Bradford opinion. [volume] (Bradford, Vt.) 1874-1881, 1874-11-14
"Jeannette and J0annOt."
BY JUSTIN MCCARTHY.

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BY JUSTIN MCCARTHY.
Eva Tresilian was the pretties
girl in the small circle on which sh,
shonc. She lived in q little town i,
one of the southern connties of En-
gland, q town which combined th,
attractions of a garrison, a cathe
dral, and (being q seaport q splen
did stretch of strand. Society there
was not very fast, to be sure, but it
had the great recommendation that,
II not fast, it certainly was moi
loose. The amusements were mild
There were balls (a few, and dane
ing'parties "a great many), and card
parties, in the winter there were
boating excursions, and bathing,
and driving, and picnicking in the
summer. This story tells Of time
some fourteen or fifteen years ago,
when croquet had not yet been in
vented, when suppers were still eat.
en-, and when the young ladies, and
even the gentlemen, ut evening par
ties were expected to sing songs as
a matter of course. In this coun
try town I speak of things were 80
very backward, fashion travelled
slowly down, that even the recital
of favorite poem was not an unu.
sual contribution to the entertain.
m ent of an evening. ....1l
In this social circle, thus amusing
itself, Eva Tresilian was, as have
said, the prettiest girl and the bright
est. She sang, played, danced, rode,
flirted admirably; aud it is a pity
that croquet was not a flourishing
game in her girlish days, her foot
and ankle were 50 very shapely and
graceful. She was a romantic girl,
too, and she raved about Tennyson's
Maud" then new to the reading
world, and often dreamed of being
The Princess, only with different
moral to the story and she delight.
I'd in Bulwer's "Zanoni," and per-
1aps occasionally liked to fancy her
'elf une femme incomprise. This
thought, however, only arose to her
mind whenever her lover said or
lid any thing which Jared upon
Ter feelings, whenever he indulged
II a momentary fit Of jealousy, or
ooked grave and discontented if
The danced too often with somebody
Use. .U '.'f
Will Hepwnrth was her lover
Ter fance, one might almost say, for
Ill the town assumed that they were
and would soon be marri-
ID. Will Hepworth was q tall,
strong, manly fellow, with q great
,eard ; his father was the principal
banker of the town, and Will would
rave a fair property some time or
,ther; and so occupied himself at
present chiefly in hunting, fishing,
owing, and making love to Bva
Cresilian, whose head hardly reach
I'd his shoulder. The course of
rue love was running very smooth
y indeed with this fortunate pair.
oerhaps it was running too smooth
y. Your artist soul, your soul
made Of fire, and child Of the sun,
Usually takes more delight in the
swiss torrent than in the Dutch
anal; and Eva Tresilian delighted
o believe that her nature was steep.
d in the atmosphere of art. |
1t was a fortunate circumstance
hat brought to the garrison just at
his time a certain celebrated regi-
aent Of light cavalry, to which be-
onged the Honorable Cpatain Ru-
'ert Dartwell, younger son Of the
arl of Strongbow. Captain Dart.
7ell was not a very young man by
ny means, although younger son.
lie was not, perhaps, far off forty
ears of age. He was nearly as
all as Will Hepworth, and he was,
a a certain sense, far more silk
ng parsonage in appearance. While
Will was fair and bright of com.
lexion, Captain Dartwell was dark
aired and sallow; Will had
ight beard, but Dartwell had what
iuy Livingstone would call = cas-
ads of black Il mustache. Then
)artwell had that peculiar expres.
ion, part melancholy, part stern,
'art FUSED up' and Don Giovanni.
ike, which belongs to a certain class
# English military swell. More
'ver, he had a wound on his fore.
read, won in some one Of England's
ncessant frontier wars in Hindos.
an and he had the reputation of
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