The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1870-11-24
HAUN TED BY A FACE.
BY AMY RANDOLPH

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Of Mrs. Pelgrove's masquerade ball, yeI
| 1T struck on his consciousness like a new
sensation, a revelation Of untried capac
tiles and possibilities within his heart.
Julian Chestwick had always laughed
at the idea Of love. NA
There is no such thing" he had said
" Love, forsooth People marry because
1t mutual convenience, an established
custom
But when he saw the. face at Mrs. Pei
groves masquerades bail, be furled his
banners and sent in his letters of capitu
lation TO the little blind god with the
bow and arrows Julian Chestwick, in
spite of the theories of a Lifetime, fell in
love with Masquise of the time of; Louis
tile Fourteenth, with powdered ietty
locks, patches, and dainty high-heeled
boots 9R0g11Q 3ba3 gaf G0rfU3I}8E0a 3
1t CAME and went like a shadow-the
bewitching face--and Julian Chestwick
FASTENED to his hostess with heart thar
throbbed and cheeks afiame, with the
Fevered quest :JnG q8af n8.T +s80ee a(rH
!" Tell me, Mrs. Pelgroye, who is the
4NGrqUase in the velvet trained dress and
the red heeled boots and the diamond
stomacher ~ Lnab 81 1l#a So D5uoaa W
Mrs Pelgrove stared. sf o.. a9. VI
my dear Mr. Chestwick, there are at
east half dozen Marquses here" -,
| Julian bit his lip. To him, there was
| but one in all the world. gaI b5ps4i ylll
| 3 He haunted the rooms like an ,unqaiet
spirit all the evening, until people began
t" believe that the Hungarian Prince,
with the tawny mustache and the velvet.
blue eyes, was an ubiquity but the face
shone upon him no more. -. .o.4...
| so you won't marry Miss Pearfield p
quoth his un lie, q cholcric old gentleman,
who was particularly fond of two things
In this world-nutty favored port. and
his own way.
'"No, sir" said Julian recklessly. -'1a4l
-" And what the-1the deuce is the reas
SON ?"9aFJT 81 ~ t43oag8d9 9mas ppjva
Because love somebody else. ,sd,
/ ".Who?"
Julian looked awkward he could not
very well say "a face" nor could he des-
clibe the quaint loneliness of the days
LOT Louis QuatorZe. So he said nothing
at all and in consequence thereof his
uncle went home in passion and alter
/ GU Ills VIII. ft5fr9 ksaft# k4ef
Miss Pear6eld married somebody else,
and Julian Oh, stwick worshlpped at The
Shrine Of the oval face, contented with III
remembered smiles asirhey haunted his
dream. SAL ff aa.aa ~ 1,,;tr;.., t. a.
| Il shall see her some day." he told
himsell, and until then l will wait pa
tiently." INA I9a3 aaa s1l q o@] l31Ax
He hunted the galleries of photograph
&c artists-he pored over the Adams O
his various friends and quaintances-hs
stalked up and down the sunny side O
Broadway with time the tides Of fashion
able promenade inundated 1T most over
whelmingly, staring persisyently int,
every feminine face that passad-but al
in vain. az 49, 'ts
shall see her" he kept repeating
"if only can bide my timel, Is he
When Mr.. Field Pakenham invited
him down to Christmas party a. Paken
ham Court, an old fashioned place witt
w1de-tbroated chimneys and grooves c
holly and laurel and nodding evergreens
julian Chestwltk hesitattd. New York
vas great human beehive; in New Yorl
his claims OF realizing the dream of hi
Lifetime were as five to one, comparet
with any other place, and yet. Julian
Cheswlck was too gool CHESAPEAKE
not to comprehend that the tide OF Iucl
needs change now and then lfgsfti
+ YOU'D better come" said Field Paken
ham; :" We shall have no end of larks
/ Shall you have large partyp' asked
( Chestwick, with sort of languid inter
est EdLg@E a'1o7sS ASA
Twenty or thirty" answered Paken
ham. Lots of pretty girls"
/" 1t will be such u bore p 8tl.
/ mo 1t WON'T" H3frgW tnsaitror
f99" All right, then I'll Gomez .u5s-
a9 y But when ?" demanded Pakenham
who, having been ordered by his sister
to-" be sure and secure that handsome Mr.
Chestwick, was naturally DESTROYS t,
clinch the nail of assent. ia
"Let me see. Christmas is on FRIDAY
II come down to the Court Thursda,
afternoon M 48aE gIHf
III" All right" said Pakenham; "anc
! mid, II you fail US, we'll have you hung
drawn, andAquartered Why, man alive
there are fifteen girls coming, and if
cont get some masculine help han't ar
idea what's to become of me p
Z" Don't get discouraged, old fellow
said Julian cheerily; {" I'll stand by you!'
Pakenham wrung his friends hand,
and went ON his way rejoicing aol
Mr. Chestwick's eye roved from face tc
face, as he took his seat at the brillian,
table In tue antique old dining-room,oak
panneiltd and low ceiled, at Pakenhan
Court There were blondes and bru-
nett,s, and blue eyes and gray, scraggy
throats and dimpled shoulders white
silks and blue merinos, but there was no
look or feature III all the gay assemblage
which might suggest the French Mar
qu1se, and Chestwick, within himself
agreed WI, the great philosopher of old.