The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-03-14


Southern beauties strong featured Eng
lish travellers, extremely reserved in their
manner two egant twin sisters from
California; Lady Goss, the only titled
woman present-all slyly taking note of
each Others dresses all secretly con
sclous Of looking a little better than the
rest.
Mrs. Clo Marshall, who generally hal
the pick of the company about her, had
been captured by bright little bru.
nette-a bride who had journeyed few
miles with the General and his wifc-to
whom Mrs Marshall lent an attentive
ear.
$50 sweet and pretty, and utterly
unworldly," said the brunette, as Virgin.
ia Harold slipped into 9 chair which she
had rolled toward them. "She must
have been quite recently married." she
continued, "f0r she talked great deal
about her pretty country home and pa
I even Lad description Of pa who is q
noble looking old man, very pale and
| tall, ana q clergyman. He has long,
white beard and blue eyes, and his hair
shines like silver According to her
statement. she was his one eve lamb,
and [ hope General Chatfeid will keep
on being good to Der. Any one can
see that he is over head aud ears in love
with her just now"
81 told you that she was u country
girl" chimed IN Jenny Harold.
Mrs. Clio. Marshall biz her lip and
tapped the rich carpet impatiently with
the tip of her pointed shoe.
"I'm sure don't know what to make
OF it," she said dreamily and q little
aside.
Just then there was stir and rustic
General Chatfield was entering, and
everybody turned to see the BRIDE, whose
beauty had made so strong an impression.
She came in, leaning on the Generals
arm--a wee thing, scarcely up to his mil
itary shoulders. Quite equal to the mo.
ment she seemed, and utterly uncon
scious Of the fllrOr she was exciting.
Her face was brilliantly beautiful and
q trlfe arch. The complexion was fault
less the teeth CLEAN of white light uu
der the exquisite tinting of her lips; her
smile took one captive; her hair, conin
ed by q slender golden wire, fell in pro
fusion upon neck and shoulders, and
shone like amber in the overflow of light
|
among the folds of which her disengaged
arm shone enchanting!y white, as she
gracefully lifted the long, sweeping
| train.
The Geueral-audaciou lover-went
the whole length Of the room before he
was brought TO halls by Mrs. Clio
Marshalls glittering eyes. The rich
widow had risen, nerVously; her hand
rested on Virginia Harold's shoulder,
and the young girl could feel that she
trembled.
Mrs. Marshall !" he said, with pleas
ed smile. Chilly, this is friend of
mine; Mrs. Marshall, Mrs Chatfeld.
1--WE saw each other sometimes in the
hospitals, year or 70 ago, said the
widow, her voice ard smile constrained,
as she spoke to the young wife.
eyes you can't think how good Mrs.
Marshall was, Lille" said the General
"and," turning to the window, you re-
member Cap.-poor Cap Nolen? What
time we had at that mess dinner, Ell?
and the captured wine and the preserv-
es Wasn't it jolly? Poor Cap, is dead;
perhaps you knew? Died out in Ne
hraska"
Indeed" responded Mrs. Marshall ;
Il was not aware of that. | heard moth
ing OF it when I was IN Nebraska"
"You-you in Nebraska He nearly
let his brides arm slip, but lifted 1t
again That's odd few American Ia
DIES go to that wild region for pastime.
When were you there?"
Only three months ago was in --,
and stopped at the Moptrose House"
Her voice fell. cit was my chance to
make few acquaiptances there"
Four pairs OF eyes were at that moment
concentrated upon the Generals face-a
face that Just then could not be controlled
A glance Of horror, and yet an appeal for
secrecy, flashed into the widows resOlute
! face. His coor came and went he
could have shot himself for trembling
from head to foot.
Luckily an old friend touched him on
the shoulder, and he turned away, but
his face was as gray as ashes.
How could You Clio ?" were the first
words spoken by Virginia.
Mrs. Marshall drew long breath.
1t was my fate, suppose" she said
quietly ooh, that poor childw
odd YOU notice she changed color ?"
lqueried Jenny.
"Why, what is 2" the voice of the un,
suspecting brunette chimed in. "Whqt
maze you all so queer: I'm sure the Gen
eral looked frightened halfto death, and
as to his little wife, I pitied her without
knowing why. There's nothing wrong,
hope. Do you know travelled in com,
pany with them for miles %
| 81 hope there's nothing wrong" said
MIRA Marshall, quietly, and soon the trio
separated. neasr tiug al
Three rapid knocks at the door Of Mrs.