Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1871-05-26

With WnOm tney were TO remain Inat
night, and 60 on next day to their des-
tination-St. Louis.
After the first salutation our hero
went to his room to remove some of the
evidences of his long ride from New
York. He had removed his coat, vest
and collar, he had splashed and soaped
and washed, until his damp curls hung
close to his shapely head, when he made
a startling discovery.
Flushed and breathless, he rushed
into the next room upon his friend.
Townsend" cried he, "what upon
earth do you suppose? I've got the
wrong bag; I've changed baggage with
the angel of mercy Look at the slip
per; see that thimble; contemplate
that glover'
"Its evident you've got the lady's
satchel. And what was there in
yours p
Don't bring up that dreadful idea, -
said Dick. "Cigars and hair brush, a
pack of cards, pocket flask and a tooth
brush-everything disreputable. If [
am Judged by that bag, I'm lost man."
"And this l took for a clean Shirt"
and Dick held up frilled and futed
sack, such as do duty for more exten-
sive night dresses with ladies when
travelling. "Td like to see Augusta
when she opens my satchel."
And Dick fell to musing, with the
slipper perched on two fingers, and the
frilled white lace spread out tenderly
on his knees.
In the upper part of handsome
mansion in St. Louis, on the evening
of the day our heroine first made the
readers acquaintance, beautiful Belle
Alden, the petted and only daughter
of the house, sat contemplating the va
rious articles her confidential maid was
disposing upon the table-articles taken
from no less a receptacle than Dick
Marcy's travelling bag.
The cigars and cigar case lay side by
side, and highly scented party they
were.
whats in the little silver flask,
Rosa,'' said the fair mistress.
"Brandy, ma'am," replied the maid.
"He can't be very dissipated to travel
with such little bottle. That's in case
of Sickness" returned Belle.
Its my belief" said Rosa, who was
a shrewd girl, "that the gentleman was
a mighty nice one, else you'd not so
readily excuse the cards and the bottle" !"
"For shame, Rosa. All gentlemen
play euchre travelling, and even clergy
men take little brandy in case of sick
ness" answered Belle. And this man
was a gentleman, and liberal one, too,
for he gave the poor emigrant woman
ten dollars. What's that, Rosa?"
For at that moment Rosa held be-
tween her fingers a letter
Whether it was wrong to read stran-
GERS letter vexed Belle for moment,
as her eye glanced at the superscription
and handwriting.
"Why, of all things p exclaimed the
delighted girl, seizing the letter. " why,
Rosa, this is Jenny Marcy's writing, and
addressed to Richard Marcy-her only
darling brother-who was in Europe
when we two graduated at Madam Rit-
ter's in Brooklyn" -
Belle read rapidly till she reached
the middle of the letter, when she burst
into merry laugh"
"Hear this, Rosa," she said, and she
read from the letter
"Above all things, Dick, dear, don't
fail, while in st. Louis, to see my best
friend and schoolmate, Belle Alden. |
know you will fall in love with her; for,
besides being the best girl in the world,
she's beauty and an he1ress, and faith
er's choice, above all others, for his sons
e. - 10 +0I nj
and hoped Belle would not marry be-
fore you came from Europe. She is full
as anxious to know you, and wears your
hair and mine in a locket father gave
her last year. Give her lots of loye,
and beg her to overlook your many I'M
perfections for the sake of her old
schoolfellow, Jenny''
"Ihen this gentleman is, of course,
Miss Jenny's brother" said Rosa land
what will she say when she hears OF
your having met in a romantic way p
g don't intend to tell her of it till L
60 to New York this fall" said Belle.
" Perhaps her brother will CALL"
But in this supposition Belle was
wrong. The month passed, and she
saw no more of the golden-headed Rich
ard.
And she carefully separated the yell
low lock in the little keepsake from the
dark tress of Jenny's, and put it back
into its place alone, while another
locket held a piece of Jenny's. And
somehow Belle looked very, very often
at the wee golden curl, and she never
did so but the rest of the handsome
head sprang up beside the locket, and
she would sit and contemplate the pic
ture her fancy had wrought for her, lit
tie dreaming of the interest she was al
lowing to grow in her bosom for Jenny's
brother.
In the fall, Belle and her father went
to New York, and the first day after her
arrival found her sitting with her old
friend, who, after the evasiye meeting,
sat down to empty her soul.
q am so glad you are here this
month";" Jenny said, "because I'm to be
married in October, and l have always
been crazy to have you for bridesmaid,
and Dick is to be Harry's best man."
Belle blushed.
"But Dick has fallen hopelessly, madly
in love-"
Belle turned pale.
eyes, l was dreadfully provoked
when he passed through St. Louis, and
never went near you. But he went
wild over some lady he met on that fa-
tai trip.
Z" He will talk to me by hours of An
gelica. And when l have spoken of
you, he has been positively rude, and
asked me to have done bothering him
about my freckled school friends-you
know your picture shows freckles but
bless me, you haven't any now. And
your picture don't look any more like
you than it does me, not bit.'
" Rut tell me-" asked Belle. "is YOUR