The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-07-18
From Once Week
LETTYS TEMPTATION.
A Story in Four Chapters. by L D. Fenton.
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On the shores of Carmarthen Bay, not ten
miles from Tenby, stands a farmhouse
known as Golygfa-byfryd, and justly is it
so named, for a more beautiful prospect it
would be hard to find.
To the south stretches fair expanse of
blue water, the far-famed bay, in whose Boz
som, according to ancient tradition, lies the
enchanted land peopled by beings of the
fairy world. On either hand of the entrance
to the bay stand the Worms Head and
Caldy Island; far away across the channel
rises the outline of North Devon. The coast
of Carmarthen Bay il varied-on one side
precipitous rocks, on the other low sandy
beach. Looking inland you see rich, we'll
cultivated country, undulating like Devon,
but unlike Devon in having fewer stone
walls and smaller fields which, parceIed out
by sod dykes and hedges, give warmer
and more clothed aspect to the landscape
From the hill behind the house four coun-
ties can be seen, and two of the highest
mountain ranges in Wales, the PURCELL and
the Black Mountains The farm itself is in
Pembrokeshire; and close by village con-
sisting of some dozen or two of white, blue
or yellow washed houses, a square lowered
church, and castle, which, built piece by
piece, has little pretentions to either beat
or strength, bnt is nevertheless considered
perfect by the unsophisicated natives An.
tiquity it certainly can claim, having, in
one form or another, been the headquarters
OF the Gawain family, since the days of
Howell Dha when, during the wholesale
conhscation by William, it was saved by
the beauty of the Celtic chiefs only child
and heiTess, who became captivated by the
dark eyes and soft speech of follower of
Sir Robert Fitz Hamon. a compromise
was the result, and Sir Claude Gironde moth
ing 10th, changed his Norman for Celtic
name.
The present owner, Jervis Gawain, was
like his ancestors bride an only child, and
the last of his name, both parents having
died when he was boy.
Rachel Lloyde, the tenant of the farm,
was the SquIre's foster-mother, and widow
of Richard LIoyde, the descendant
of race who had held the same ground al
most as long as the Gawains had the castle.
The widow had two SONS, who, though
come to mans estate, only held the land as
under their mother. Evan, the eldest, had
taken after his mothers side of the house,
and boasted the bright blue eyes and dark
red hair, which still distinguishes the inhab-
itants of the country occupied by the Elem
ish settlement of Heury Ii. Like his fore
fathers, Evan was broad shouldered deep
chested, clean mbed; positive and strong
minded, but as gentle in temper as sum
mer stream. Lewis, on the other hand,
was true Celt, dark haired 1.-the limbed
and hot headed, reckless in his pleasure,
fiery in his anger, fierce aud passionate even
to cruelty in his love. From a child he
had been his mothers favorite, nor, looking
at him, could you well blame her, for
handsomer man than Lewis, at three. and
twenty, was rarely met. The greatest
charm about his face, perhaps, lay in his
eyes, which were of deep clear gray, hid
ing away under thick long lashes, light
that dazzled or won you, as the mood was
on Advantageous eyes, eyes that reached
the heart without any need of spoken words
eyes that could play every lovers vile,
and which once met when passion reused,
left burning scar which no after ways
could ever obliterate. Lewis was, as Mrs.
LIoyde half regretfully, half proudly, owned,
"a sad boy among the girls" and according
ly very sharp lookout did the mother keep
especially among the young women kept at
the farm.
Both brothers had received a good educa-
ton, and although on equal terms at the
farm, the younger did very little towards the
ordinary labor; shooting, fishing and riding
having more attractions for him. In winter
he brought pleasure and profit into partner
ship; first rate horsemaD, he knew every
mile Of the country, the weak part of every
fence, and the best line to follow; so that as
soon as Captain Powel's first inject" was
announced, Lewis was ip his element, and
got longer prices for his horses than any
man, dealer or not, in the country, Evan
was not given to love making, and the fact
OF his never having been in love was a
source of much satisfaction to Rachel, who
never forgot the old adage,
My sons my son till he gets wife,
My daughters my daughter all my life"
Lewis had done all the counting, and to
spare; and many sleepless night had his
doings cost his mother, who, like Rebecca
of old, lived i'll continual fear that her favor
lite son would bring home a wife from
among the daughters Of the land.
Snch were the inmates of Golygfa- hvfryd
where in the sweet spriug time my story
begins, but even though it was the last
week in May and drawing nigh unto sum
mer, it was the first that anything hike
spring weather had warmed the hearts Of
the farmers in the Principality, who, sorely
tried by wind aud rain during this the
busiest mouth, had been forced to console
themselves by falling back upon the wisdom
of their Celtic forefathers, trusting IN the
proverb that "a wet May would bring 6
land loaded with corn aud hay. Now, ii
the eleventh hour, when the corn was in the
ground, the hay fields weeded the potatoes
planted, did the capricious wind veer round
to the south. the sun shine forth, and sum
mer and the swallows come together. Every
one rejoiced IN the change aud none more
than Rachel Lloyde's pretty niece, Lettuce
who, having mede her fresh acquaintance