Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1865-09-28

a yawn behind her pretty hand. NThe last
time | visited you, there was portly Enghs-
woman, in spectacles and dyed silks, queen
ing it over the nursery; and this | suppose
is her successor 2"
"Yes-isn't she pretty little creature
SO quiet, too Ralph always declares she
makes him think of pomegranate blossoms
in the conservatory; he says she is perfect
ly tropical
'.Does he z"
Geneva looked thoughtfully into the red
glow of the CRATE, turning her bracelets of
rare Italian canoes round and round upon
her wrist. And when Ellice Monille came
to bring the key she shrank without know
ing why, from the baleful fire that seemed to
scorch her, as Geneyra Wares handsome
eyes rested for an instant upon her face.
$50 we are rivals" pondered Geneva,
biting her lip. s.Never mind have not
Iabored all these years to humor Ralph Pay
sons fantastic whims and conciliate his way
ward fancies, to be supplanted at last by
black-eyed little governess'
But Miss Ware did not fully appreciate the
dangerous advantage her unconscious enemy
had gained until that afternoon, when she
passed the half-open nursery door, on her
way upstairs to her own apartment.
1t was bright, cheerful room, airy and
spacious, with canaries singing in the win
dows, and full food of western sunshine
streaming across the carpet. Three chubby
little fair-haired girls were busy writing
copies at the table, and Miss Monille was
finishing a water-colored drawing, at her
own desk, by the window. All right so far
all perfectly proper, correct and educa-
tional; but there was fifth individual pres
ent whom Miss Ware could have cheeffully
omitted from the assembly. Ralph Payson
was leaning over the. chair, and smilingly
criticising the progress of the fair artist.
1t was pretty ta5leau-the tall, splendid
ly proportional young man, with dark
wavy hair, and chocolate-brown eyes, and
the exquisite fower-like beauty OF the girl
Nor did Geneva fail to mark, with her
scathing glance, the soft absorbing light of
Ralph's eyes, and the deepening color in
the brown cheek of the governess And
Genevra Ware stole softly along to her
room, without having been SEEM more deep
ly resolved than ever, that the little govern
ess must be got rid of by fair means or foul.
She began her quiet Vaccinations the
very next morning.
"My dear aunt" said she, after they had
entered the carriage for Mrs. Payson's
usual drive ''what on earth induces you
to keep that little bit of an old fashioned
slip of a governess? She has no style at alln'
ashes well enough" returned Mrs. Pay
son, alphabetically, ''and her services are
exceedingly reasonable. AS for style, the
girls are so young that | really don't thing
her manner makes much difference; although
| must say, she's very ladylike-a clergy
mans daughter, I'm told"
IA French governess is much preferable,
urged Genevra, "And [ heard yesterday
that Mademoiselle Meraude was at present
awaiting n situation"
"Nevertheless, / prefer Miss Monille.
The children are very fond of her, and she
is so obliging about keeping an eye to my
laces and jewels and things"
Genevra was baflled; repulse is not
defeat She returned yet again to the
charge--this time however from q new
quarter.
'.Ah but my dear unsuspicious aunt, did
it never occur to your superior wisdom, that
somebody else was fond Of Miss Monille,
besides the children ?"
Mrs Payson turned her round blue eyes
wonderingly towards Geneyra.
al don't know what you mean"
Geneyra coughed mearingly.
10 appreciate all Miss Monille's good quail
tiles"
9sNonsense. said Mrs. Payson, COM
fortably clasping her hands inside her err
mine muf. at is nothing on earth but
| one Of Ralph's firtations. Do let him amuse
himself
The campaign, thus far, had undoubtedly
been an utter failure Geneva, however,
nothing disheartened or discouraged, set
herself diligently to work to plan new
expedients.
Ellice Monille could not long remain in
ignorance of the fact that Geneva Ware
was her bitter Incorporating enemy. All
her little innocent arts to conciliate the
naughty blonde-all her soft, winning ways,
and gentle kindness, fell fruitless to the
ground And many a time, when Genevra's
bitter sarcasm or sweeping glance of scorn
brought the tears to those dark eyes, Ralph
Payson would whisper soothingly, Don't
mind her ungenerous taunts. Ellice-they
are not worth one of those sparkling drops!"
But Geneyra bided her time with con-
centrated malice, of which meek little Ellice
could form no idea.
"You'll wear your famous Spanish point
collar, aunt, of course, as it is to be a full
! Certainly Just hand it to me, Geneva,
that's darling -
There was to be morning concert at an
aristocratic mansion. Mrs. Payson and
Miss Ware had lunched early, and now after
at least two hours diligently spent at the
toilet were approaching the triumphant re
NTH of their labors.
I'm determined I'll be the best dressed
woman there, or | will retire from society! !"
was Mrs. Payson's inwardiy breathed vow.
Consequently Mrs. Payson was absolutely
| gorgeous in rose-celored brocade dress,
strown all over with glistening silver leaflets,
and so many diamonds flashing from her
ample person that their intolerable glitter
actually made poor Mary's eyes ache, as
she surveyed the magnificent tout ensemble.
1 Genevra Ware. scarcely less splendid, in a
white opera cloak, trimmed with gold cord,
stood by nonchalantly, playing with her sill
yer bouquet-holder- She leaned over to
look into the little satin-wood box.
at is not here, aunt !"
'.Not there!' echoed the lady at must
be there, Geneyra. | always keep it in that
one box
'sPerhaps you have dropped it among the
others, suggested Miss Ware.
Mrs. Payson sought nervously among her
treasures, but in vain She turned baskets,
drawers and Baskets upside down, in a chaos
of hopeless confusion, with no better sue
ces. The Spanish point lace collar certainly
was not there. The plump matron looked
| aghast at her niece.
/ what can have become of it, Geneva 90
The young lady arched her golden eye