The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1888-11-22

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but it se.nls you were not told Of it,"
|. Palette bowed, saying: "No, Miss Field;
saw Mrs. Norcross who thought it best to
| speak to you first herself"
u am happy to meet you, Mr.. Palette"
said Agnes Il was just going out, however,
at you see, and I must ask you to excuse me
this morning."
Oakllurst saw with @ pang how silently,
but 21Lectually, he was disposed of; down
righ5 rebuff wouldnot have been SO humiIiat-
| ing. But he was not to be deferred from his
| purpose, and he went on:
pardon me, if I seem to overstep the
bounds Of courtesy; but cannot let you go
in this way, Agnes-for 50 must call you.
Stay and hear me. Now that see you, l
must speak. God only knows with what
anxiety I have sought you for the last
month
She tried to answer, but could not com.
mand her speech Seeing her increasing
agitation. Palette led her to a seat, and
then, in gentler tone than he often used,
said:
II will leave the room, if you please, Miss
Field; this is an interview that did not de-
sire to Witness
! "No," she exclaimed, "do not go. I have
nothing to say that you should not hear; and
| hope Mr. Oakhurst will spare me the pain
Of going over history which is better for
gotten"
"It can never be forgotten" interposed
Oakhurst; "and, in spite of your protest, !
must say what I can-and that is little
enQugh-to exculpate myself and then
throw myself upon your charity for forgive.
ness"
Agnes remained silent, but it was ST.
lenca that gave no encouragement to Oak
7 hurst. He advanced still nearer. looking at
her with a tender earnestness as though his
very soul were in the glance. She covered
her face with her hands.
4 Agnes, he said, "you know what that
name once meant to me. [ cannot speak it
now without affecting beyond utterance"
Palette, meanwhile, quietly sided toward
the door, and, saying that he was going back
I to sec Mrs. Norcross, abruptly left the room.
Oallhurst went on-"I know my conduct
was utterly inexcusable, but declare by nv
hope of Heaven, never loved any woman
hut you. I was fascinated, ensnared, capti-
waited by the senses only: now that illusion is
past, and | turn to you"
My allusion is past also; you turn too late.
SySS4A J Ot IkietlAC IOL ecu nlOnUDS Oh
4 neglect."
Tie tone was tender, but mournful How
he wished that her answer had been full of
/ rebuEe! He could hope to overcome her an
4 ger far more easily than this settled sorrow.
4 Il know I can never atone for the wrong !:
there are injuries that are irreparahle.
wounds that leave ineffaceabe scars. I can
never undo what [ have done; would TO
* Heaven I could! You may never forget this
period Of suffering; but that is past now; it
/ is not to be lived over again. Go back
rather to the brighterdays before it; think, of
them, and then look down the future-may /
4 dare say lt?--the future, perhaps, will make
] Is both forget my insane wanderings and
9ur undeserved palms,
! 'Eut love n2ust have faith to lean upon.
! While | loved YOU rested on absolute trust
/ I would have believed you against all the
world. | would have been glad to share
# your lot, even, inepoverty and obscurity.
did not love you for your art or your fame.
u You wavered you forgot me. Idon't know
whats it was that tempted you, but it was
enough; it drew you away from me; and as