Connecticut western news., 1890-09-10
LOVERS OF MADEIRA.

LOVERS OF MADEIRA.
 The island of Madeira is one of the worlds paradises. Earth contains no fairer spot, nor is there anywhere ahy climate more soft and genial. Once on time it was my lot to pass seven or eight months in that lovely isle, and as I look back to those days of rowing and idling among the valleys and graves of that magical isle, where the trade wind from the sea ever cools the air and waits the murmur of the surf on the shore at the foot of. the mighty cliffs, they seem to have been literally days in a land of dreams.
 In one of my cruises around the isl and arrived one evening at the charming village of Machico, which lies at the bottom of a sheltered cove. The sun was setting and threw mantle of gold over the landscape In the pur- pie shadow of the hills nestled the matched cottages of the fishermen and peasants, and the mellow ring of the chapel bell hoated on the calm evening air
 We drew the boat on the beach, and my men found me a comfortable room for the night near the water, where the music of the sea could soothe to health full slumber. As we were preparing the evening meal f1sherman's boy brought some red mullets just out of the sea. After a capital meal I strolled to the water side, where there was an old fort. The muzzles of the rusty cannon were overgrown with spiders webs, circumstance which seemed to add to the peacefulness of the scene. And there reflected on the legend which had given the name of Machico to that spot. Centuries had come and gone since the day when Roger Machim had landed there; but seemed to see him there with his lady love under the dense shade of the primeval forest and their ship riding in the bay, the first perhaps which had ever been there since the creation of the world
 It was way back in the reign of King Henry VII of England, in the, Eff teenth century, that those things hap pened of which I am writing. Anne dArfet, or Dorset, as some call her name, was the daughter of titled gen. tleman whose manor was in the south of England, near the sea. She was at tractive and beautiful and of a roman &rrr >f foZ G~11 love with men below them in station may be supposed to have more senti- ment than love of fortune and display.
 Among the relations of her father was 8 youth named Roger Machim. From all accounts he was handsome and chiv- alrous in his bearing, but of family inferior to hers Therefore when her parents discovered that Roger loved their daughter and that she ardently returned his affection they at once drowned on his suit and sternly forbade the lovers to meet. The naughty par ents had other plans and more ambi- tious schemes for their daughter Roger was dismissed with disdai9, and ordered to keep his distance from the castle.
 Love laughs at locks and keys, it is said by those who seem to know some thing about it. At any rate it proved so in this case By the means of a trusty friend Machim contrived to com municate with his lady love- T have no opinion to express as to her conduct in corresponding with him after the ex- press commands of her parents, because am not acquainted with all the cir cumstances, and the history does not give her age. It is sufficient to know that busy correspondence was secretly carried on which resulted in plan for her elopement. Judging from the grim and determined character of the lady's father, Machim was convinced that it would be useless for them merely to fly to some other part of England. Sooner or later they would be discovered and he would be slain, while the lady would be forcibly carried home to end her days in despair.
 It was therefore decided to fly to the coast and there take ship for France. Anne confided the secret to one of her hAcaNAo, WhO SuCCccu0O III WulIlluk u trusty family servant to the lady's cause. Without such aid it would have been well nigh impossible to put the plan into execution. It is a sad and serious undertaking for a young woman to forsake her home, perhaps forever; it was doubly so in those old en times, when the means of travel were difficult, and to go to France was more hazardous than it is now to 20 to the ends of the earth.
 But having once decided the lady did not hesitate. Her lover, with horses saddled and bridled, was wait ing in a little wood hard by. It was dead of night when Anna d'Arfet with her maid stole softly down the dark staircase and through the winding cor riders to the postern gate, where the old servant was waiting to turn the lock. They stepped forth into the cloudy, windy night and crossed the moat and the drawbridge. Then the lady paused an instant and took last look at the battlements of her fathers | house. At that moment 0 dismal owl
 on turret gave mournful hoot, like
 the note of Hateful doom. The lady
 shuddered, dashed tear from he,
 eyes, drvw the mantle about her a11t