Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-05-30
CHAPTER ".

Julia Trevanion. What a gorgeous
name, suggestive of all manner of love
illness. | should imagine the possessor of
this name a rare brunette, richly dark,
with luscious hues on cheek and lip, and
eyes like the depths of an Arctic night"
You have drawn her portrait out
and out. Are you clairvoyant, Or have
you seen HERO
her, rather, till my very fancy grows
president. Shall we fight duel, Walton
if / chance to win this fair lady's IA
vor?"
For a single instant, Captain Frank
| Walton's handsome blonde face dark
ened, and sudden fash lit his eye
So you are my rival he said. "Poor
return for my friendship Belmore."
Well have fair contest, old fellow,
and he who wins may wear"
Then you're determined to enter the
lists?"
II ami"
eff [ had known as much [ might
have left you to die beneath the shadow
of the Pyramids, instead of nursing you
back to life, and bringing you here to
supplant me-
His companion faced him, with d visit
full expression in his eyes.
Walton" he said "you are my best
friend; don't let this thing come between
us. I'll be frank with you. From the
moment | first heard her name, to win
this peerless woman has been the one
dream Of my heart. / shall try hard to
accomplish it, you may be sure"
nd vo11'H o11oooo1 - Wo14o,, hroI-o
in; "there's no fail in your vocabulary.
my hand, and here comes the heiress.
Don't you detect that odor Of heliotrope?
it always proceeds her"
The two young men stood near the en-
trance of magnificent green house,
| from whose dim recesses foated the silv-
cry splash of fountains and the breath Of
untold blossoms.
It was at Ravenswold, the old country
seat of the Trevanions, at an entertain
ment given in honor of Miss Trevanion's
return from Italy. She had been tray
cling for over five years, in company
with her uncle; and at last, grown weary
of rambling and sightseeing, she had
come back to take possession of her old
home and fortune. Bonifant, the house
keeper, had received orders to make
ready for an entertainment on the night
after her RETURN and now the invited
guests were awaiting their hostess.
"Hist! here she comes" whispered
Walton, drawing back into the shadow
of an aloe-tree CHOW, Belmore, open
your eyes and look upon a goddess; for
amid womankind, Julia Trevanion has
no equal. [ met her in Rome last win
ter, and she was divine. Heavens, she is
lovelier than ever. Look, Belmore!'
A queenly form, royal in every curve
and motion, clad in jet black velvet,
with creamy laces at the throat and
wrists, and a single solitary diamond
burning on the clasp that held her girdle;
face, dark aud brilliant as a tropic
rose, crowned by massive waves of blue
black hair, amid whose dusky splendor
glowed a ruby star. That asJulia Ire
vanion!
She came down the saloon with the air
of an empress, receiving and welcoming
her guests right and left. Walton seized
his friends arm, and struggled through
the crowd until he reached her side. She
recognized him with a flattering smile,
and held out her hand.
am glad to see you, Captain Wal
ton," she said, her voice as sweet and
clear as the note of thrush. cit is
both fattering and gratifying to meet