Connecticut western news., 1882-11-22
A WILKES BOOTH ROMANCE.
From the Pittsburg Dispatch l

From the Pittsburg Dispatch.] Miss Estelle was not very friendly to- ward me for the first day or two. was | young enough to be enthusiastic in my politics, and had the Pittsburg back bone in them and the young lady seemed to guess this, and avoided any talk with me about the war, although she some times talked to me through her mother. | was fortunately fond of music, and knew something about it. This bridged | the chasm between us, and tinall y made us pretty good friends and tolerant of each others opinions. We'll, one morn ing-it was Wednesday, I remember Miss Estelle and were at the breakfast table, Mrs. --having excused herself, as she had some household duties to at- tend to. The young lady's attention was i evidently prc-occupied about something, for she talked at random, and seemed to be thinking. At last she said, with a rather odd expression of face 'I expect 8 friend to call on me this afternoon. I think you will like him. He is very fond of music"
 I asked who he was, and she looked rather disturbed at my question, but re- piled: "He is my best friend; he is an actor, and is coming over from Washing ton." remembered what her mother had told me. and changed the topic of conversation. In the afternoon, about 4 o'clock, was sitting in the parlor with Estelle, when her brother Bob came in with letter for her. She blushed when she saw the handwriting on the envelope, and tore it open hastily. Then her ex- pression changed, and she showed that she was disappointed. She read the let ter two or three times, and then ex- claimed
 "Its too bad He isn't coming. l think he might have written more than that, don't you?"
 She tossed the letter to me, and, turn ing around to the piano, began playing.
 The note read:
 "April 12-It will not be possible fol me to keep the appointment for this afternoon. Iregret it much, but busi. ness interferes. J. W. B."
 Three days after that I was to gc home. got up early to help make ar engagements, and went out on the street where I heard of the assassination O. Lincoln. When I returned, Mrs. and Estelle were awaiting my appearance to sit down to breakfast. I was greatly excited, and exclaimed as I entered: President Lincoln was murdered il
 Washings>~a last night !''S Both ladies screamed and looked frightened, and Mrs. cried out 70, they will kill all of us who art friends of the South Who did it?'
 "A scoundrelly actor named Booth John Wilkes Booth"
 The words were scarcely out of m,
 mouth before Estelle gave scream such a horrible scream that I shall neve forget it-and then she fell forward upol the table, and from there to the floor dragging the breakfast things about he with crash. The mother seemed to b. almost as much affected as her daughter but she loosened Estelle's dress ant lifted her up, while I bathed her heat with water. was terribly confused, bu I suggested that I should go for doctor Mrs. -, at the mere suggestion, almos screamed.
 No! no! No one must know 1t /"
 "Know what ?" I asked. "Why, don't you know? Don't yo,
 know that John Booth was the man , told you about-the man she is in low with 9
 Then remembered the note, and tn
 fact that it was signed "J. W. B." Els , telle had not mentioned the name an, , that was why I did not understand it.
 was there two days longer, as I though Mrs. - might need me but she sai she preferred to be alone, and I left, afte a promising her not to tell what I knew
 She was wild with terror, and feared tha
 her daughter might be suspected of ha,
 ing some connection with the plot (
 Booth and his companions. Estelle wa
 i'll, and did not leave her room, and " never saw her after that awful mornine n poor girl