Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-07-26
IS SAB E IA:
From Shop to Mansion.

nursed and waited on your mother since her infancy; but in spite of the tender care which she and the tender young husband had lavished upon her, the young wife con- tinued to fade, and ne stopped here on their way to the South, and decided to remain here until after you were born, hoping that she would then be better able to travel, and to face the excitement of the war times at home.
 "Searching for a quiet boarding place, for the hotel was far from being pleasant home for an invalid, he happened upon us, and at his earnest solicitation 1 consented to furnish them rooms and board for few months, and in nine weeks from the time they came you were born."
 "Then am of Southern birth2" said Isa- bel, who was listening to the story with earnest eagerness.
 "Yes, and your name was Isabel Caring ton. Your father was an ardent sympa- thizer with the South, as it was natural he should be, and we kept our lips tight closed to repress the words of patriotism which burned to come out, out of deference to our guests. It was not for long, however, for your poor mother, poor young thing, was not strong enough to rally after your birth, | and in our intense anxlety for her all sec 
 time, and we watched over her as if there were no interests outside her sick cham Der. She only lived few weeks, and the war was fully under way, and though your father was almost distracted with grief at his loss and the necessity of leav- ing her here, he saw no better way than to bury her in Northern soil, until such time as he could como back and remove her to his home, which think ~~,l@ Ds~L, were wealthy, knew, from their conversa- tion, though they did not show it by assum- ing superior airs, as so many people do, l and came to love your dear young mamma very much. After she died your father was more than ever anxious to throw him. self into the war, but, of course, it was not to be thought of taking tender babe liko you with him, even if he could have passed | the lines with you in safety. So, with a fathers natural feelings at parting with you, he left you in old Chloe's and my joint care, leaving with me an ample sum of money to care for you both, expecting with the sanguine folly so many were guilty of that the war would soon be over, and that he would return and take you South. Poor old Chloe pinSa and mourned for her young mistress, and grieved over her home until she was a nero shadow of herself and an easy prey to the severity of her first win ter in cold climate, and she, to.o, died, and | you and were left alone.'
 "My poor, darling mamma" said Isabel, with tear of pity for the young mother she had never seen, land my father-my 1 poor, brave papar'
 ''Never came back, and we never heard from him after that day, when he left us so | heart-brokcn at leaving you, his little | Isabel (you were named after your grand mother), and the grave of his Alicia, whom | he loved with an almost idolatraus passion, and yet so eager and earnest to join his countrymen in their struggle. It is prob able that he was killed in the first battles of the war, and that his letters to his people miscarried in the excitement of the times, | for have never heard word from any of them."
 | 'It may be mono of them survived the | fortunes of war;" said Isabel, thoughtfully ''but please tell mo more of my parents, I have so longed to know of them, and thought it strange that you were so reticent concern | ing them, and now my interest is re- doubled"
 "You resemble your father," said Mrs. Harmon, raising her chin and looking Tn her face, ''though your eyes and hair are like your mOther'S; she was avery beautiful woman, but your father was plain, though with face of great intelligence and strength; you are like him in character, too. have both their pictures in a locket which was left in old Chloe's care for you, and I have always intended to give 1t to you, but the right tune has never seemed to come until now. have been obliged to hide it, for it is very valuable, and feared it would be sold with the rest of our valuables,'' and hot blush of shame stole over her face for the mem
 ory of the dead, and rising, she dragged out
 the old bureau, bringing out a box from be-
 hind it, which she placed in lsabers hand
 It was an old-fashioned loclSet, of solid,