 7 cried. "It's
written on your face"
And she looked down at that and fell
to weeping.
"My own true love was breaking his
heart" she said. "My husband and
had loved for fifty years. T did it to
save him. Could I let a girls fancy,
worth nothing, stand in my way. and see
him beggar in his old age? Oh, girl,
girl !"
And then fell down at her feet like a
stone. knew nothing for an hour or
more; but then, when was better, and
they left me with Jennie, I babe her
fetch my hood and cloak and her own;
away [ went across the moor in the
starlight to where the hall windows were
ablaze with light, and asked the house
keeper to let me see the Squire.
She stared at me for my boldness-no
wonder-but called him. So in a mo-
ment he stood before me in his evening
dress, with his cheeks flushed and his
eyes bright, and led me into little room
and seated me.
"Agatha, my love, I hope no mis-
chance brings you here" he began.
But stopped him.
'Not your love, Squire Turner"
said. ST thank you for thinking SO we'll
of me, but even after all that had passed,
I could say no more. He took my
"Have I offended you, Agatha?" he
said.
"Not you. The offense-the guilt
oh, I have been sorely cheated p and all
l could do was to sob and think he
thought me mad.
At last strength came to me. went
back to the first and told him all-how
we had been plighted to each other,
waiting only for better prospects to be
wed, and how, when he honored me by
the offer OF his hand, I angered my
grandparents by owning to the truth,
and OF the ring Grannie had stolen from
my breast, and the false message that
had sent mypromised husband from me.
And though never see Evan Locke
again, y said I, "still I can never be an
other mans true love, for T am his until
I die"
Then, as looked, all the rich color
faded out of the 'Squire's face. and 7
saw the sight we seldom see more than
once in lifetime-a strong young man
in tears.
At last he arose and came to me.
My little Agatha never loved me, :"
he said. "Ah, me! The news is bad
I thought she did. This comes of
vanity
"Many higher and fairer have
hearts to give" said. "Mipe had
! gone ere you saw me-"
And then, kind and gentle as though
| had not grieved him, he gave me his
arm and saw me across the moor, and at
the gate paused and whispered:
BE at rest, Agatha. The Canadian
ship Golden George has not sailed vet. !"
liked him better than I had ever
done before that night when I told
| Grannie that I would never wed him.
Eth ! but he was tit to be King-the
grandest, kindest, best Of living men !;
who rode away with the break of the
morrow and never stopped till he
reached Liverpool, and found Evan
Locke just ready to set foot upon the
Golden George, and told him tale that
made his heart light and sent him back