The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1852-05-04


INTO indifference, and, on her side, into dislike,
when certain den0Hcment Of Master Victorss
notorious love.makings, accompanied by dis
graceful circumstances, determined her 10 uut
an end to it, once and Tor all.
$50 you are determined?" exclaimed he
with ill-restrained anger, as she repeated her
resolve to him for the fourth or fifth time.
Yes: will have nothing more to say to
you,' replied she firmly.
"Then my father and his reverence the cure
may lose all hopes Of me.n returned he bitter
ly. II have done much I'LL own il: / have
won no ones esteem. I have been idle, irreg-
ular, profigate. But wherefore? Because
have had no one to care for me. Since my
mother died, have been left 10 myself with
no kind hand to guide me, no kind tongue to
warn me: what wonder that youth should go
astray ~
NO one to care for you!" exclaimed julia,
not without tinge of sarcasm. "Do not your
father and monsieur the cure do their utmost
for you7"
"The one reproves, and the other prays for
me-, said Victor, with derisive smile; then
turning to Julia, with face in which peni-
tence, respect, aud affection were well simula-
ted, he exclaimed; s'but thou, dear Julia, art
the sovereign of my soul! in whose hand my
fate is placed. 1t is for you to shape my des-
tiny: will you award me love or perdition r.
AT your bidding, no honorable deed shall be
too high to mark my obedience"
"Then return to Marie Burden, and redeem
the promise you made her," exclaimed Julia
warmly.
"Nay, sweet Julia. if my priestess bids me
turn away from heaven, am justified in pro-
testing. Hope is the spring whence good and
great works flow. Bid me despair, you bid
me seek ruin"
"Pooh. pooh!' exclaimed the young girl
with contempt. 81 am plain Julia Gostillon,
who loves frankness and honor. You have
| neither one nor other, and so / love you net;
and again and again repeat It, l will have
nothing more to say TO you."
| Though the perseyering Victor continued the
colloquy, exerting himself to the utmost, spar.
ing neither vows nor tears, Julia remained firm.
| AT last, seeing thathis case was hopeless, he
| changed his tone into one of sorrowful resig-
nation-declared that honest frankness was a
| great virtue, and that it was we'll they had
discovered that their affection was not recip-
rocal; and, in conclusion, begged the wearied
Julia to accompany him that night, TO the
chateau, for the last time. for the purpose OF
explaining to his father, who might otherwise
be troubled with suspicious, that their court
ship was broken off by mutual consent. After
| much persuasion, Julia consented, and ac'
cordingly paid her last visit to The chateau that
| same evening.
| A few days after this occurrence, the 18th o.
June arrived, the day of the fete. On the pre-
ceding evening, unknown to the good Julia, 9
score of light-hearted girls were weaving gar
lands of flowers, and preparing the crown o
roses, in the house of neighbor Morelle; IL
| that of neighbor Bontemps another gay party
were industriously Ornamenting wooden
throne with coverings, hangings, and cushions
| of brightest colored flowers; and half the peo
| pie of the hamlet were thinking of Julia, anC
preparing bouquets, pincushions, caps, ant
various little trIfies, to present to her on the
morrow.
In due course the morrow came. The sum
mer sun had not risen many hours, wher
] cheeks, braided hair, snow-white gowns, and
streaming ribbons, went, tripping beneath the
trees, towards the cottage of Widow Gostillon'
| After them came bands Of youths and boys,
/ and anon men and matrODs, and the elders oil
the place, till nearly all the little community
| was gathered round the house. Early as il
| was, Julia had risen, and was at work. She
had had her own pleasant anticipaiions Of the
| fete-thOugh she had not heard that r0siere
was to be crowned, much less that the honor
was in store for herself-and had intended, by
commencing some hours earlier than usual, to
have done her work so much the sooner, that
she might share the pleasures OF the festai day.
But all thoughts Of work were quickly BAN
ished by her eager visitors, who, touched even
by the fact, that they had found her busy at the
time when all were holiday making, embraced
her, praised her, bade her prepare for corona
ton, wept, laughed, chaited. clapped their
hands, jumped, danced and made such hustle,
that Widow Gostilion, in some CONSERVATION,
cried out from her chamber to know what was
the mat er. And the poor widow wept, too,
when she discovered what was going oIi-xept
solemnly in thinking over Julia's fidelity to
herself. her industry, cleverness, self denial,
sweetness, and, as a proud mother might, Of
her beauty. And presently the neighbors
brought forth the poor invalid in her chair
and placed her on a pleasant spot beneath the
trees, whence she might behold the installation
Then Julia retired with those appointed to be
| her attendan,s-her firing women. the ladies
of her court; and when, some time after, she
came blushing and trembling and with happy
tears upon her face, wearing her simple holiday
dress of white muslin, ornamented, in charm
| ing style, with wreaths OF roses, the cries o
'.Vive la rosiere." might have been heard ,
long way of. a
[coNCLUsIoE TOMORROW