Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1868-01-25
TRACY's SECOND WIFE.
"What makes you SO late tonight, Ira

TRAGE'S GkG0ND WIFE.
"What makes you SO late tonight, Ira
cy?"
Frank Tracy laughed and reddened
little as his room-mate Howard Leigh,
carelessly put the question.
.'Blushing eh?" pursued the latter with
a specie of mischievous malice in his voice,
''then of course am to conclude that you
have been in the charming society of
some young lady,
"Your guess is partly right" said he
lightly, ''but the lady is very little lady.
To tell you the truth | have been spend
ing thce vening at Mrs. Waltons, and play
ing with that charming baby others. ! new
er saw such little Hebe in my life. Why,
| could have sat for hours with that ba-
by on my kpee!"
Then | am to conclude that she neither
chewed your cravat end nor .jerked at
yqur watch chain, to say nothing of cry
ing !''
7.Not bit of it. She's the most per-
feet little piece of flesh and blood l ever
saw in my life; if thought she would
grow up half AS pretty ss she is now, up
on nv life I'd wait for her!'
"And what would Leonore Warren
say?''
EAh, what indeed! Pm glad you've re-
called me to loyalty. though certainly Le-
onore can't very we'll be jealous of my
tiny fiiftations with Mrs. Walton's pref
ty baby. Heigho, I sometimes think Pve
made a mistake i'll engaging myself to
Leonora Warren. She is beautiful as an
angel, and yet somehow we don't seem
| to be congenial."
"Rather late to think of that, should
imagine, when the wedding day is fixed,
and passage taken in the European steam
er for the wedding tour. BY the way,
Frank, how long shall you remain in Eu-
rope?"
Il can't say some years believe. Le-
onore thinks'a residence in Paris will be
delightful | don't agree with her, bnt
brides you know, are priviledged to have
their own way. I'll tell you what, How
ard, the prettest pink coral l can find in
Naples shall be sent to hang around the
ivory neck cf Mrs. Walton's baby"
'Frank, how very fond you are Of chill
drenr'
"You're wrong there, my boy, am
not fond of children, generally speaking,
but don't know who could help loving
that little brown eyed seraph."
Frank took up the newspaper as he
spoke and the conversation gradually
merged into the all interesting subject of
politics, foreign and domestic.
! Hlyn-,tv I-aorv bayo abl,aJ onA Aorrol
in the broad channel of time, and Mr.. and
Mrs. Tracy had just taken possession of
and elegant home after long residence
abroad. 1t was evening. The gilded
clock on the mantel pointed to the h9ur
of seven, the fire burned clearly in the
ornamented crate, and the flowers in the
several vases on either side Of the Chin
ney piece were scarcely brighter in their
hues than the pictured blossoms on the
superb velvet carpet. Frank Tracy who
had changed from handsome youth in
to tall, stately man of about forty, stood
thoughtfully before the fire, while his Ian
guid, faded looking wife, reclined GA a
satin sofa in the lustrous shine of the
glowing chandeliers. There was only
one guest present to break the monotony
of the conjugal tete.a-tete,, and he was our
old acquaintance, Howard, Leigh.
81 do wish Frank, you wouldn't keep
drumming with your fingers on that man
tie, it makes me so nervous, but of co4Ise
you do not care for that, !" exclaimed Mrs.
Tracy petulently.
"l'beg your pardon, my love; was not
aware that was annoying you"
"Why don't the servant bring up the
choeolate?" pursued Mrs. Tracy, elera,
ting her eyebrows 80
"Shall ring and enquire?"
'No, it isn't worth while If we had
only remained in la belle Pfuis, Where
the servants understood their business"
'Then You preferred Paris as resi-
dence," said Leigh.
"Oh, by all means, but Frank never
could be contented there. 1t is the MOST
absurd Whim of his, returning to Ameri
ca % ... ..... ..- -...... .-
You forget, Leonore. said Frank some
what gravely, s'tRat America is home!"
Mrs. Tracy tossed her head and took
refuge in bottle of smelling salts. Hel
husband turned carelessly to Leigh and
resumed the conversation that her petu
lence had disturbed.
81 haven't asked you whether my old
acquaintances, the Walton's are living OF
dead. You have not forgotten my pen
chant for the beautiful baby. s.'. r.
"Oh, the Walton's disappeared long
no~o r-c,o ,ba o,,~ra,+ IF Nau Yoyk life