Litchfield enquirer., 1871-11-09
From 1Iaper's Magazine. THE TALE OF THE TREFETHENEss.
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 From IIarper's Magazine. THE TALE OF THE TREFETHENEss. 1 III. c0nTIsUgp. . ] Yes. said Trefetheness, sswho wofldn' t be q. See haf take ' ine wifl. Gnin1lel Van sycle Was ever anything moro charm ing ?"
 "Oh yes,"' said; s'this is more charm ', ing" She was taking wine silently with Maurice
 1 At this point looked mp and down the table to form my own opinion of Maurice 8 conyiyes. There were few of them so young as he, several with bald heads and iron-gray mnstaehes, some military, some 1 foreign, all bearing witness of cultivation and that strange thing called refinement, and meaning the art of shining handsome ly; some slightly biase, some eager as ey- CT. all witty, wicked men. As I completed second survey my eye met Maurice's, 6 servant filled my glass, and with sig nifcant deprecatory smile he drank to me- The straightest-lac maid who ever wore Puritan stays could not have resisted that smile. Why need have second thought l abont it all? be they what they would, it was plain that his associates had still left | | w, had seldom met these people, and though self.possessed and gay as ever, there was shade of haughtiness in his manner that had never surmised, and he allowed them all to become aware that he surveyed them from the Trefethenes heights We'll, he had nght-of their virtues he possessed all, of their vices none. Just before we rose the famous drinking-cup, with crys- n FIsl oIo 1a1o ha table. Colonel Vansycle drew it near him. self, and turned it slowly about.
 'The happy thief who makes off with this, Maurice, 1" said he, twill leave it in Dresden or Munich, and take away for tune in exchange"
 ssWill he, indeed!" said Maurice. ssThere is question concerning the fortune, since those amethysts are not diamonds, and as for theft, Ifancy that the golden apple
 Behind his wall as white as milk,
 Beneath his curtain soft as silk,
 Bathed in his bath in crystal clear,' was not half so strong hold"
 Yet thieves break ill and steal the gold, said Trefetheness to me-
 'Your thief will have to be an expert though" continued Colonel Vansycle
 "He will steal, Sir, an egg from clois- ter. And steal it sooner" continued Maurice.
 ."The Senor has been busy in the nur- sery rhymes lately" said the Cuban, in an undertone and with glance up the table.
 "1t is owing, probably, to the superior intelligence of American children that We use Shakespeare in the nursery" replied Maurice archly.
 The Senor extended his hand and re- ceived the cup from his neighbor. '"This reminds me-" he said, 'that very many years ago my ancestors parted with it's fellow, whereon some prophecy became a. legend in the house." and he repeated a little Spanish couplet, which, being in- terpreted, declares that,
 ''When veins run thick and streams run up
 Guadaljara shall come to his cup"
 'sWe have also superstition concern ing the thing" continued Maurice, with changing color. 'sThere is brief motto under the brim, whose characters, wheth- or Sanscrit, Greek, or Dutch, no one can determine. Yet do not know how or why their signifcation is believed to be: Coming with crime, going with guilt.
 s1ts fellow?" continued the other, turn ing it up to examine the cabala. 'sIts simple self The bafiing characters are mere initials quite foridly adorned. The motto reads plainer than print my ances- tral name: Beltran Felipe Olivario de los Guadalajara y Garcilasso. Certainly, Don Maurice, the cup is minep' And the table rang with low musical tremor as he set it heavily down in benign resignation.
 ''Senor Don Felipe, the cup is mar riage portion for my niece"
 ''Which niece?" I whispered to Trefeth- eness.
 ''The locks of six princessess must be my marriage fec" said Arria, gaily rising. And before Trefetheness closed the door for us saw the Cuban raise the brim- ming cup, and heard him exclaim:
 "Senores! Q ia satud de lG ,'osa det Ueranos"
 Trefethenes shut the door behind him,
 sDo you leave them?" asked.
 'It's too long a session for me-" he re- piled. "Maurice's dinners are grand af- fairs. I'm not up to them. I can't sit and soak till past midnight. There has been enough of that in the Trefetheness."
 'T suppose we can go where we please now?" asked Arria.
 ''No. They won't keep it up so long as usual. if suspect rightly. Guadaljara will insist upon following La rosa del verano.
 "Oh mel" cried Arria, starting back in dismay.
 'sWhat now?" asked Trefethenss.
 "Oh, have seen it over my left shoul- der and with no money in my pocket!'
 stAnd what then?''
 s'Dire disafter, said she. q am real ly frightened" And approaching the window, he saw with her, across the gar den and through an opening of the streets, the new moon lying like a coal of fire in the dark purple southwest.
 ''A vengeful Dian,' he remarked; and commenced his usual pacing up the room with his hands behind him; but Aria re mained by the window. A tear glittefed coldly on her cheek, and went to her. Just then, his footsteps muff1ed in the heavy carpet, Maurice glided in.
 "Ahl" said he. ssAnd what is this coil? They are coming in, and I slipped out that you might not be away. Tears Why"
 seThe moon forebodes misfortune to Arria," said TPefetheness,
 s'Saw it then face to face and palm cross ed with siller?" asked Maurice. s'The crescent and the cross, they must be in- separable? Still and always is the poor spotted sphere to be the sovereign mis- tress of true melancholy" And here the tears shook from Arrias long lashes like beads slipping from the string.
 He bent, smiling toward her, without any such little freedom of manner as his relationship might have allowed -neither stroke of hair nor fllip of chin. seWhat, crying for the moon 2" he said.
 Then Arria laughed ssNo," she re- piled. "Piease don't Nothing is the matter, only all at once-I couldn't help it-it seemed as if the world were going wrong. Twas very blue; suppose I've to thank Reve and his entrements for it. Don't laugh at me, Maurice, please;" and she laid her little hand on his arm. Maurice started, and flush surged up his face, and I saw him shake of the