Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-12-06

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ture ?"
"Of course end now / want you
to call as soon as possible, and if you
love me, tell me all she said about the
picture"
80, l shouldn't tell you on that ac-
COUNT but | will call tomorrow
evening"
eyes, indeed, Mr.. LOCKWOOD" sid
Mrs. Bellamy the following evening,
as that gentleman stood in her parlor
before an easel, ''it is beautiful it is
the picture of my darling friend, Miss
Fanshaw-that isl mean Mrs Lem.
ogine and such sad, romantic sto-
ly She was married, and for some
little reasons the marriage was kept
secret from every one-iudeed, it was
lust like Kate to do such thing ;
she is quite spoiled, but so loving and
romantic. Her husband was very
handsome, and she was desperately III
love with him but suddenly news
came that he was dead-so dreadful
Now, of course, she is a widow, and
dresses in deep mourning, and has her
husbands picture hung up ip her
dressing room with cypress twincd
around it."
"How very dreadful" said Mr.,
Lockwood, "and very strange too,"
he tho't; but the mystery Of the at
fair required caution on his part.
"And-' he hesitated, ''she resides
in New York ?"
"Yes, with her uncle, Mr.. Ellison ;
Jacob Ellison. you have Leard of him /;
the rich banker.'
"And it was a secret marriage e
eyes, secret marriage. The truth
was, the family were very eager to
have her marry her cousin, George
Ellison, and think it was to put the
matter at rest-to get rid Of impor-
tunity that she privately married Mr..
Lemosine,"
80, So" said Mr.. Lockwood to
himself, 81 yeta little glimpse into
the affair."
Il haze a small picture of Mr.. Le-
moigne," Mrs. Bellamy went on, tax
ing up her album. ''The poor child
had a few copies taken for her init
mate friends"
Mr.. Lockwood saw the picture OF
the verltable Henri Lemoigne before
him !
At late hour that evening he has.
tened to his friends room, and the
story was gone over.
"By Jove, if that isn't luck!' said
Henri. "There was no mistake il
was my picture, Mrs. Bellamy show
ed ?"
mo more mistake than there is il
yourself this minute"
swell, well by heaven, that i:
coed. And now | am going to CLAIM.
my wife"
"Do you really mean, Henri Lc-
mogne, that you are going TO take
advantage Of Miss Fanshaw's act o1
rash lmprudence!"
"Now, Lockwood, don't preach. |
m certainly going to claim my wife.
: Has she not chosen my picture to rep
resent her husband My appearance
= is then to her taste"
"Well, there's something of diff
ference between a man and his pic
ture."
"Granted; but do you wish to dis
parage me to that extent as to say
that my looks are all there is to recon-
/, mend me / admit | have commit
- ted number of blunders in my life
| didn't set to work and make fort
une, Then l thoughtlessly gave of
Tense to my good aunt by trihins
$ kick at Blanche, her lap-dog. Bu
f you see fortune tavors the brave an(
, my aunt has forgiven me and left m'
her fortune, after all $50 there is moth
ing to hinder my going to claim my
. wife"
| you are too bad
: "Not at all ali things are fair il
t love and in war. ! will see Miss Fan
shaw-Mrs. Lemoigne, that is-alcne
, and if she positively refuses TO adml
/. my claim, why, that alters the case
f But, to morrow I go"
. Miss Fanshaw sat in her beautiful
dressing-room, when sord came tha
e gentleman was in the parlor wh'
wished to see her.
: "His card, Lizette."
+ ale did not send his card"