Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1865-09-28
EHEECE MONHELE'S TRIAL
EIae Stolen Collar.

1t was the full noontide of brilliant
April day, with diamond raindrops sparkling
"a the plate-g glass ndows of Mrs. Payson's
boudoir, even while the sunshine wove itself
in quivering arabesques of vivid gold around
the stand of peerless white japonieas that
occupied he niche between the heavy orange
silk curtains. 1t was an elegant room; all
around were scattered the witnesses of a
fashionable woman's ennui-the piano, open,
yet deserted---the rosewood desk containing
a half finished note Mrs. Payson was too
indolent ever to achieve a full-bown letter)
the workbox piled with gaily colored woods
and patterns the French novel on the sofa
Poor Mrs. Payson she worked a great deal
harder to do nothing, than any day laborer
tolls, to win his two or three shillings day.
just at present however, she had found a
congenial and truly feminine occupation
she was absorbed in displaying her latest
acquisition of rich laces, to her niece, Miss
Geneva Ware.
Mrs. Payson was a plump, languid lady of
about thirty five, with pale blue eyes, and
fair, abundant hair, rolled back a la Eageaie
from face where plentiful applications OF
rouge and pearl-powder concealed the re-
mains of a very delicate skin. Her dress
was SANSouts WI ISL 'oiO az
least three heavy bracelets, twinkling with
precious stones-for Mrs. Payson was fond
of jewelry, and seldom did violence to her
inciinations in that respect, or amy other!
Her companion was altogether different
Genevra Ware was a tall, superbly moulded
girl, of about twenty-five, with large dark
blue eyes, and hair that had the indescriba
BILE shine and glilnmer of melted gold-s
young Juno in face and figure-while hei
beautiful complexion just touched with tht
neotarine pink on either cheek, might have
shamed even the waxen whiteness of the
japonicas in the window.
''0h, aunt, how pertectl' she exclaimed
enthusiastically, holding up an infnitesimal
web of creamy lace ITS real Spanish
point, isn't it? You might examine it with
a microscope and find no flaw: the little
beauty"
Mrs. Payson smiled in gratiiied vanity.
% 1t ought to be pretty, Genevra. | gay,
fifty guineas for it-but then it was the onl,
one imported.
.'Oh, you extravagant aunt laughed
Genovra, giving her amber emls it'll,
affected toss. Fifty guineas for lac,
collar, Well, it's a delicious thing TO be rich
isn't it,"
Always prefer the very choicest anC
most expensive of everything" said the SELF.
satisfied matron. "Theres no pleasure il
wearing those cheap, common things such a,
other people buy. And really, Genevra. yor
know Spanish point is just like diamond:
and Indian shawls-a sort of investment, a.
your uncle says. It's a positive heirloom
it never will wear out"
That's true, sighed Genevra, with some
thing of envy in her softly modulated voice
as Mrs. Payson leant forward to pull th
bell-rope.
.sSend Miss Monille here"
And Miss Monille camo-a delicate, slen
derby framed, interesting creature, in plai
merino dress, with heavy braids of purple
black hair, and black eyes full of hqui
lights and shadows. She was decide
brunette; the crimson freshness of her chez
glowed like wine, through clear olive dar
skin: and the simple bow of black ribbon a
her throat was prettier in its unostentatiou
grace than any flash of diamonds, or spark
of rubies.
al hope havn't taken your attention o
the dear children's education. Miss Monille,
said Mrs Payson, complacently playin
with her bracelets; but | really don't hk
trust that rattle-brained Mary with thes
eensiye laces. Just be kind enough
them in my wardrobe, and bring m
ayto