Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-09-27
Miscellany.
MY ANTIQUE LOCKET.

QUITE curiosity, isn't it-this quaint
ly-chased lOcket of OldfashiOned gold,
with good red tint in it? 1t was a cum
ming hand that cut in relief those masses of
grape leaves and clusters; and do you see
the faces peering out from among them?
Bacchantes, maybe; but this one looks
like a cherub, and that-well, if [ was
French, should cry, "diable" | Won
der what fancies trooped through the
brain of the artist engraver, and what
manner of man he was. But he is dust
long ago, and the one for whose adOrning
he wrought is dust also. Now turn the
locket over and look at the other side.
Crest and coat of arms!-lions rampant,
and an argent lily on asapphire field. No
bar sinister there. Simply magnificent,
isn't it? And now look at the motto, in
odd, tiny lettering. cen Dieu est ma
tiance." If you had dOoms-day book
you might find out to what noble old
name it belonged; my locket looks al
most out of place in your democratic
your questions are treading close home.
When was at tboarding-school we girls
were Overtlowing with enthusiasm for
each other, and undying friendships.
The chief favorites were called planets" !"
and those who adored them were "satel-
lites," called ''ites" for short. Clara De-
lancy-a tall, pretty blonde, who was
very naughty, but could smile most
sweetly-was my planet, and she had a
great many cites" besides. Rebbie
Schwarz was one of them. Clara used to
pet me sometimes, but she scarcely ever
noticed Rebbie, and Rebbie, being in my
dormitory, next bed to mine, used to
make me the confdant of all her griev-
ances, so that we got to be first-rate
friends.
81 shall hate her by and-by; 1 know l
shallr' declared Rebbie one night, her
black eyes flashing at some tancied
slight.
ooh no you won't, Rebecca," I said,
earnestly; cit isn't half so glorious to
love planet who loves you back again as
it is to do it without any hope of re-
ward"
''But it is great deal more comforta-
BILE, sighed Rebbie, oblivious of chivalry,
"and | am not going to be Clara's lite any
more; am going to be yours"
Rebecca Schwarz, my "ite," was a
handsome little brunette, and a regular
Jewess. When she went to prayers in
the chapel she always carried her own
prayer book with her on the sly-an odd
volume, half Hebrew and half German
and in this she read silently during all our
devotions. On Saturday, our holiday, on
which we could go out, by some private
agreement with one of the teachers, she
would slip away from the rest of us, and
after q while we discovered that she went
regularly to synagogue service. When
this became known, the girls laughed at
her and teased her till she grew angry and
defiant and after that she had but few
warm friends. But she was a brave,
staunch little soul, full of spirit, and true
as steel to those who loved her. | liked
20 watch her, and to think how very Ori-
entail she was, with her splendid heavy
black hair, her bright, dark eyes, her
aquilne nose, and clear olive complexion.
She inclined to a gorgeous style of dress,
too, which l could not have endured in
any of the other girls, but in her it seemed
like a national characteristic, and her
right, so liked to watch her at her toilet,
when she would try on one handsome set
of iewelry after another, and frown when
the earrings did not suit, or when the
same brooch that looked so well with her
black velvet bodice lost all its effect
against her amber satin. She was a gen.
erous creature, too, and was always want
ing to lend me her finest ornaments to
"brighten me up;" but l never wore jew
elry, and invariably refused.
Z I loved my warm-hearted, defiant, i'm
pulsive "ite," and was heartily annoyed
when, on one of our reception evenings,
a mischievous schoolmate ran into the
parlor, exclaiming: ooh, girls, the jew
ess is almost ready to come down, and
she has on earrings, a pin, necklace,
three bracelets, six rings leach with a
stone in it), and her watch and chain. l
went in with an atlas, and caught sight Of
the glory" .
"Her father must be very rich" said
one of the girls; "she brings entirely diff
ferent iewelry every time. wonder
what his business is?"
ssPeddler, probably" sneered another.
''No such thing!" exclaimed one of
sRebbie's friends shortly. "Her father is
in the exchange, just the same as your
"Oueen Esther comes in royal state, y
said some one near me, softly, as Rebecca
now entered in her ornaments. Well, they
would have looked absurd on any OF our
pale faced race, but, to tell the truth, they
suited Rebbie's STYLE She really seemed
born for sort of barbaric splendor
81 must say it don't look bad, mur,
INJURED Clara Delaney; "but it shows q