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

ry Her father was DarOnet OF anclenl
family, but of paratively reduced cir.
cumstances. Bowyer's land was no longer
in the zenith of its magnlfcence, acre after
acre having melted away before the reck-
less spIendor of the race. Where thou.
sands had before been numbered by tens,
units now reigned, and Sir Godfrey Bow
yer could scarce compete with myself and
other squires of the neighborhood But
the fame of their origin still shed its lustre
round them. The Bowyer of Agincourt,
the founder of the family, still transmitted
his craft to bis descendants. The pride OF
tradition kept up tradition itself, and
throughout the length and breadth of the
country the archery of the Bowyers was
greeted as a proverb. Evelyn Bowyer
was the sole remaining scion of the old
stock. In her were centered the hopes
and the skill of the old Bowyers Her
prizes were countless, and the county beau
ties were well pleased to be second to her
SELF
A pony carriage drove to the gate, ar d
{ fastened to receive the Royalty of the
Bow. @s aes sas. @ ,z
A thrill of pleasure ran through ma as
handed her from the carriage. She was
short-more, her beauty went straight to
my soul as / looked down on her at least
three inches. Her fair, pale complexion,
her soft but bright violet eyes, her auburn
hair, her bow shaped mouth, beamed on
ne, saint-like, pure womanly One hand
rested on my arm. Her hands were beau
tifully formed, small and delicate, scarce fit
;or the athletic sport in which she excelled.
AS she descended from her carriage / had
likewise occasion to admire the same quail
,y in her boots. Her figure was perfectly
symmetrical, and her voice was music. We
we're half way to the ground when a ba-
rouche was seen rolling up at some little
1lstance-the carriage of the Lord Lieu
tenant. Nothing could distract me from
Miss BowyerA Our conversation, though
rival remains still firmly impressed on
ny mind. go 0 e
81 fear l am late" said Miss Bowyer.
50 Better late than never" | erejoined,
with gallantry. aThere is still time to win
the prize.
we had reached the tent, and Miss Bow
yer proceeded to string her bow. Her
small hands scarce seemed equal to the Ia
Dor, but she performed it with the calm de-
liberation of practiced artist
81 will 60 and stand near the target" 1
observed, with chivalry. Tarfer,sfr- w
,sOh, pray don't-you will make me
nervous" simpered Miss Bowyer. ee
I was much relieved, and did not go.
The archeress was about to begin.
Lord Toxeth is como, sir" said my SER
want, and I saw the Lord-Lieutenant COM
ing up the avenue with his wife, his son,
Lord Fletcher, and gay party.
Leaving the side of Miss BOwyer, | has
tened to meet the magnates In moment
I had lost consciousness. An arrow was
quivering in my leg above the knee. One
glimpse Of Miss Bowyer with a face of
horror, kneeling at my side-I was off in
dead faint 81 9Hj .'' s.ilf A-'"4# 5sao
For weeks I was laid up Fever and all
its horrors surrounded my couch but one
idea sustained me-Miss Bowyer must be
mine a...-. q.
Daily she and her mother visited me, and
her violet eyes beamed on me as she per-
formeda thousand little offices to make toll
cradle the confinement of which she had
been the involuntary cause. Her mind
was equal in beauty to her person. Shall
| say how much loved her?
One day she came to me alone.
She told me that to me she owed duty
Ito announce to me first matter that
concerned her future welfare. She was 60
ing to marry Lord Fletcher, a tall young
man.
Time works wonders and few months
produced forgetfulness, together with an
interesting touch of settled melancholy.
went to Spa, and there tell in with Lady
Matilda Shooter and her daughter Julia.
The latter need hardly say, was short.
She resembled in many points Miss Boyer
small hands, feet, but with dark hair, &c.
"a pretty lively little brunette. | wished
to be consoled, and she consoled me, or
rather cheered me. She was vivacious,
rode ponies, wore pretty hats and neat
bracelets, chartered, played, andsung songs
in French TIE souvlens tn, Marie. - Oh,
non, non, Monsiegneur," with pathos,
point, and good accent; quoted Tasso and
pressed heavily ON my arm. In month
or two we were engaged and meanwhile
we were to visit Italy with Lady Matilda,
Lady Julia Mildmay, whose daughter Ma
rian had been ordered to Pisa, after bad
attack on the chest. Travelling is severe
test of love. But mine resisted it., and
came out victorious True, discovered a
tendency to cream cheese and heavy din
ing. True, 1 discovered occasional tart
ness in answers to Lady Matilda. True,
the English maid-servant once came out in
tears from my Julias bedroom, whence
previously had proceeded the sound of some
rather high words. True, the stock in
hand of Tasso was limited. But all-all
was atoned by the love and beautiful SEN
timents of Julia. Travelling, maintain,
can give appetite. The tartness to Lady
Matilda proceeded from that elderly lady,
apparent Indifference to myself: and she
had been so angry at Bolton, the maid, for
having broken the elegant agate casket l
had given her at Geneva But her admi-
ration of nature thrilled my soul. Tears
started to her eyes as she gaZed on the
plains of Italy, and sighed for the freedom
of that unhappy country. She scanned
the glaciers with holy awe, and in the
elastic air of the mountains, trolled out,
"Le Matin quand lie Soleil," with a light
ness and jOd@ which piled my heart with
joy.
"I am sure you will like Marian" she
said one day. 81 shall be quite jealous of
her, " 4 yKy
AIgave reassuring look.
"Ah, yes you will"
"Julia, how can you torment me?"
"My heart misgives me-"
Cruel one"
u" When one loves truly, the heart is full Of
misgiving."
"Heart of gold" she answered and she
pressed my arm to the whereabouts of her
own, and looked trustingly into my eyes
ZIP into my eyes.
At Pisa, Lady Matilda and Julia took a
lodging, lived at Peverada's hotel. The
day after our arrival spent the morning
with my love, and agreed to walk with hel
and her cousin in the afternoon. met
her and her mother at the door of Lady
Mildmay's. ~ .,