The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1881-07-01
The SECRET LEGACY,

ECu Will OBEY this Whlm of your IN
ole'sP You will allow romantic sense
of duty to destroy the happiness of two
iyeslP
Very passionately The words were
spoken, and Leon Hartsberg paused in a
hasty walk up and down the large draw
ng-roosn to comfort his betrothed with
flashing eyes and angry brow. He was
tall and strong, handsome in a COM
handing style, with heavy brown beard
md large brown eyes; man who
seemed born to lead-to be obeyed.
And little Aida, small, delicately feat
ured, blue eyed and tirnid, was his very
opposite; yielding, gentle, submissive.
She was pale, with eyes weary from
long, painful watching at the sickebed,
and her pallid loneliness very pathetic
Yet she did not shrink from the flashing
eyes, but said firmly:
promised Uncle Frank to wait one
year for Elton's return
But he asked more |"
II promised nothing more. 1 love
you, Leon, and will be true to you
"And l am q selfish brute to doubt
you, Leon replied, in sudden spasn
OF patience. "But [ had 30 hoped you
would go with me to Brazil"
"This separation is very hard to me.
Leon, but we will be faithful and pa.
tent"
There was more lovers talk, soft
spoken VOWS of consistency and hope, and
then, after straining Aida to his heart in
one long farewell embrace, Leon strobe
down the avenue to the gate and out up
ON the road, not daring to look back up
ON the tiny, black~robed figure watch
ing him, not seeing his betrothed as she
sank down beside the window, sobbing
with all maiden's pain over the first
love parting. She had not moved when
carriage drew hastily up The avenue, a
middle-aged lady alighted, and came
swiftly across the porch into the drawing
room, Not until o soft voice said
Aida, child, l am here !" Did the
weeping child stir? Then she sprang
to her feet with cry of gladness.
"Aunty May at last"
dear child, came as fast as steam
could bring me. Fortunately was in
London when your telegram came to nv
bankers, Tell me all, Aida"
" Not now, You must be tired. Come,
your room is ready, and Margaret will
be IN ecstasy to see you. You must
have some rest and then have some sup
per-"
And not one sorrowful word would
Aida speak until her aunt was refreshed
and rested. Then, with many tears,
they spoke of the dead Frank Elton, who
was Aida's fathers brother, while Mrs..
Mary Wharton was her mothers sister.
md now to be her own protectress and
comforter, But, after there had been a
long confidential intercourse, Mrs.
Wharton said:
Where is Leon Hartzberg?"
" He was here to-day. Tomorrow he
sails for Brazil, upon business for the
firm employing him"
But thought that was to be YOU
wedding trip"
We hoped so. But-at the last,
Uncle Frank bound me by promise to
remain ut Eltonglade one year before we
gave up hope of Elton's return"
Elton Gr0haml Why, Aida, you
surely do not expect him ("
think he is dead. Uncle Frank
must have thought so, too, for he made
his will last winter, leaving me Elton
piode and his entire fortune. But. lust
before he died, he made memorandum.
sort OF will, and gave it to me. He
made me promise to keep it, to show il
TO no one, unless within one year Elton
Graham returns here. If he does I am
to return to him the fortune rejected
when he left me here in anger six years
ago"
thon?"
Nothing, unless" and Aida blushed
"I marry Elton. You know this is
impossible; so if Elton returns, Leon
Will have portionless bride"
Your Uncle Frank told me Years acc
ihat you were betrothed to Elton when
he went away"
Wears ago. Auntie May, and an
not % 1t was because Elton refuse
to agree to this farce of betrothal an6
wanted TO marry some one else that the
quarrel arose with Uncle Frank"
And until he comes you are pris
oner at Eltonglade?"
"Only one year. Ifhe does not come
before the 18th Of next June am free
and heiress of Eltonglade."
Ehe days passed quietly during the
months that followed. Aida packed
away the wedding garments her uncle's
sudden death had rendered useless. fol
the letters to and from Pernambuco be
came the one excitement of her quiet
life.
The year was drawing to q close wher
Leon Hartzberg sailed, upon the vesse
employing him, for New York. Contrary
to their custom, they carried few pas
tful boy of years old, came every day
upon deck. He was not communica.
sengers, and Leon felt his heart throb
painfully when upon the list he read
E. Graham and son."
"E. Graham !" he thought. "Can il
be-pshaw as if Graham was not as
common name almost as Smith OF
JonesP"
And yet there was a fascination about
the slender, pale man who, with beau.
tive person, but there gradually grew
up between the two such intimacy as
often occurs where the monotony of shir
AAAS "AAC "0 VAAO BoNoSOA4SoSAS OAthG1y uPOu
each others mercy for amusement.
Not for my own sake, he said, sad
ly, "but for Franks" and he caressed
the curly head upon his bosom. "My
llte's pilgrimage is almost over; but
hope my uncle will be kind to Frank,
and little Aida--ny cousin, sir-win love
him."
You are widower, then?"
Yes, | married against my uncle's
will, and his parting curse seemed to
follow me. My wife lived only four
years, and died in Pernambuco of mala-
rious fever. We had been wanderers
from the first, seeking fortune but never
finding it ! 1 went to my uncle's old
friends, S. & Co., for employment. and
they sent me to the coffee plantation
that supplies their business, You are
with them p