Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-09-13

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yious adventures had rendered my instincts
too much alive. Neither profession nor
linfatuation could render me over confident
| So listened, as well as could to the rap
| id Tuscan of Julia and her patriot, and
heard to my establishment the revelation of
our engagement by the young lady to her
cousins great friend My knowledge of
the language was not sufficient to follow
every word, but the phrase "d piccolo"
more than once caught my ear from both
parties. | could not imagine that it re-
ferred to myself Soon, however, found
myself conversing with Miss Mildmay.
AS she lay extended in her chair, her ap-
parent helplessness touched me. Her fig
ure was very beautiful-golden hair in ban
deaur clear, though pale, complexion
well cut features, and melancholy sad ex-
preston. Her voice was soft, and her
hand, whenever she extended it, was taper
and white, blending gracefully and per-
pendicularly at the wrist. Women cele.
brated for their grace find do good deal
with their hands.
| Insensibly we fell into conversation. we
spoke of every thing that touches the feel-
| ings-Tennys Browning-the comprec
hensible and the incomprehensible, and OF
mountains, tints. She could not love
scenery without mountains, and on the
subject of tints she was very strong. we
stood on the bridge where Byron admired
the sunset-or rather l stood and her chair
halted. bent gracefully ever her. The
| sun declined in the horizon while muir
INJURED few verses of q song | had lately
written. Her eyes-those soft violet eyes
filled with tears, when l was harshly dis
| turbed by a burst of laughter, and the
| words al picc0lo" again grated on my ear.
turned round to inquire, and Julia at
once pointed to the antics of child in the
distance. 81. 1-.s- *
| On our return home we foundsaletter,
stating that aifall fromfa horse had broken
several of the bones of Cavendish Shooter,
lady Matilda's son..
We started the next day for England.
During the journey nothing could be more
affectionatesth than the devotion of my Julia.
If. as goes the fairy tale, my little finger did
but ache, her solicitude was more than en-
deariag. Often did | congratulate myself
on my alliance with so pleasant a family.
Mr. Cavendish Shooter was pleasant
young man likewise. His friends were
pleasant people, who were good enough to
sit by his bedside and play at ecdrte with
him In the intervals of his delirium I
played ecarte with him and lost. His
friends won, and owing to his inability to
write check, Che played with his left
hand) naturally acted as his banker.
Was I not rewarded by a glance from my
Julia? Poor Julia she was thoughtless
creature. Cavendish recounted to me in
an interval of his delirium, when he
thought never to recover, that Julia was
considerably in debt owing to her intense
" charitable disposition. With what plea
sure did i give him the cheque he was una
BILE to write, which was to clear her from
her liabilities.
The winter passed. Cavendish grew
better, and was laid up on sofa. Sum-
mer came, and with it Lady Julia Mildmay
and Marian her daughter. They took a
small house in Pont street, Belgrave square
Lady Matilda lodged respectfully at pri
vate hotel in Dover street. lived in the
cheese Porti had arrived, and Inhabited a
house in Charles street, Grosvenor square.
~ 81 suppose whenever Marian is better"
said my Julia, "that it will become .fdit
accompli" She pressed my arm in the
Park as she spoke, and I looked down on
her with pride. ri o.ia ,v,I -sadT
Our, engagement was public, but feel
ing of delicacy on her part exacted that
our marriage should not take place till Ma
rian was able to attend the wedding.
Meanwhile the settlements were in discus
sion by our lawyers, and l was rather as
tonished at the difficulties raised by Cav
endsh at the disposal of Julias eight thou
sand pounds Whatever he proposed &C
cepted. Still, the next day, new difficult
ty was uselessly created; but as Julia told
me that in few days she would come of
age and take the matter into her own
hands, gave in to the over Jealous vigi.
lance of her trustee She was very angry
with her brother, but her sweet nature
could not harbor resentment even against
those who thwarted her dearest wishes.
spent nearly the whole time with her
loved. In the morning we rode. In the
afternoon we drove. and the rest of the
day was spent together-sometlmes at La
dy Julia's, sometimes at the opera, some
times in the world. She did not care for
much gayety, but preferred domestic life.
She even allowed Cavendish to smoke CT
gars in her presence. atlts
Oxonians love to show Oxford to those
they love, and, in fact, to the world in gen
eral How great, then, my delight at the
| chance of taking Lady Matilda and her
daughter to the Commemoration? How l
excelled myself in explaining the details
and nature of the solemnity | need not
now relate Suffice it that the circumstan-
ces were permanently engraven on my
mind more solidly than brass and oak
triple brass especially. !.
| n We were to separate for two days-Sat-
urday and Sunday. Julia had mlsgivings.
| Why should leave her for even so short
a time was going to Oxford to reserve
lodgings for her mother and herself On
| Saturday was to leave. On Wednesday
evening we were drinking tea at Lady Ju-
las On my way there l met Carlo Porti,
whom / had not seen for long time. He
had been keeping away from our society.
There had been a little coolness," Julia
said, "between him and her cousin"
+ 2 1t was about half past nine or ten when
I came in, very weary, for / had gone
| through the settlement question several
with Julia, and drawing cheques l had
lying on the table. took up the adver-
/ tisements, and read the births, deaths, and
marriages merrily. Then turned to col
umn No 2, the column Of domestic dramas.
"Hallo!" cried out, here is a cy-
q You quite frightened me, Willy" said
Julia. 3" You should not be SO abrupt" a'
Poor little dove, had really startled her.
| So took up the paper again: ed
-" Here is cipher" said, addressed
Go Pr What can it mean?" p
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