Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-02-16
A GENERAL OUTFLANKED.
From the OYerland Monthly.

A GENERAL OUTFLANKED.
From the Overland Monthly.
Mrs. Clio. Marshall futtered down
into one of the sombre parlors at Will
lards, and settled her voluminous
drapery on damask lounge.
She made liberal display of gold
eyeglasses, gold bracelets, gold chains !;
indeed, the superfuity of gold upon her
person gave yellow tinge to her coun-
tenance.
Mrs. Marshall was called by some the
gold widow" She was dark and hand
some, with wonderfully beautiful eyes
and brows. Her money drew all, and
particularly single men, toward her.
Virginia Harold, young lady board
er, was playing fantasia, at the request
of a rather stylish young man, who,
though not looking equal to brains of any
calibre, was considered a rising author.
Lady Goss, new arrival, ratified her
heavy silks in lonesome corner, and
was dying for some one to talk to; but
she had not been introduced to either
of the ladies present.
Miss Harold finished her fantasia.
$50 tiresomer' she said, little af-
fectedly, tossing her brown curls from
shoulders bewitchingly shining under
costly lace.
"Obliged, weally, "..responded the gen.
tleman, with nondescript sort of bow,
which he had been practicing for weeks,
and which was q servile imitation of a
titled dandy attached to one of the
legations, and he lifted another sheet of
music with MAY beg?"
"Jenny, come here; | want you,"
sounded Mrs. Clo Marshall's imperious
voice, and Jenny lifted her fine form
lazily and sat down by her friend.
"Don't let that silly fellow court you
so publicly" said Mrs. Marshall. "You
are too handsome to waste any sweetness
on him. Now don't bride; that is not
what l wanted to say. Do you remem-
Der General Chatfeld?"
~ think l do. Blonde, isn't he, with
very fine, blue eyes, and lovely, tawny
beard? Oh, yes l came very near
liking him last summer, but somebody
told me he was married"
"Yes, yes !; and it is so strange that
he should be here with his wife," said
Mrs. Clio. Marshall, wrinkling her fore
head. $50 stranger'
"Pray, why strange, Clio. ?" asked the
young girl, bending attentively over the
clasp of her bracelet. 81 see nothing
SO very strange in gentlemen bringing
their wives to Wizards"
81 know. But when saw Mrs. Chat
field, only three months ago, she was
the veriest shadow, poor soul! half
dead with consumption. can't think
how she has revived sufficiently in this
short period to visit Washington. [ am
sure she never expected to do so.'
Perhaps she is dead, and the gallant
General has taken another" said Jenny.
"Oh, no, that would be monstrous |!
You know I have been in the far West,
hunting, with uncle JEFF, and it was in
town irs Nebraska where | saw Gen.
eral Chatfeld's wife. They were board
ing, or rather she was-for she told me
her husband was north transacting gov
ernment business-and | never should
have made myself known, only saw a
gorgeous, full-length portrait of the
| General, in oil, and knew him in a mo-
| ment. Mrs. Chatfeld is tall, intelli-
gent woman, and must have been very
handsome once. She worships her hus-
band. Well, | shall be very glad to re
new the acquaintance"
At that moment there sauntered to-
ward them little, dried-up mummy OF
man, brilliantly arrayed, and who, ru-
NOR said, was fishing very industriously
for the rich widow.
" You ladies will have to look to your
laurels," he said, with smirk. III have
| seenlGeneral Chatfeld's wife. Heavens
/ and earth she is like fresh rose,
plucked from some sunny, southern gar
den. 1never gazed upon fairer face
'pon my honor, never"
Mrs. Clio. Marshall looked bewil-
dered; Virginia Harold, who was a
beauty, and a petted one, shrugged her
white shoulders.
"Strange p said Mrs. Marshall, when
she spoke. els she tall, and rather
derly ?'
The little man laughed, as he twirled
his watch chain.
"Sweet sixteen! not an hour over
not that yet, if am a judge. Must
have found her in some parsonage, or at
school, and married her at sight.
would, blame me such pretty crea.
ture! But you'll see her at dinner, and
there's the gong"
Mrs. Clio. Marshall adjusted her
tiounces with a dexterous shake, and
gave, the finishing touches to chain,
and Lace, and bracelets. Lady Goss rat
tied dreadfully as she went forward to
hook her arm within that of very
high nosed gentleman, and Virginia
\ Harold, all grace and gentleness, know.
| ing that the dinner was her hour oi
triumph, moved gracefully on by the
side of Mrs. Clotilda Marshall.
Beautiful as picture" said the lat
ter, after they were we'll seated, looking