The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1864-09-29
KENOSHA, WISCONSIN, THURSDAY, SEPT 49, 1864


peer Of the realnl-and said he should always
look upon us both as Sisters and that he
recommended his dear Amelia to our. sacreC
care. Till then we had had our doubts as
to keeping the young person. for charity il
one thing, atdrespectahility' another; bu
the moment stheacaptain spoke so honorable
we felt1what our duty was, and we've KEEP
it. His wife might owe us a twelyemonth'
rent, and neither | nor my sister would 81
much as name it to her. Poor gentleman
we know OUR selvesswhat it is.to be reduced
in rank g94w Lire 5reodese .lse.
inquired what the captain was like, as
should wish to recognize him if we ever me
and was answered by an ecstatic catalogue
.of male charms from Miss Lucinda. Capt
Fitzgerald was, she aYerred, the gentleman
all over: had long fair whiskers, an eye-glas'
stood six feet one at least, without his boots
and had quite the military air "''And how
he dressesso, poor gentleman, don't know y
added Miss Lucinda mysteriously, for he
says he's always unfortunate at bets anc
cards too, and that none of his friends eve
help him with shilling. However, one
things certain, Mrs. Fitzgerald is making
much more money since she has taken tx
play at balls Ten shillings night, as she
says, is princely pay compared, to lessons,
/ was at a little Christmas evening party
few nights later, at the house Of one of my
oldest friends, and in the hired musician o
the evening, / recognized my fellow-lodger
In her Cinderella black dress and with hel
pale, worn-looking face, the brave little wo
man seemed fairer to me than any of the
flushed, wreathed, and white. muslined an
gels of the party. Her physique had the
same character as her playing. Beauty o
feature che had not but there was 9
look of quiet strength about the clear cut
lips, an expression of power in the deep-se
iron gray eyes, which rivited you strangely
and instantly to her face. And her hair il
itself was a beauty I. Such amass Of natu
rally waved gold brown hal. as it was
drawn with careless grace from her broac
fore head, and twisted in a rich thick col
about the little classical head. There wer
many lovely Partisan wreaths, no doubt
and a great deal of lovely Partisan hair worl
by the twenty or thirty young ladies in my
friends drawing room, but none of the fe
male c0iFureS there seemed tome at all t.
compare with poor Amelia's simple bands 0
waving gold. a..
Did her husband think so too? [ wonder
For, reader her husband was there-ther
dancing to his wife's music, and looking al
unconcrened fine gentleman as you ever
saw in your life. | was standing close be.
side the piano when Capt. Fitzgerald's name
was announced and for an instant | noticed
that the time varied ominously in the waltz
Amelia was working under, Then she raj.
- h., 1Irrf ooAtr
Of the kind between this husband and wife
and played on, steadily and without flag
ging, through the remainder of the immuta-
ble tWentyon dances. ....
Only once | saw her eyes fixed upon her
husbands face. 1t was in a gallop; and
Capt Fitzgerald was dancing witch a tall
stately young woman, all floating in limo
cence and white tullc, and crowned with
roses-Miss Barbara Ashton, the belle of the
room. Just as they were whirling past the
piano, it occurred, | conclude, to Miss Ash
ton that the music was not fast enough for
her taste, for she looked up softly into her
partners face, and then requested him to
IBID the young person to amend her time"
And her partner obeyed her He stopped,
leaned forward with that urbane air of which
Miss Lucinda had spoken), and said "a
little faster if you please" his arm still en-
circling the lovely 'Barbara's waist. And
then Amelia looked at him. Heaven grant
no woman may ever look at me with eyes
like those And still, poor child, 1t was a
look Of love. II
| weut up, later in the evening, to the lady
of the house, and carelessly mentioned the
captain IS name. Who was Capt. Fitzgerald
and had they known him long? | did not
remember seeing him at any of their parties
before.
''WelI in certain way, we have known
him a long time" she answered. ''He was
in the same regiment, you know, as my
brother Frederick, and that brought him a
good deal about our house when We were
living at Brighton and the til was station
ed there What he has been doing for the
last two or three years, nobody knows. he
got into terrible difficulties some time ago,
had to leave the army, and went wrong alto
gether-made low marriage, in short
but as one sees him out again, known and
alone, most likely his wife is dead or has
left him. Capt, Fitzgerald is not at all a
person admire, Or would encourage about
my daughters" she added; "but he dances
80 beautifully that Alice would have him III
vited. and as we met him at the Dacre's last
week, it shows there can be nothing very,
very wrong about him now for you know
old Lady Dacrcs is SO particular IN these
matters" ..saJ a..# ..f.
left London late on the afternoon of the
next day, and as | Yves getting into my cab
at Miss PhiIips's door, had kind little
farewell nod from Amelia Her usually
pale face was all lit up, and flushed with
smiles; sturdy, yellow-haired boy had
got his arms tight around her neck; and
the silhouette of the Captains profile-long
whiskers, eye-glass, and all-was dimly dis
cernible behind the window-curtain. 1t
was New Years Day; SO concluded that
this excellent man was rendering his wife
supremacy blessed by cOndsecending to cat
his turkey and plum-pudding in that hum
BILE room.
Would Amelia have loved him better, had
the captain been an honest man? plain
hard working, simple-hearted fellow, deny
ing himself to keep her and her child IL
comfort shaving day after day, night aftel
night-as have known Some do-and con
sidering himself amply rewarded IL by any
extra work of his, he could satisfy her ca
price for new SILK dress or trip TO TIE
sea, or a velvet suit for the child?
l am not able to answer that question sat
isfactorily l only know how well it is to1
men that there are so many Amelias i'll tn
world. ..
THE RICHMOND Examiner, of the 9th, tell
the story of the capture and death of the no
torious John Morgan. 1t seems that h
was on a reconnaissance near Greenville
East Tennessee, and, using the privilege 9
highwayman, took lodgings at an inviting
house near the village. The pleasant littl
house happened to be the residence Of agMrs
Williams, whose husband is an officer Of
Gen. Burnside's staff Mrs. Williams KEEP
quiet until the guerrilla was asleep The
she hastily procured a horse, rode at full
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