The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1860-11-22

a story"
The speaker looked somewhat to-
Ola TO proffer such request. But Isa
bella Redmayne Wentworth, lat ''sweet
seventeen" woman in many things
was in others still a child.
''Papa is asleep-fast asleep" she
continued, following the glance of Mrs
Margaret Fordyce to the gentleman
seated in the armchair by the blazing
log fire.
"My dear, l have told you all my
stories again and again."
''But you must have some more, OF
make one"
Mrs. Margaret, who was not the
girls real aunt, but loved her dearly,
looked long into her face.
"Auntie! please be quick.'
HOW IKE you are to your gand-
mother, Elsie!''
"Not half SO handsome as that por-
trait up stairs. | wish | ere!''
"Chlld, do not;' said MARGARET
with her calm sweetness. Isabella
entworth's beauty was a dover that
she already feared might spoil as good
heart and AZ generous temper as
Herefordshire could boast. ssFayor is
deceiLiul and beauty is vain, but the
woman that fearelh the Lord shall be
praised"
Isabella was silent a minute, but from
her gaze into the placid, softened face
above her, did not draw one inierce,
that beauty might endure to the last OF
the longest life, and but then be at its
sweetness.
'Well, my love, but your story, l
have thought of one"
when l was young-sixty years
ago now-we lived at Can. berwell, a
very different place than from now, my
dear" added the old lady with some>
thing OF a sigh, "a gay place, too, but
we Were happy and young enough to be
gay. Well, my love, we had our month
ly assemblies and many other pleasant
meetings now passed away or dlspised.
At these assemblies often met two OF
the greatest beauties whom you could
have found within ten miles of London
then, now think you might search
England through, in vain, 10 equal one
OF them. My dear, cannot give you
cher real ames, SO We will call them
Augusta and Lucy"
"How jealous they must have been
OF one anotherl'' Isabella interposed.
My love" said the old lady, much
shocked, ''they were the dearest
friends. Augusta was tall, fine girl
OF seventeen when | first knew hel :,
with handsome ingenious face, some
what naughty, but very beautiful new
ertheless; 1t was her fine, upright figure
and stately carriage that the gentlemen
so admired" Tue old lady paused
and sighed, Lucy was only one year
younger. little graceful thing with
hight hair and fair complexion; her
eyes, | was told, were very lovely, blue
and open. She loved Augusta with all
her heart, they were companion beau
ties no rivals
81 should not like that"
"My dear, may you ever find as dear
a friend as Lucy did i'll Augusta, Lucy
was poor, Augusta, rich yet she loved
and sought her. Well month attermonth
were these two girls admired, and many
husband given to either" and Mrs.
Margaret smiled, but folks found
they were mistaken; the year came
round, and they were still but Misses.
Meantime, Lucy had been with her
tather-poor thing she had no mother
to visit an uncle in--we will say,
Berkshire. He was rector in a little
county parish; the autumn was rainy;
he had no wite-no children; and whilst
her uncle and father were out shooting
or fishing, Lucy was LETT alone with
the house keeper, a tabby cat and Rob
lnson Crusoe."
''1 should have run home"
Mrs. Margaret smiled and paused.
My dear, they were the happiest
days of her life; was going to say the
IdSt5nappy days OF her lite, but that
would have been far from true, though
once she thought SO. Well, near the
end of her visit the family came back
to the ball; there was grand rejoicing
and bell>ringing, for with them came
the son and heir, young man just re-
turned from America,-h had been
wounded at Saratoga. Well, Lucy's
uncle went to nay his respects to the
Squire and his Lady,. Now, my dear,
the Squire was old and equity, and my
lady a good wife to him-yes, a good
woman--to all be their due; but proud
very proud. Well, the Squire was
lad up with so sharp an attack that
week, he could not return the call, nor
did Lucy see any Of the family till the
Sunday, when my lady and her son APP,
peared in the large hall pew. The
Squire's lady looked like a squire's lady
IN those days,-none of your fimsy
muslins and barefieS; but Lady Anne
then and ever was in the richest bro
cade, one, my dear that would have
stood by itself, well displayed by her
hoop. Lucy watched her as she sailed
up the aisle, and thought her the finest
lady she had ever seen. My dear, she
was also the cruelcst.
Isabella looked up.
Mrs. Margaret smiled. s'But sh
was very handsome woman for all
that, my love, and used her fan. and
icourt,eyed to the people with surpass>
ing grace and dignity. Her wide
skirts filed the little aisle, and so be-
hind her walked the young Colonel.
He-well my dear, he was the best
looking man | ever saw; better look
ing one than you can ever hope to see.
He was dressed in Pompaior coat,
laced with silver, and wore one arm still
in sling. Well, and Lucy, silly little
Lucy-could not keep her eyes eff that
fine, pleasant looking gentleman. Yes,
ms very ooks We're pleasant. Silly, did