The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1882-10-27
his carelessness. What ought he to do

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written, Don't say no. could not
bear that, nor could t give your gem
tleness the pain Of uttering the word.
1 viii Wait two weeks, and, if at their
end YOU have said nothing, / shall 90
abroad. and travel till can bear TO
come home again"
Not a wise arrangement shfs. c6nsitt-
ering what chances sad changes, includ-
ing pes.0fice laxities, are involved in this
mortal life; but loyers are not always
wise.
The two weeks passed without word
OF token, each slow day deepening his
hopelessness, and at fheir end he sailed.
His final arTap gensents were made in a
hurry add lie had been glad to accept
friends benevolent offer of half
statefoom on the over crowded steamer.
| 1t was beney0lence very poorly re-
warded, for John Rlagden found him
very dull company.
Fer the first few hours he made some
I little effort at conversation, then he
dropped all pretenses and sat in moody
silence, staring at the backward hori-
zon from which each stroke of the
paddles carried them farther and
farther.
It was no better after they reached
London The two men took set of
rooms together at Bio Iangham, but to
all plans for pleasuring Dwight turned
a deaf ear.
Go by yourself, that's good fel-
low" he said Il won't bore you with
my dullness. I'll Just sit hele Till post
time and read the American news
papers
sand that is what left him at" ex-
planned John Blagden to mutual sca
quaintance encountered In the coffee
room. "sPedng over an old Herald.
twelve days out what. an occupation
for a man to take up ii London!
"Poor Dwight, / never saw fellow
SO changed in my life. He's all cut up
about something, and I wish I knew
what, for really, have no notion what
[ ought to do about him. Nothing I
can say makes any difference"
And nothing did make any difference
till d week after this conversation, Mr..
Blagden returned from an excursion to
Hampton Court, to find his friend bus
lily engaged in examining his belongings
into portmanteaH, with light in his
eyes and 4 color in his cheeks which
made Linn seem different man.
Halloa! I'm glad you've come, old
fellow. I'm off at once"
ooh? Where to-"
"Home, Liverpool train at 8 o'clock
and catch The Bohemia"
Home! The States Why, what does
it mean? You were going to Paris with
me on Tuesday, you said"
@Well, so I did intend, but I've had
letters, and must get back as soon as
possible"
Nothing wrong, | hope"
"Not at all; quite the contrary. Eve
rything is right"
Marveiing greatly John Blagden
TUNED to the table, where amid news
papers and torn wrappers, and other
debris of iust-arrived mail, lay sheet
Of closely-written paper with a little
heap on it Of something odd and blot
ted.
whats that?" he asked, with natu-
raj curiosity, stopping down to exam-
inc it.
Dwight Edgar snatched it up. "It's
:e-yit's nothing, he explained-"only a
letter I've had" Then breaking into a
laugh at his friends discounted coun-
tenance, the first real laugh which John
had heard him give since they left
America, he added.
Never mind, old boy, I'll explain
some day. It's all right, at least hope
1t is, and | know I've been dull unso-
cial dog all this time. You've been aw.
fully good to put up with me, and I'll
try to make amends the next time we
meet.
J Meanwhile the days were passing
heavily enough in far-away America,
where Rosamond bore her secret pain.
She had kept the knowledge of her
plighted faith as. a choice secret, not to
be revealed till Dwight should come.
When he failed to come pride kept her
silent still
The Jews of his departure struck in
her heart like a blow What did it
mean? II will not be base, or little, or
susp cious," she told herself; "there is
some blum Ter. He will come back, he
will explain.
But weeks of suspense and uncer-
tainty passed. She could school her
wor aud her manner, but not her
face, and that fair face began to look
piteous and wan.
Ashley, Watching her with ctnnpunc-
tious anxiety, felt an ever-deepening
heartache. Three weeks had passed
since his letter of explanation was post
ed. Any hour might bring a response,
and he haunted the postoffice with a
/ peltiuacity ine&plicab to his father.
can't stand it much longer lie
! told him ell :" if that fellow isn't heard
/ frcm by tomorrow night, shall make
{ dean breast of it to Rosy, and confess
III whole thing"
And tile next evening, "that fellow"
still not being heard from, he did it.
Rosamond spiiit-feir and fragile in her
white dress, was sitting on the doorstep
ia the MOONLIGHT, and thing at her feet
he plunged into mediGs res.
Rose, do yen recollect letter YOU
gave me 20 post more than month
ago?"
yes" with little gasp.
4 swell, forgot it.
90 As!leyl"
Yes; it was in my pocket, you know.
/ was going straight to the office, but
something interrupted me,-lawn tennis
at the Porters', I believe-and then I
sent my coat to the wash, with the let
ter still in it. never found it out till
the confounded thing came back, and
some days after, as put it on, I hap
pened to feel it in the pocket. and there
1 il was--what was left Of it."
Rosamond sat perfectly STILL Not o
1 sound came from her lips. Ashley
waited an instant, as if in hope of an
answer, then went on
Rosy. darling, you mustn't mind,
but | couldn't help seeing who the let
ter was for, and -that-it was
something of consequence Tt was all
blotted and blurred, but word or two
could be made out here and there. I
! was awfully cut up aboutit / couldn't
bear to tell you, and I didn't know what