The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1873-11-06
ONE OF THE MIGHT HAVE
BEEN'S.'
BIZ MISS c. b LERow.
From the woman's Journal.1

~ oou H0"S, Nnpe!
MY friend, Mrs. Maynard, was sittin,
] In shaded corner Of the broad piazza
!, with an open letter in her lap Her hand
were clasped listlessIy, and the look q
PAIN in the eyes, which were fixed on the
far-otf, misty mountains, sugg ,sted ms
question. &c D f38 stsl
The stsge had brought The mail half an
hour before. It's arrival was always anxi
ously locked for, and formed the only ex,
cltement OF the day. In our quiet sum
mer retreat among the hills, letters were
doubly welcome, and had sought Mrs.
Maynard in order to tell her the pie sing
intelligence had just received. Our &C
quaintanceswas but y few weeks old, yet
had rpened rapidly in that time, as we
had been mutually dependent upon each
other for society. . 5..a
Yours must be good, at least. Mrs
iCole," she said smiliaQ.
my husband will be ker next Satur.
day night" replied. "He has at Last
found some one to take his place in the
office for few days. When ho comes
will shov you one @f the best men in ell
the world" but an instant later re-
GREETED the words, for Mrs. Maynard was
widow, and, only three m ouths before,
had buried husband whom she loved as
devot"dly as Ibid NINE
Perhaps she guessed my thought.
II am always glad to hear just such en-
thusiastic words" she said cordlnlly,with.
out the least evidence of pain l feared |
had thoughtlcssly inflicted.
"Then | make you glad very often" l
said, flushing little. as mentally con-
trasted she iupulsiveness of my own ma
ture with the ease and quiet dignity If
hsrs.
Il am glad to know that you are 80
happy in your marriage" she continued
"The affection between husband and wife
is, to me, far more beautiful than the mere
levers love, uutried by the many tests
which cannot fail to follow life-union
Do you feel like herring little story my
DEAR | feel just like telling you one"
was only too glad TO nestle into 3
corner OF the rustic bench upon which she
sat, to listen to the narration.
She folded the letter, which had lain
upon her lap, and replacing ii in the eH.
velops showeA me the address.
"Can you read character by handwrit
ing!" she asked.
I was obliged to acknowledge my ina
bility. "But will make my first attempt.
A woman wrote it--a tall, dark, very
handsome woman, with large eyes; |
don't think l will risk myself any further
regarding her physical appearance. She
is cultured and witty, straightforward,
reliable, a woman to 60 to the death for
! anyone she loved, and should rhirk she
! might lave that one to her destruction.
, How near have approached the TRUTH"
and returned the letter
: with some practice you would become
: an adept, Mrs Cole. II made a few cor
rections and additions you would have a
very accurate mental photograph of one
of my dearest friends. Helen is not tall
or handsome woman. She is below the
medium height, and with all her strength
Of character is sensitive about the matter
Her only beauty is her eyes, which you
rightly described IS large, though l sup
pose you judged so from the almost mas,
culine size of her writing. She is as little
Of wit as you can imagine, though she
hasa keen appreciation of humor in Others
Years ago@she had the happest d;spo-
sition ever knew in my lifc--a hearty
honest laugh that made the room ring,and
ouoyant spirits which never gave place
to dependency in herself nor allowed 1t
in others"
"Years ngo'" said. as she paused a
moment.
YVES. many years ago. She is forty
years old now. You could not have de.
Fcribed some Of her mental traits bctt !
if you had kHown her, yet think that
aIge, firm handwriting might suggest to
any one force Of will and temperm mt the
honesty and reliability which character
iZe her, the truth Of ncr friendships and 9
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