The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1886-01-01
BOTH MISTAKEN.
Light Words Which Wrecked the
Happiness of Two Lives.

A cool breeze blew up from the river.
1t played among the reeds and tall
grasses on the bank and ran lightly up
the slope toward the white mansion on
the hillside, tluttering the vines that
fringed the wide piazza where group
of young girls sat chatting, resting, or
busying themselves with dainty needle
work.
"What q delicious breeze!" ex-
claimed Florence Freeman, rising as
she spoke. The slender, thoughtful
looking young man reclining unseen
in the depths of large easy chair just
within one of the long windows glanced
up from the pages of book in which
he had been absorbed, and his dark
eyes followed her graceful figure adj
miringly.
ut sets me wild to be doing some
thing" she continued, pacing up and
down the long porch, "Do you know,
girls" pausing abruptly, "were set
of slavesp"
80, Florryp exclaimed a laughing
voice, ''now don't give us lecture ON
woman's rights!''
Never fear; that isn't what I was
thinking of. We are hindered by cir
cumstances from being and doing
what we feel is within us to be and
do"
'Listen, girls" interrupted another
voice. ''Florry is on her high horse.
CHI oil
Laugh away" returned Florence.
"Tm in earnest. Why must we, because
we happen to have drifted into a certain
channel, or because a particular course
is marked out for us by friends, drift
on down the stream or keep on in the
same course to the bitter end, even
though we must smother the best there
is in our natures in doing sopn
Intense feeling emphasized her
words, and her unseen listener found
himself wondering what personal ex-
perience had prompted them. Amy
Gray lifted her eyes.
Duty is often unpleasant she
said, "but it is best, after all, to have a
settled plan and purpose and cling to
them through everything. Think what
chaos would result if we all followed
our own inclinations, and, worse than
that, whatever might for the moment
be our ruling passion"
Florence did not answer for mo-
ment; her eyes were rowing across the
wide sweep of the river, where white
sail glimmered in the afternoon sun
shine.
30, yes; there must be plans, of
course, and they must be carried out, or
nothing would be accomplished. But
take special cases. There is cousin
Dora, for instance. Why must she give
up her painting to marry Fred Long,
merely because she promised to when a
mere child and didn't know what she
wantedp OF course / don't say any
thing against Fred He is good rs gold,
but he can't appreciate her talents.
Why, he has begun to interfere with
her plans already. Says she works too
steadily, and wants her to give up some
work she had undertaken in order to be
married sooner. She only laughed over
it. OF course she wouldn't say any,
thing, but we can all see she doesn't
love him. How can she, when he has
no sympathy with her on that subjectp
Now, why can't she say so, and be
freeP"
" She feels her responsibility" said
Amy's soft voice. ''She knows how
devoted Mr.. Long is to her."
"Sh-hl here she comes" whispered
Edith Stanley as a bright-faced girl
tiuttercd up from the garden, like a
dainty white butterfly, and perched
herself on the steps. A dead silence
fell on the group for moment, and
then Dora turned her laughing
face toward her cousin: 60 on,
Florry. You were giving a lecture,
weren't youP / could hear you 'orat-
ing, but couldn't catch word OF the
discourse.
Its ended now,'' said Florence,
coolly, mentally resolving never to be
so careless again in mentioning, "spe-
cial eases, /" and unless some one has
taken notes YOU can never hope to
know anything about it, for it was
quite impromptun And, taking her
cousins arm, she marched her up and
down the piazza humming gay air.
Meanwhile, within the windows the
young man sat motionless, his finger
still between the pages that only a few
moments ago held him spellbound, al
though his world had fallen in ruin
around him since Florence began her
lecture" Outside the breeze rang
among the tree-tops and ruffied the
shining bosom of the river. The
August sunshine lay mellow on the
grass, but he heard nothing, saw moth
ing.
The tea bell rang suddenly and
startled him out of his medtatsons
The girls disappeared with much chat.
ter and gay laughter, and he rose me-
chanically sand walked like one in a
dream down through the garden and on
into little grove beyond, his one
thought to be alone where no human
eye could add to his torment with its
questioning glance. There. under the
trees, where he and Dora played in
childhood, he walked to and fro, one
sentence ringing in his ears like a sent
ence Of doom: 1--WE can all see she
doesn't love him, It was hard to
come down from the pinnacle where
he had imagined himself crowned king
of one heart.
When Dora, only fifteen, had given.