Daily Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1876-1884, 1883-05-23

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Walton Hall were thronged with
groups Of the young people of
the vicinity. Green and silver
was not the unbecoming costume
Of the occasion; and young girls
in delicate fabrics, and their
stately mothers in brocade and
pearl jewelry, might be seen
threading the avenues of the
park.
As Venables greeted Sir Henry
Walton, the lord OF the manor.
who was an old friend OF his
father, he was somewhat dis
turbed by a slap on the shoulder,
and, tuI ming, beheld his old
enemy, Mr.. Brown. Constrain-
ing himself, he returned the rude
shake OF the hand, with mere cold
politeness bowling to Mrs. Brown,
who, in rouge and good humor,
looked like a full-blown peony.
At little distance, as if retreat
ing from notice, stood q beautiful
girl. The soft brown hair thrown
back from a faultless forehead,
the blue eyes vailed by their long
lashes, and the sweet expression
of the lips, betokened a heart
kind and true. Her dress was
of the palest shade Of green silk.
and silver acorns were woven as
its finish. A garland of oak
leaves was twisted in her hair,
and at her side hung a small
silver culver. Aubrey colored as
Lucy presented him to her friend,
and he soon returned to greet
Mr.. Brown more cordially.
Among the competitors fer the
prize it was soon found none were
to be named with Lucy and her
friend; and loud and long was
the applause as the arrow of EN-
cline Brown struck that of Lucy
venables within the ring. The
prize was to be awarded after a
cold collation., and, as Compel
itors, Lucy and Emeline stood
alone.
When all were again gathered
on the green. Emeline could not
be found; and Lucy, declaring
she would not take advantage OF
this circumstance, wandered to
the verge Of the park, where an
artificial cascade flung its music
on the air. Seated on the spread
ing root Of an aged oak, she here
found her friend; and the two,
happy in each others company,
soon forgot their mock conflict.
"Oh, Lucy, you dear, good
grill How kind of you to send
my dress; and your felicitous
taste is 50 charming. I have not
yet expressed the obligation I am
under"
"Not nearly as lovely as the
roses you sent last Spring. for
which / leave Aubrey to thank
you. as be is coming this way"
1.-The bearer Of good tidings,
fair ladies, he said, turning in his
hand a beautiful, ricbly-ch
silver arrow, which he presented,
with a bow, to Emeline.
"Oh, moi" she said; "Lucy
was tie successful candidate. 1
retired from the field"
Nevertheless, young lady, it
has pleased the judges to award
the first prize to you; but as
Lucy was second only to your
self, she also has an arrow"
And he plunged a similar weapon
through the golden locks of his
sister.
"Really, Mr.. Venables, I can
not receive il" Emeline replied.
at is not just.
LET your father settle the
point" he replied. II also claim
a prize!" And he drew her re-
Instant arm within his own. "Mr
Brown he said. approaching the
old gentleman, who, weary with
the labors of the day, was sitting
alone, ''your daughter refuses
the prize. Will you bestow it
upon me, but with it the hand
that holds it 2"
| Mr.. Brown looked from one to
the other; then, with smile