The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1888-11-29

edlnceS that crown its top, so there comes q
time when the emotional nature rises up and
overthrows the carefully wrought structures
OF the intellect, and asserts its original and
supreme mastery over the soul of man.
Agnes felt sure that every trace Of her
love for Oakhurst had disappeared She
looked in her heart and saw there only the
memory of neglect and unfaithfulness Il
love existed, it was as fire turks in ashes, I'M
recognized She had conversed freely with
Mrs. Norcross and learned that Oakhurst's
version OF the story was correct one Still
the original treason remained without all
apology; and she had determined to express
her regret for what had happened, to assure
him of her friendship, but to forbid any hope
OF re-establishing their former relations.
With this intention she babe him good morn
ing and quietly took seat.
IL did not think that so many days would
pass before ! should see you; but now that
you have had time to reflect, hope your
feelings have softened toward me-"
you mistake, if you suppose that giving
me time for reflection has produced any such
change"
3Then, pray, forget the past altogether"
| II cannot forget
IF your memory must be busy, pray, 60
back to the pleasanter days of our acquaint-
ance."
III remember the days you speak of; shall
never forget them; but it is happiness that
is dead and buried"
"Love will make it live again"
"It is hard to recognize love when it comes
ike Lazarus from the tomb"
"Still we don't read that the friends of
Lazarus were displeased with his return and
wished him back to his grave Clothes"
"You can turn the comparison as you
choose; but it is not necessary that an Illus
tration should be perfect in every respect; if
one catches a CLEAN of resemblance. it is
enough"
The perfecteommand of her faculties. and
the deliberate way in which she sustained
her part in the conversation, thus far, were
sufficiently disheartening to Oakhurst He
longed to change the tone, but feared to lose
all by any rapid advance. He answered de-
precatingly:
"But all this intellectual fencing, my dear
Agnes, is useless. Love is not spark to be
struck out by the collision of arguments:
shall in vain try to reason you into affection
I for me. have already said all I can say by
way of apology for what I have done. If
there yet fingers any particle of regard for
me in your heart would fain revive it. II
it is your pride that withstands me, pray
you consider whether it is we'll to make us
both unhappy in order to maintain so poor a
triumph. | am already conquered, and
throw myself upon your generosity"
"You would put me in the wrong, then, and
ascribe my refusal to an ungenerous pride!
Is it generous in you to do so? Have YOU the
right to place such a construction upon my
conduct? appeal to you in return. Remem-
Der, it is you who are responsible for this pain
full interview. [ never sought you to cover
you with reproaches. You force me to say
what would gladly leave in silence"
"Forgive me, Agnes, if I wrong yo'7 but
my heart clings to you and will not re-
pulsed. Iwould fain believe, that, beneath
all your natural resentment, there yet sur
wives some portion of the love you once bore
to me. If it were the first time I had ever
approached you, sense of delicacy, to say
nothing of my self-respect, would have pre-.
vented my importuning you in this way.
But my fault has given me warrant to be
bold, and if you finally cast me off-but that
is what I won't anticipate; can't give you
up. You once loved me-and am I not the
same?"
mo, not the same; or, rather, you have
proved to be not what I thought
You persist in fixing your attention upon
one Clark spot. DO you remember this minia-
ture: 1t has never been out of my bosom
and there has never been but one day il,
which | might have Loyalty carried it there.
At that time when [ opened it, your eyes
looked out at me with a tender reproach, and
l was instantly recalled to myself. 1t was
only the illusion of moment, through which
had passed. Whatever may happen,
have one consolation: this dear image will
remind me of the love once possessed. |
shall fold to my bosom the Agnes that once
was mine, and strive to forget our estrange-
ment."
Agnes was sensibly touched by this appeal,
and much moro by the tone in which it was
made. In the momentary pause Oakhurst
raised his eyes and saw the struggle in her
face He rose, came nearer, and quietly took
a seat on the sofa beside her.
II heard you distinctly where you sat, y
she said, making an effort to keep down the
tumult within, and shrinking, perhaps, from
the influence of his presence.
Il wished to hear you, dear Agnes, and
therefore came nearer Tell me, are you not
mistaken? You have not forgotten me; you
do love me yet. Let your heart speak; if
you imprison it and force the descending
lips to deny me, the dear traitor will make
Signals it looks out of your eyes now"
He seized and imprisoned her hand, and
still watched the current of feeling in hel
face.
II thought myself strong enough for this,
she said, trembling, "but am not. I meant
only to say that we would part----friends,
but that we must part. 1t is not SO easy tt
be calm, when you distract me So"
agnes, you only deceive yourself; you
love me. You have covered the spring ir
your heart with snow, but the fountain still
flows underneath"
Her tears could be kept back no longer
they fell, not like November rain but rather
like those sudden showers of spring from
passing clouds, while the blue sky still looks
down, and rainbow smiles transfigure the
landscape.
His heart gave a mighty throb as thos;
softly humid eyes were turned upon him
He drew her, half consenting, still nearer
She hesitated, but not long.
"Hard a-portl" shouts the master; and the
helmsman, with firm hand, holds down The
wheel. Slowly the ship veers; the sails fut
ter and back, the yards are swung; waves
strive to head the bow off, but the rudder is
held with iron grasp; now comes the wind