The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-11-19

w e'ltCAj 4iOlH Now 1OIh, were Du6y, some
reading, some chatting, some engaged in the
graceful mysteries of embroidery and crochet
ed.
by the way, where is Virginia !? asked Mrs.
Leaford. o--..-..
She will be down presently answered hel
sister; she has taken her letter up stairs tc
read L
That very instant Miss Lynne's light touch
fell on the door knob, and she came into the
room, looking prettier than ever in white
cashmere morning wrapper, relieved by the
f1utter of ribbons.
Lizzy,' she said, coming to her sisters
side, 4 have had the strangest adventure thi,
morning.
What do you mean?' asked Mrs. Wal
ter.
AS opened one of my letters she said
laughing in a half-pleased, haIf-puzzled man
ner, out fell a photograph Of course sun
posed it was one of those had taken of NV
self before | left New York
Well calculated the eager chorus of list
eners, and it was
The prettiest baby you ever saw = excIain
ed Virginia, holding up the pictured represen
tatlon of our old acquaintance, baby Harry
and her auditors pounced extaticaIIy upon it
uttering various feminine adjectives of delight
and admiration
Saturday night arrived most propitiously,
with keen wind and brilliant starlight, anC
Mrs, Leafords spacious rooms were soon fill
ed. MIR. Monroe and Capt. May were among
the last arrivals, and made their way tow.
ards Mrs Leaford as skillfully as they could
through the mass of crinolne which swaved
around the room.
tdere he is Mrs. Leaford = calculated Mon.
roe, as at length he reached the lady sought
tor. I've brought him according to contract
but, do you believe, the lazy fellow had coiled
up On sofa for all evening over his book =
If it hadn't been for my interchangeable efforts,
l don't believe you would have seen him here
tonight. lose
Pm sure Pm very much obliged to YOU,
said Mrs. Leaford laughing. Capt. May, the
only amends you can make for such an out
rageous breach Of discipline is to be just as
agreeable as you can to my fair guests tonight.
Miss Lynne, let Inc present Capt. May
AS the young officer bowed low over the
extended hand of the New York beauty, he
was half uncertain whether he was broad
awake or wandering through the mazes of a
dream. There, before him, stood the lovely
reality OF that lovely photograph, her jetty
hair wreathed with pearls, and her dark beau
ty ocntrasted with dress Of the softeSt pink,
with moss roses st her belt.
Ii he had been III love before his case was
desperate now H -..
How quickly the next two weeks few by (!
1t was not until the night before he sailed that
Capt. Raymond May mustered up courage to
confess to Miss Lynne that her similitude was
In ms possessloll--for, of course, that would
necessarily involve the surrender of the prec-
iQus property. But he felt that he must at
length tell her the truth and so, with sink
ing heart, he marched up the broad marble
steps OF Mrs Leaford'S mansion, and was
shown into pretty little room opening out of
fragrant conservatory AS he waited Miss
Lynne's appearance he nervousIy turned ov-
er the gifted volumes that lay on the table
One was a5photegraplr album, and he there
glanced mechanically at the various faces it
contained, without really seeing them, until
suddenly the face of his own little Harry smiI-
ed up i'll his own.
why, is it possible, | must be mistaken
But second glance convinced him that he
was not mistaken. 1t was Harry May and
nobody else.
Suddenly light foot step disturbed his rev.
clie III,
Miss Lynne he said earnestly, as soon as
the customary greetings of the day were e1-
changed, L am in state Of very great per-
plexity, will you solve the enigma ?
Certainly-if l can, said Virginia, blush
ing, at the time with soft uncertain tremor
at her heart
How did thispicture obtain place in your
album i? +.
The color subsidized into ordinary pallor as
Virginia replied In rather romantic man
her, Capt May. 1t was sent to me, with no
accompanying message, and | have no idea
where it came from .......
Ah that furnishes clew to the whole
mystery said Capt. May, placing upon the
table the picture which had lain next to his
heart tor the last few days, and relating brief
ly how it had fallen into his possession.
by some mistake at the photographers
my little Harry's picture has been sent to YOU,
and your likeness to me. ans widower, Miss
Lynne with one child, as | suppose you have
heard before this time
No. said Virginia, coloring, Il was not
aware of it; but
He looked earnestly into her face, where
the tell-tale crimson was already beginning
to glow, and the soft eyes to become shadow
ed with tiinid, downcast lashes; he looked
and saw something that encouraged him to
ask another question
Miss Lynne-Virginia-may keep this
picture?"
And she did not say NO.
When Capt May sailed the next day, it was
with something to look forward to on his re-
turn. --
'My dearest Virginia" exclaimed her sis
ter, what have you been doing? Don't you
know that May is a widower?'
ayes, said Virginia valiantly; shut that
don't make any difference; 1 love him, and
that's enough"
''Ahd don't you know he has a baby?"
well, and [ love the baby, too, because it
is Raymond's."
''Oh !" said Mrs. Walter, archly, $50 you
have overcome you horror Of second hand
babies ?''
swell, my dear, only take care that he
don't keep talking Mrs May number one"
Il have no fear she said.
And time proved the correctness of the
premises, for we don't know of any happier
young wife than Mrs May number two and
it is hard to say which she loves best, her hus-
band or little Harry"
How BRAVE MEN SUFFER AND DIE-In his
report of Chiealnauga battles, B. F. Taylor
records the solemn yet creditable fact ''It
anybody thinks that when our men are strick-
en- upon the field they fill the air with their
cries and groans, till it shivers with such evil
dences of agony,he greatly errs.-An arm is
shattered, a leg is carried away bullet pierces
the breast and the soldier sinks down silently
upon the ground,or creeps away,if he can,
without a murn,er or complaint; falls as the
sparrow falls speechlessly, and hkethat spar
row, Earnestly believe, falls not withouta Faith
er. The dying horse gives outhis fearful utter
ance almost human suffering but the man
gled rider is dumb. The crash of musketry,
the crack of rifles. the roar of guns, the shrek
of shells, the rebel whoop, the Federal cheer,
and that lndescribable undertone of grinding
IruInbling splintering sound make up the
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