Crawford avalanche., 1891-11-26

IN# .Ehf%64M4S owner of the house.
Col. Richard Warresby. a direct descen-
dant in the female line from its builder.
-s-o-Os - h~ SO, h,as ~ ..si.l.
family portraits, to which the Colonel,
who sits gazing into the log fire blazing on
the andirons, bears most striking rese m
blance. He is q tall, well-proportioned
man Of some forty years, whose face,
though kindly. indicates strong resolu-
tion and courage
His title of Colonel was won by the
most daring bravery on the field OF bat
tie, and as he sits gazing into the fire,
this Thanksgiving morning visions OF
soldier life rise vividly before him. He
lives again that day at Nicksburg, ten
years ago, when he encouraged his men
60 repel sally OF the besieged upon
those working In the trenches Once
more he stands face to face and fights
hand to hand with that brave Confed-
crate officer so gallant and handsome,
whose face is indellbly imprinted upon
his memory. Again he sees that officer
fall beneath his sword and again he
shoulders as he feels those large, dark
eyes, fast glazing in death, fixed upon
Il--a--.,sith a -lAols- of nnt,tta- hln h .-~l
~Pardon me for disturbing you, dear,
but want to introduce our new govern
ess, Miss Rena Mention, OF Mississippi.
1t was his wife who spoke, srousing him
from the trance like condition into which
he had fallen. He rose hastily to well
cone the young lady whom his tempo
rary absence from home had hitherto
prevented him from meeting Great
heavens! There before him stood the
very fcer whom he had killed at Vicks-
burg! The face was younger and hand
somer than IL had been ten years ago,
and It's features were of q more delicate
and feminine cast, but there was no
mistaking those large dark eyes. Though
that dying look Of hatred had passed
from them, and they now wore cheer
full, kindly expression, they were the
very same.
The Colonel tried to speak. He tried
to grasp the small white hand so frankly
extended to him. Impossible. His tongue
Glove to the roof Of his mouth. He
staggered, the room reeled, and he knew
no more
Rena Mention was the only child of a
wealthy planter. who had inherited from
his father one OF the finest estates in
Mississippi Reared as the idol of both
parents, the helIess OF a great planta-
tion, and the pet ano darling OF 300 Oh
4OJ saves, her life was one uninterrupt
ed day of sunshine until the completion
OF her sixth year. Then the guns al
Fort Sumter summoned her father tc
the war. At his departure he gave hei
a miniature of himself inclosed in a
diamond locket, saying: "My darling,
keep this always for papa's sake, and II
am killed YOU wi not forget me-.
Captain Mention never came back. HIS
name was printed in a list OF those killed
at Vicksburg. and his young wife, com
pietely crushed by grief, died before tho
close OF the war, which had swept away
all her husbands property, leaving hel
ten-year.old daughter penniless. For q
time little Rena was cared for by hel
aunt, but she, too, died. aud at sixteeT
the girl, who had develop cd into a mag
ni6cent Southern beauty, was thrown
completely upon her own resources
Making her way to New York. sh'
found employment as Roverness, an'
It was in that capacity that she hat
been engaged by Mrs. Warresby and haC
accompanied her TO her New EnglanC
home.
When dinner was announced on tha
Thanksgiving Day, Colonel Warresby
had entirely recovered his compoSure
and greeted the rural guests who hat
been hidden to his hospItable board will
his accustomed courtesy. To Miss Men
ton he was particularly kind, explaining
his strange conduct OF the morning b,
saying that ho had been overcome by I
sudden dizziness. He assured her tina
she should be in all respects o daughter
OF the household, and sald that nothInI
should be left nndone to make her Rappl
In her new h9me t4~