The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1885-06-12

Yulsively in her arms.
You will love mamma, even though
she is bad, won't you, baby? she
whispered, huskily, as she Rugged the
boy to her breast.
s.But you amt bad, mamma; you are
a good mamma said the boy, with
conviction.
She took him by the hand, and led
him into the sitting-room, which was
also the kitchen. For long while she
held him upon her lap, telling him the
most moral Of Sunday-school tales, hop
ing vaguely to accumulate something
to her credit in the dreadful book of the
Recording Angel. But the boy grew
FESTIVE after awhile, and begged to be
allowed to run out again. Then she
was again alone with the terrible
thought; Was she selling her soul for
the hope of earthly glory? was she for
feiting her eternal salvation for her
her husbands sake? All no! God was
good; He would not condemn her,
knowing how she had worked and
struggled and suffered. She had only
to make one effort more, to persevere a
little longer. Then there would be no
more neel of sacrifice. Then she could
afford to be good and conscientious.
Halstead brought many distressing
tales when he came in the evenings in
those days. Itappeared that his enemies
were redoubling their efforts to crush
him; particularly that INSCRIPTIONS Mr..
c. was weaving bis subtle net, and
had so far been successful in keep
ing every client away from Mr.. Swim
ger door. Poor Rose was dreadfully
cut up by the constant repetition of this
news. She was overlooking with SYM
pathy for her prosecuted husband; yet
so great was her faith in his ability that
she felt confident that in the end justice
would prevail She Writhed under the
necessity of composing another OF those
horrible and demoralizing tales, but it
was surely to be the last; because now
that Halstead was in his right niche, he
would certainly get a chance to deliver
one of those mastery speeches of his,
and then the rest was plain sailing.
When she woke up the next morning
it was pitch-dark in the room.
"Why don't you get up and make
the fre?n said Halstead, turning over
and composing himself for little ma
tutinal snooze.
"lt must be very early she an
swered; sit is pitch-dark. -
"Stuff and nonsense! 1t is bright
daylight.
He gave a snort, and slumbered
peacefully. y
She arose cautiously, and fumbled for
her clothes.
Halstead," she cried, with a voice
that pierced through him like a knife,
81 am blind!n ~ If
He stumbled out of bed, and stared
at her in vague bewilderment
Nonsense he said; "your eyes
look all right; 60 and dip them in cold
water. "
A neighbours wife was called in, be-
cause Halstead did not know how to
make fire. After breakfast he ex-
pressed. regret that his business
compelled him to leave her. But the
Vaccinations of his enemies demanded
on his part perpetual vigilance, if he
was in the end to conquer. s..
When he had gone, Rose sat down at
less eyes toward the sun. She sat thus
for a long while, scarcely needing her
child, who stood gazing wonderingly
into her face. Mrs. Nolan,'' she said,
suddenly, to her neighbours wife, evil
you 60 with me to the city,"
"Ah, yes, Mrs. Swinger," answered
the kind-hearted Irish woman; II
would go with yez to Purgatory if I
could give We yer sight back
They crossed in the ferry, and found
the colossal building in which Mr.. c.
had his office. After some waiting,
they were ushered into the great law
yer's presence. He was a tall, hand
some man, with clean-shaven face and
commanding appearance.
''Well, ladies'" he said, turning half
about in his chair, ''what can | do for
your"
Rose took a few steps forward, and
stood directly facing him. He observed
that she was blind, and soft look of
pity stole into his face He saw how
pale and haggard her features were,
and he saw, too, that once they had
been beautiful. ..s,
Il am Halstead Swinger's wife" she
said, huskily, endeavoring to fix her
wandering eyes upon him. He knitted
his brow for moment, and looked
puzzled.
'r know no such man." he replied,
presently. perhaps it is my partner,
Mr.. Billiard, you wish to see. He may
know Mr.. Swinger"
She stared blindly about her in help
less bewilderment; then sank down at
the lawyers knees "Oh, have pity on
my husband!" she cried, bursting into
tears "He is working so hard to make
his way, and if it were not for you he
would succeed. Oh, I know he would
succeedI'
MY dear good woman" the lawyer
responded, kindly, II assure you I do
not know your husband; have never
even heard his name. If there is any
thing [ can do for him, why, send him
to me; and if he is in distress, who
knows but may be able to help him?"
She flung back her head. A terrible
suspicion shot through her brain, but
she repealed it. ''Oh, you are great
and prosperous she moaned, s.and
yet you can trample upon those who
are poor and unhappy. You have con-
spired against him." she shrieked, with
sudden energy; you have sworn to
keep him down in the dust because you
are afraid of him, because he would
outshine you, and you know it,
Mr.. c., without rising, called to
some one in the adjoining office. His
partner, Mr.. Billiard, appeared in the
| door. -~
Do you know anybody by the name
OF Swinger-Halstead Swinger?'' he
asked, in a conversational tone
"Swinger? Swinger? Oh yes; he is
that irrepressible young fellow who is
always making fool Of himself at the
meetings of the Bar Association.
"Ah! to be sure; Ihad forgotten.
Rose bowed her head Her forehead
rested upon the lawyers knee. The
Irish woman, understanding that some
thing was wrong, put her arms about
her and raised her up. A strange,
dazed smile fitted across the young,
haggard face. She rubbed her eyes as
if she were striving desperately to see.
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