The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-12-12

She keeps my book, too. L saw the
leaf on which / wrote that absurd
CROCHET thrust into her little silk purse
She had torn it out, and was making 4
relic of it. That might be because of
It's oddity, and probably means nothing.
There never was a girl so proof to fat
terry as not to preserve such sponta-
neous tribute. She treats me Just the
same as eVer-is friendly and cordial,
no more. Uncertainty, then, Is ali / ar
rive at-uncertaintv as to her feelings,
uneasiness as 30 mine.
Pretty much the same Wav / fell at
Long Branch three wears AGO, when I
spent fortnight to determine whether
Was ii love with Lucy Romer, and il
SO whether she would be PLEASED to
hear it; at the end 6f which time she
married young Landless, and to my sur
prise was pleased to hear it!
Suppose this was to result similarly?
/ think I'd better go home. And yet
there will be something lost cut of life
when / leave her. [ should be wretchet3.
| am afraid; but not SO Wretched as (
would be should she refuse me. Per
haps not SO Wretched as I might b.
eventually Il she accepted me.
9 Where shall | find the concord of
this discord?" Apparently not In this
bed, for it locks ike what Mrs. Parting
ton calls g corruption Of Mount Vocif-
erous." Hello, Boots! Bring me some
hot waterl
Mr.. Henry Olden, get thee home on
the next steamer.
soLTLoQUY THE FIFTH.
/ feel as If I had just parted with nv
immortal soul, not to mention every
thing I have eaten for the past twenty
four hours. Sea-sicknessi The man
who called it one Of the comic diseases
was surely never seasicki A myriad of
curses on the reeling, rocking old tub.
l could almost wish She d go to the bot
tom.
! wonder how Miss Gray and her
mother are standing it. I hope to
Heaven I shall not see her again until
she RECEIVERS, Or else I'm done with ro-
nance forever. The old lady would
insist on taking this steamer, and
think it was a dispensation of Provi-
dence to cure my malady. How can a
man worship when his divinity is white
around the lips and red around the
eyes, with drawn, pinched look, as if
anxiously expecting a catastrophe;
when she is sensitive as to sympathy
and querrulous as to assistance; when she
appears to regard her brother with un-
dying hatred, and her mother as bar
barian armed to the teeth with cam
phor and shawls for her special tortured
How, | say, can a man be sentimental
when all his faculties are concentrated
on finding some place where he can
hold himself still, when the only feeling
he can summon from the depths Of
his embittered nature is one of hatred
and contempt for the stewards?
How could / have been such a simple
ton as to dawdle sentimentally through
a whole summer, and start home dur
ing the equinoctial storms? A proper
termination this for loves young dream
and all its attendant follies. Sweet re-
Veries and murmured VOWS forsooth!
Moonshine all of it, and as for poetry
it is g mockery, a grinning skeleton!
I'll never be such fool again!
| suppose Miss Gray loathes the very
remembrance of all that midsummer
madness, and / recall it with the same
unbounded satisfaction I derive from
recollecting a meal of cold pork and
potatoes. Pork! Ugh! I'll never eat it
again! They say this steamer will reach
New York tomorrow, and here reg
lister VOW that I'll 60 back home and
stay there-be misanthrope, philoso-
pher, cynic, hermit anything but a
sentimental fool! Amen.
soLHOQUY THE SIXTH.
VIII the day never breakP Those
swallows outside of my window have
been chattering for an hour as if it were
their wedding day. The oath of April
just a year to-day since I landed in
Venice-just a year since I'began study
ing the light and shade of my beautiful
picture in Gray, and to-day l place it in
my fathers hall! All, there comes the
sun! How the clouds gather golden
fringes How pure and fresh the morn
ing air! The birds are singing as if
they knew my happiness! The dew is
sparkling on the grass! 1t is spring
time, and my wedding day!-She1doS
borden, IN San Francisco Argonaat.