The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-07-02

Go, bow before your God and pray,
II yet your prayers may ought avail.
Go, face the fearful form o. death,
And, trembling, meet the chidng glance,
And then for once with truthful breath,
Answer Is this time to dancer
- -- $1,000, .,,--r,.s.c.-x
SEEEy's Choice.
The colored frame of the open window sc
set off Sally's yellow hair that it was pity
there dad not pass a travelling portrait-pain-
ter that September afternoon. The house was
silent; it was silent out of doors and Sally
was involved in mental contemplation. With
in her view were two roads, which at present
were traversed neither by pedestrian nor ri
der. One Of these roads ran through the field
opposite the house--level, straight, and filled
with the binding rays Of the setting SUM- The
othet crookedly deecended past the garden gate
till it made a sudden turn into the village
street, a mile distant 1t was obscured by
the tall sycamores and willows which hid the
houses standing behind them, and which were
already III the shade of twilight. With her
minds eye Sally saw, toiling up the crooked
road. along by the trees, a soldier in blue
jacket, leather belt, which had pistol-case,
and a.cap was pulled over his forehead. She
turned from the vision with a start, as though
it W ere reality, and looked down the other
road. With her minds eye she suddenly be-
! held another vision An officer with flashing
buttons and shoulder straps was strolling leis-
urely toward her. At this moment her faith
er's voice outside the porch dissolved the pan
Drama, and changed the current Of her
thoughts.
where's your mother, Sally Snow % he
asked on entering.
''She's gone to Mrs. Halls to a quilting par
ty."
"What am | going to do for my supper I
should like to know"
'1t's all ready but boiling the tea-kettIe."
Boil it, then"
She made tea; and taking off the cover
which Mrs. Snow had over the viands arrang-
ed by her own hands previous to her depar-
ture, she and her father took seats at the Ia
ble
Comfy sour sass dough nuts custard pie
and riz cake!" said Mr.. Snow, discontented-
.Iy.
She made no reply.
CANT there some cold chicken?'
''Just enough for dinner tomorrow, moth
er said"
''Fetch out the chicken" he demanded,
pounding the table with his knife-handIe
She brought it from the pantry and Mr..
Snow demolished it.
''The dog will have something now and
your mother will be none the wiser It's be-
yond me why she hates dogs So"
''You are afraid Of mother, said Sally, hot
ly.
''Talle care, daughter, take care - replied
Snow, throwing a bone on the clean floor.
''You are; and so am l."
Il declare" he exclaimed, rising, Il do
perceive that the days begin to shorten. I'll
have to hurry up with my chores"
''You know well, father, that mother means
to make me marry Major Brewer; and you
know you don't dare to put your foot down
that | shant. | like somebody else better
you know that too
Freely! RELY! RELY" said Snow, des-
pairingly, Selling his old hat and slapping it
against the wall, as if he might shake out of
it the idea that was not i'll his head; but moth |
ing came of it, and he edged himself out of
the house.
Could Orderly John Cutter have known that |
afternoon of his being in SalIy's thoughts he |
would have walked down the street of can
vas city in Virginia with more alacrity as he |
was taking letter up to Major Brewers quar-
ters AS it was, in a rage. He must pre-
sent the letter, which he knew was from her |
in accordance with the rules Of military Ell |
quette, instead of thrusting it before him, as
he would like to do, and demand satisfaction |
He eptered the tent with more abruptness
than was needful, and rendered the letter.
The Major, in entire ignorance Of Johns feel |
ings toward Sally, kiRdly asked if he had !
heard from Bingham lately, reminded by the !
postlnark Of the letter that it was his native
town.
'No, sir"
Bring my horse up in an hour, for the |
General rides this afternoon"
YES SIR and John disappeared. If he |
had staid he would have seen an angry flush |
pass over the Majors face as he read the letter;
for Sally, in a postscript had asked him to
give her respects to her old friend John Gut
ter.
Between seven and eight Mrs Snow came
home very cross, and scolded Mr.. Snow till he |
took refuge in bed, and scolded Sally into her !
chamber. Her crossness originated from some
gossip at the quilting, who told her that Ma
jor Brewer drank terribly in the army, and |
that Sally had said she would 90 to the poor !
house before she would marry him. Although |
Mrs Snow did not believe what she had heard, |
she was irritated enough by the report to |
write Major Brewer that very night advising /
him to Get leave of absence, if possible In |
the stiffness of the night John Cutter penned /
an eloquent epistle to Sally, which contained /
the offer of his hand-his heart she had long
possessed-but it never reached her. But /
Major Brewers letter came safely to hand, |
and was taken to him by John himself To
do Mrs Snow Justice, it was by accident she
happened to be in the village store, where the
post-office was located, when Johns letter
came to Sally, and was handed to her by the
postmaster. When she got home, she threw
it in the fire with its seal unbroken; she had
her own code of right and wrong, and adhered
to it faithfully. She believed it was right for
her to take Saly's destiny into her own hands;
she knew what Sally wanted better than Sally
herself Major Brewer belonged to the high
est family in the county. The Brewers own
ed the most woodland, and lived in a square,
aristocratic mansion, which stood by itself
FIVE miles out Dillingham;. To overcome the
proverbial inaccessibility of the family by an
alliance with the good-natured Major was an
act worthy the efforts of the proud Mrs. Snow.
The Shows were y-open-mouthed,
easy, indifferent to place, and ignorant. Mrs
Snow herself had been an humble dress
maker; but ability, courage and strong will |.
had made place for her in Bingham. Sally,
alas! though handsome, agreeable and live
ly, was terrible little plebian, and gave no
indication of the strength of character which
her mother possessed The year before the
war broke out, John Cutter fell in love with /
her at the dancing school, and she returned
his passion. A shy rustic courtship went on.