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

only spots of color In it were her eyes,
heavenly blue; but even they looked dis
tended and troubled. She was il an
agony of doubt and fear, any one could
see that.
"My child are you ill?" asked the
widow, quickly.
" You are an old acquaintance Of my
my-the General" said the little creature,
talking rapidly. as if she feared her
strength would fail her, one pretty, slen-
der hand touching the widows arm !;
" tell me the truth. as you would if yDu
were dying ?-she gaspod q little" has
he wife living?"
my dear child, cannot say, cannot
tell you must not"
81 must will Yoa shall tell me;
il would be cowardIy to leave me in
doubt, wicked as murder" she cried
hoarseiy. See here; have letter.
perhaps should not tell you, but who
have [ to 60 to? | never opened his let
ter before but you remember the other
night--oh, how happy was before that !"
Her fearless eye and quivering lips Mrs
Marshall never forgot. :" This letter,
need give you no cine to It's contentS,save
this: it commences, Dear General and
concludes, Your suffering and neglected
wife, Oh what am [? what am l j? Can
[ have been so woafully deceived, so ter
ribly wronged? No!I will not, can
not believe It,"
She sprang to her feet, throwing her
arms above her head in anguish; then,
before the widow could answer-console
she could nOt-fell heavily to the floor IN
death.like swoon.
At that moment the door was flung
open, and General Chatield entered, a
long slip Of paper in his hand. He flung
the slip at Mrs. Marshall, as he sprang|
forward, and lifted the bruised Lilly in
his arms.
"My God he cried, " what have you
told her ?" He caught sight ofthe letter
What has she seen? Too la c, too late !!
For Gods 5ake don't say I'm too late"
Mrs. Marshsll'read the dispatch me-
chanically. General Chatheld's wife had
been dead twelve hours
"This is too horr1be" she said, rising;
" Oh, man, what q wreck you have made
of your life and hers"
ono, no, she is still mine MY adored,
my darling Leave us, Mrs Marshall.
My punishment is more than | can bear
leave us. She is revlving"
What wild words, what prayers, what
promises were reiterated in that sad room,
none ever knew.
Mrs. Marshall was woman of good
sense, and kept her own counsel for that
broken Lilly's sake There was u rumOr
of some kind about the hotel everyb DIV
seemed to feel in an obscure way, that
ftu, Al n e ~ /
quarters. At all events, his beautiful
young wife was very i'll, and gossip flour,
shed.
Then Mrs. Marshall. the only lady ad |
mitted to the SICK room, circulated the |
report that now the Generals wife was
gaining strength, slowly, the physician
had recommended change of air, ald she
would therefore, return home Cor a sea
son to her native New England. In the
meantime, at LllIy's request, Mr. Chatfeid
had written to her father, and he had
come.
Few noticed the tall, white haired cler
gyman, who stopped at Wizards for q
day none knew of the awful interview
that passed between him and General
Chatfield only Mrs Marshall saw the
shadow Of what had come to Washington
few short weeks ago-the white, cold
corpse-like face, beautiful as ever, but OH,
80 Observation-Disclosures In carriage with
her almost broken hearted father.
They had reached the depot The old
clergyman had left his wan child for a
few moments, when some one came hurry
ing; through the cars, and stopped at the
seal where Lilly was.
e - IL, L
voice. My God can not. Lilly, be
loved, think again. I am free you ar,
my wife, mine Oh, darling go back
with me; go, for Gods sake, or shall
destroy myself. You love me, Lilly; a
word to your father will settle all"
General Chatfeld, you will be kind
enough to stand aside" and there was
that old man, looking little enough like
clergyman now, his eyes flashing fire, his
face as white as his beard.
With a muttered curse, the General did |
step aside, only to see Lilly fall, hal
fainting, into her fathers arms.
Wild eyed and motionless. he stood IN |
the depot, in which be had stood so tr |
umphant, only--to him it seemed only |
but yesterday-and now!
Mrs. Clio. Marshall was married within |
two Years after that sad episode, and |
established hor own little pet coterie in
Washington society, in which Genera
Chattield was never seen.
Years after, when sweet Jenny Harold !
was sweet Jenny Alstead, with chlldrep |
at her knee, Clio. read Der letter, the |
closing sentence of which ran as follows
"And as you will see me again, il |
heaven pleases. My dear husband knows
all, and says he is only too thankful thai
was firm in my persistence, in that mat
for How MANY timnS have ihOnnht nf |