Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-05-25
For the Republican.
HISTORY OF A PHOTOGRAPH.
LEAF no. ONE.
RY IOTISE

into the cery tent of the enemy" ex-
claimed the gentleman, with half anus
ed, half sc6rnful expression. Don't
know how you came here. but I'll take a
look at you anyhow. All, dark brown
hair-no pin cushions, horse hair rats or
trash there-tiny, we'll shaped hands.
Pretty good. Guess | will take another
look. Eyes. you are beautiful, rsdiar;
with sunshine. Mouth, strange forgot
you before. closed so firmly, looking so
self reliant Well, photograph, l dou't
know you. but YOU are charming. any
way" and he sighed As he took another
glance. "Whv, what Is ihiss" questicns
, Guy sufprisedly.
Traced in light, delicate characters, mp
on the margin, was the name of ''Marcia.
"Ha, the problem is solved," said Guy
-Hartban. "Gsraid Hamilton opened his
letters here. this very morning A lady
love of his, probaby," and Guys face
grew dark. "He--Gerald-- is n medde-
some fellow at best. When l informed
him intended 10 call on Miss Stuart mt
eight and half what should he do but
cali half hour in advance. When was
announced. he lo,ked up so surprised
and said, why Hartman, you here?,
Th-t jackanap"s of Hamilton, will come
searching around for that photo. Won't
he find Il too? If be asks too many ques-
tion,, he might Rave to leave to the tune
OF Hail Columbia Something amusing
carshi his eye in the street Ifs.ow. and
casting aside chairs. books, papers, arv.
thing that happened in his way, he gained
the hall below, where he ran over the
rhore girl. stumbled over the pretty, bux-
ON chambermaid laughed at the formers
biz round eyes. as he haslencd away. a
half minute later tie outraged chamber
maid went IN the housekceper, ard she,
in turn, to Tie widowed mother, who
smiled languidy. and promised to speak
10 my SON, which she did, on his return:
in her own peculiar fashion. Gly listen
ed attenuvely, declared he was sorry for
the sins committed; moreover promised
round eyes some gay ribbons, to bind
around her not remarkably beautiful hair.
and the chalnbermaiti gold ring for her
pretty, plump finger.
In the midst Of pleasant country town
stood handsome gothic cottage, sur
rounded by creeping vines, and bright
colored roses, which twined themselves
Lovingly. DER door and sill. The gravel
walk was h6rdered up with box while
jus, beyond, the woodbine was climbing
up the rock. Hobeysuckles threw their
shades pro.cctinsly over the cottage, on
| ly letting the sunshine peep in here and
there. between the green leaves. The
the leaves, awoke the birds In ;heii cages;
anil. as they swing TO ard fro. the melo-
dious songs came swelling their tiny
ihroa;s. Everything beiokcned comfort,
ease, and. 10 a certain extent elegance.--
The bright. pleafant parlor. shaded with
| its hesvy lace curtains. the brussels car>
pet. with its gay, scarlet buds. aud dark
green leaves. all appeared as though for
row never entered there. a stream OF
sunrght swept in and glorified this little
retreat.
| In one corner stond massive piano. In
another harp. A few rare pictures dec
GRATED The walls. One of these repre-
sented singuIarly beautiful woman of
thirty years. perchance, when taken :
Heavy. dusky r,ngets fell like a cloud
over the marble like shoulders, and clus
, tered over pale womanly brow. Black
eyes looked pensively out from under the
drocl,ing Iashes. The light crimson lips
were closed tightly, yet about them ling
ers a gentle expression, like sunbeam
after shower. "You are very like your
deal mother, Marcia" remarked the eld
er of the two ladies, looking at the pic
ture upon the wall. The young lady
smiled, pleasantly and looked up as she
replied. cousin Gerald ,hinss so ton,
Aun,ie.
Marcia, dear resumed the elder lady,
Il received letter from Gerald this morn
ing. He cannot come down to Woodbiae
next week, as he hoped" and Mrs. Ham,
| ilton looked sad. and in her heart wish
ed that little boys would always stay lit
tie. And, my dear. lest forget it, send
him another photo The pic ture yon sent
he lost somehow. 1t is a great disap
sentiment, Gerald is not coming" and the
mother sighed again.
In his Office in the Quaker City sat Ger
aid Hamilton, looking gloomy enough
Upon the dark face a bitter. passionate
look rested. And why not' Had he not
tollcd from earliest dawn until now, suf-
fering all proud ambitious man could,
the long days through? Retrench must
he the waichword now. How, with bis
luxurious tastes? He loathed the
thought. And the bitter naughty look
grew deeper in Gerald Kamilton's dark
stern eyes. Now ne must live over the
long weary years, and begin just where he
started To morrow must commence
again The old life. Tire loss--Ah, II was
great enough TO he so deceived by his
dead fathers friend; old, grey haired,
sanctlmonious James Wilson. Web, il
was not comfortable thought, rich yes
terday and poor to-day. Oh, singular he
had forgotten cousin Marcias message TO
his friend Guy Hartman. What an iu'-
puslent fellow he was to. invite himself
down to Woodtinc yust when he was go
ing. Why couldn't Guy go alone. once
mores IL all came of that slight indispo-
sition, when Hartman made himself SO Of
hcious, and telegrsphcd for Mrs. Hamil-
ton, and coz. Marcia. He half believed
the fellow must have seen hev, or the lost
picture, before that time. Looked sus-
picious, anyway, for they were driving