Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1873-07-19
TRAP TO CATCH A HUSBAND.
an Incident of our civil Wharf.-The
Confession and n Kiss.

An Incident OF our civil War--The
Confession and N Kiss.
Sunset in the tropics. Sunset on
the outskirts of Louisiana forest
stately, solemn. What q chaos OF
noble color, what an Eden of bios
som and of odor, what royal prodi-
gality OF untrammeled life. The
spot where a party of tourists had
encamped themselves for the night
was at the height of some 800 or 40C
feet above the level OF the sea and a
glowing sweep of low land country
yellow maize fields, orchard villa
ges, and gardens-stretch away
league beyond league before them.
The party which made up this en-
campment consisted of four men
Northerners on tour Of pleasure
aud observation. Three were gem
tlemen of wealth; but the fourth
Jerrold GraY-Was o dependent
nephew OF one OF the rich trio. His
uncle had educated him, and now
at the end of his collegiate course,
had taken him on this tour. At its
conclusion Jerrold was to choose q
profession, and commence single
handed the battle Of life. His un-
clio had a number of children, so that
Jerrold could not reasonably expect
to inherit anything, and his indie
pendence prompted him to decline
further pecuniary aid.
Leaving his companions cooking
the supper, in true camp fashion,
Jerrold strolled of to view the PAN
Drama that was stretched beneath
A q he a.
listlessly leaning against a tree he
woke the echoes of a chance song
lie was really fine singer, possess
ed of a highly cultivated voice, and
sang with all the abandon of pre-
sumed solitude. He did not see the
bright, black eyes that were watch
ing him, nor the dainty ears that
were listening, both of which be-
longed to one of the wealthiost and
prettiest heiresses in Louisiana
She sat on splendid horse, and
made a picture that, had Jerrold
seen il, would have eclipsed the OPP
posite landscape upon which he was
gazing. She waited there, fascina-
ted, and trusting to the shelter of
the trees until he turned and retrac-
ed his steps. But suddenly, in the
very height of his song, his glance
fell on her, leaning gracefully for
ward upon the saddle, and regard
ing him with face of mingled won
der and admiration that was so in
tense as to be comical, the tall BUSH
es and branches half yelling her.
Never could he forget the picture.
His voice abruptly ceased; and the
next instant he burst into q ringing
laugh that was so joyous, hearty,
and irresistible that it proved infec-
tious, and catching by instinct the
humor ofthe moment, she laughed
very heartily. Then, as if fright
ened by such familiarity with a
stranger, she sobered suddenly.
81 beg your pardon, sir, for listen
ing" she said, "but 1t is SO seldom
we meet human being up here in
the hills that you tempted me to lis
ten"
Never had Jerrold looked upon a
face that so fascinated him. The
girls dark hair, and face on which
there always lived bloom, but to
which there never mounted deci-
ded color, appeared the very embod-
iment of health and vitality. But it
WIS NuC VIZ
features that constituted their great
st charm; their expressions were as
shifting and various as the atmos-
phere upon an April morning. Ev-
cry mood and passion they reflected
changed them into another face;
now they were those of q laughing
Hebe, now those of q simple child;
she was a woman for whom man
would cast aside every tie of heav-
EN- and earth, and for whose love
perdition would not appear to them
too high price to pay.
Before Jerrold could reply to the
girl, gentleman on horseback rode
up.
$50, Berta," he said to her, "you
ran away from me-" And then,
seeing the stranger, he bowed po-
litely, and added, cit isn't often
these wild hills are visited by stran-
gers"
A brief conversation ensued, end
ing in visit to the temporary camp.
The gentleman introduced himself
as Blanton Fenshaw, planter of the
neighborhood, and the girl as Berta
Fenshaw, his niece.
"Do you intend to remain here to-
mig htG" he asked as he prepared to
go.
EYES," was the reply; "we are
very lazily seeking pleasure, and
camp wherever fancy dictates"
"Then l shall insist upon seeing
you at my house. You see it yon-
der" he said, pointing to a planta-
ton residence dimly visible in the |
distant plain, "and until then good |
day."
Berta added her invitation, and |
uncle and niece were soon riding
out of sight.
Knowing by experience the hos
pitality of Louisiana planters of the |
higher class, and certain that the /
was intended for actual |
acceptance, the tourists decided on
the morrow.
On that same morrow, toward af-
tcrnoon, Berta Fenshaw sat in her !
room thinking of Jerrold Gray
She had dreamed of him during the
aight, and she was wondering why.
Il was not because of a dearth of /
Young men among the circle of her
Icquaintances. And all the region
knew the pretty heiress. She knew
I'll the old kmen and women in the
country, and their numerous COM
llaints. She was godmother to half
he babies. The young planters of
III the adjoining counties were in
owe with her and proposed to her
It regular intervals. But Berta was
She was very happy as
he was, and il she did marry, he
must be more of hero to win her
han she had seen.
Had Jerrold Gray seen the pretty
leiress, and known that he was the
subject of her thoughts, he might
AVE been more battered, but scarce
y more IN love with her than he re-
lily was. Her room was arranged
With all the simple taste of we'll
red girl. Her hanging book
helves were Well-filled with their
ow of poets, their row of useful
works. The neat little writing-ta-
lie, with its gilt inkstand and its
retty, costly nick-nacks, stood in
he window; and above it hung the
age of her pet canary. There was
piano, too, and a well-filled music |
tand. Upon all the room was the
IMPRESS and evidence of womanly
aste and neatness; nothing was
rim, but everything was properly
ranged. Above all, neither in
ooks, pictures, music, nor dressing
able III the adjoining room, was
here the smallest sign of fastness,
nat almost Omnipotent drawback
} the charms of the young ladies of
ne present day, But none of these
Aings interested the young lady
ist now, and in the middle of her
sverie she heard the arrival of the
ourists and the voice of her uncle !
them. Hastily finishing
er toilet, she went down to the
tting-room, where she found the {