The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-02-05


After supper, seated in the parlor, with
the windows open to allow Of the sum-
mer breeze filing the room with odors
of the flower garden, they begin to
speak of by-gone times and old friends,
and some one mentions the almost-for-
gotten Will Ferguson. Said one:
II heard that he came back to En-
gland to set some scheme in connection
with the publishing business aRoat, and
that he proved most successful, and
made piles of money"
IF that is SO" was the reply, why
doesn't he act honorably by Noble &
Croaker, and refund the money he
used?"
by the way" said George Mitchell,
who was present, and now just caught
at what they were discussing; "at Mil
ton market, on Saturday, was shown
paragraph in the agony column Of
the Times. Icopied it down." and, TAX
ing out his pocketbook, he read,
g. Messrs. n. & O., of NJ, if you will let
me know the amount of W. FPS defalca-
tlons, six years ago, I will remit same
with interest. r. Tape, solicitor, $50
Chancery lane, London That is Will
ferguson, sure enough" Shortly after
he added, Mother can you find another
spare bed? A fellow I was once we'll
acquainted with wants to come down
here to knock around our wolds: he
won't trouble you much, I dare say.
and he's an old friend of mine. His
name is Wilson"
Then Mrs. Maria Smith, Mrs.
Mitchell's married daughter, talked to
Annie landlord of Ferguson, and
Annie said: 81 never knew whether J.
quite really loved him; I liked him
very well, and more than I ever cared
for any other fellow, but at any rate, if
/ ever did, the feeling is entirely dead
now, and, evenlif T felt sure that I
loved him, | would never marry a
thief,
The next day brought George
Mitchell and his friend Wilson. Mr..
Wilson was tall, bronzed and bearded
man, and, though George said he was
only q, he looked more like 81, and all
the inmates of the house remarked that
they fancied they had seen him before.
However, they concluded it to be en-
tirely fancy, as none of them knew any
Wilson's resident in London.
Weeks passed away, and it was soon
pretty evident that this Wilson was
deeply enamored of Miss landlord,
and it was also plain to the most care
less observer that his love was recipro-
Gated. One day he announced that he
intended to depart on the morrow, and
in the evening he asked Annie to take
a walk with him. On stile in q
shady lane, with the red sunset she'd
ding its glow upon them, once again
was the same old story told. But, be-
fore Wilson obtained Annie's answer he
told her that he knew Ferguson; that
he had known him all his life; knew of
his sin and disgrace, and also knew
how bravely he had toiled to redeem
his name, and that he was now com
paratively rich man. He told her that
he knew Ferguson loved her deeply,
though he had never known whether it
was mutual love-and he asked her
to say whether it was so? sob, no,''
she replied, F" it was all fancy; / never
loved until now; BESIDES" she added,
(" I could never wed thief, you know"
These words were like sharp knife in
Wilson's side, but he went on:
Don't you think, if you saw him,
you could love him as I know he loves
your
80, never, never! Don't speak
about him, please; all that is gone and
past years ago, aud we need never men
tlon his name again.
There was short pause.
"Annie," said Wilson; Miss Hand
ford, forgive me for deceiving you. I
came down here only known to
George Mitchell, just to take
look at old scenes and old
friends. I am Will Ferguson. [ never
meant to speak 20 you of love, but, from
the momen5 beheld you again, I was
no longer master of myself. But shall
go away tomorrow. and never again
shall you be troubled with the love of
thief" When he finished speaking
she fell on the grass in a kind of dull
dludAGLAC1C, duCS DIS SIG UGBHu bO see
how matters really stood, she was at a
loss what to do, and speak she could
not.
Miss landlord, try to control
yourself" said Ferguson, land think
no more of what bas occurred; let us
return"
They walked mechanically to the
house, in perfect silence, and saw no
more OF each other that night; and
when Annie awoke in the morning VIII
was on his way to London. Now that
she had time for reflection, she felt that
she still loved that man. She felt an
noyed with him for deceiving her, and
also with herself for being deceived !;
and yet, after further thought, she de-
cid ed that it was pardonable decep-
tion-but, there was that great disgrace
She consulted with her great friend,
Mrs. Maria, who advised her to wait a
bit, and to let her father know all about
Will Ferguson.
If Milton had felt disgraced by Will
FarouSop uhnD hn Had a dnfanltor it