Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1867-09-13
On this occasion what could take bet
fer than Tausl1 So / tnnl u. -. n

will make no comment, but merely OBJ
serve that the word TEvsK was sufficient
key to the whole enigma. The advertise
ment ran thus: n -. s Tlf.s.
SEQ. P-S-.Zssoro milo II piccolois going
to Oxford on Saturday. Meet me at the
old place in the park at 10. 1"Gn,o SEM
pre.-Y our devoted Julia"
The answer ran as follows .at a.ea
TEvsK-Aninoa mia. Fortunate in
vention thus to escape the vigilance of la
naGdre. P00ero a)iein6no. However in a
few days, thou wilt be major, and we can
put him out of his pain. Thy plans to
gain delay and to play the gudgeon are adj
mirable; and thy brother is an angel. Dost
thou. not fear that the prescriptions
cousin may betray as? Saturday. 1uo2
| Go. PI"
That man would experience strange
| sensation who, taken from long walk at
noon on midsummers day at Quito, the
| capital of the Equator, should be plunged
| by giant hand to the bottom of deep
well in the neighborhood of Greenland.
Not otherwise was the poor gudgeon as he
| f1oundered limp and helpless on his sofa at
the Albany.
The next day steamer of the Cunard
line sailed from Liverpool, and on it was
the unhappiest of men,. - BE -
In that days Times, however, appeared
in ciphers the following advertisement:
L Go. Pa. Tsosh. 1,s@
So. zenanoyUa. ny0c. Gyd gscr. de. aok6. dro
kaoye6c. gp ca. kaOskloo. L. zhs6. Ro. yD0i
rysco. drhd. o1o1r qoyokosed Mhtornscr.
gsoo dso e. 'Gro. osgrd dryeclrn. gp. krsqck'
aosk kpksrced. dTo. achrszeokd&yrc. Up. docy5y.
acsy.-Dro Qeng0yr." ...,ls
Which if .deciphered properly will give
the following killing epigram; III piccolo
does not wish to mar the amours of so ami
able pair. He only hopes that stern
moralist, Cavendish, will tie up the eight
! thousand of ANNA mia against the manip-
ulation of tesoro maio.-The Gudgeon."
A year and half saw me through the
greater part of the world. [ went to North
and South America; did the overland
route through Siberia to China; visited the
| Great Salt Lake; ran through Australia
paying flying visit to Papua; wrote books,
and was elected Fellow of the Royal Geo
graphical and the chronological Societies ;
communicated papers. which were read
with much applause, and nearly obtained
a gold medal Small men; suppose, have
| light hearts, and overcame the fickleness
of my love- Moreover had the satisfac-
/ ton of1earniDgthat Porti was unkind ito
1 his wife, and~that but fer the prudence of
Cavandish, who really was not a dad fel-
low, and had looked after the settlements,
she would be starving. All this learned,
and as l flew free as a bird through the
world at large, how often did csngratu-
late myself on my aptitude at cipbers.
At length [ returned to my own place.
l had to prepare a paper for the Ethnolog-
lcal Society i and, avoiding society, was
| working at it in my garden near the river,
| when Lord and Lady Fletcher came to call
on me. 1 received them without emotion
and as Lord Fletcher was examining some
weapons had imported from the Andes, l
lowered over Lady Fletcher with the self
complacency of traveller.
You know my friend Marian Mildmay,
do you not?' asked Lady Fletcher, looking
up to me inquiringly, and, may say, ten
derby. b.
al do" was my reply, dryly given.
What recollections!-Lady Fletcher, Mari
an, Julia-the remote links that always fit
into ones history,
"She is still very much an invalid" :.
Has she never left her bath-chair?"
1 mp, mot yeti I hope shewill do SO
1 "Where is she ?" % III aag~3 4o4 i
a" She is staying with us. 7o4H e.
The next day my pony, without any in
stigation from myself, trotted me over to
Fletcher's Lodge, a pretty house in Tox-
teth Park, where the heir-apparant re-
sided. e,,. :,
Marian was being wheeled about in her
bathschair; Lady Julia was near her. "a
"iOh, Mr.. Dottrell she exclaimed, as I
approached her. A CLEAN shot through
| those violet eyes. u
miss Midway I replied, pressing her
hand.
"What traveller you have been since
we last met" she continued !; and what a
charming book!"
| "And you" replied" you still are suf-
fering, though see from your color that
| you are better. so
So much better The doctors promise
me that in month l shall be able to leave
my chair" ~
Thus we went on talking, avoiding the
past and thinking of the future, till it was
time for me to leave =,
! Somehow or other my pony would trot
| every day to Toxteth Park. 4
| Nearly month passed in this pleasant
manner. Lord and Lady Fletcher rode
with me through the woods, and Marian
was dragged quietly in her chair. We can
tered forward or stopped as fancy prompt
ed US. One day fancy prompted Lord and
Lady Fletcher to canter forward, and me
TO stop. They had to pay a visit, and the
boy who drove the chair had to run home