Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1839-05-17

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he woods. My heart was so full of grief
Tor my folly, and gratitude for her kindness
thought il would have burst, and told
ri all no, not quite aIl--for / could not
bnng myself to tell her that it contained
4eu, -property her eye seemed TO upbraid
Ne for so betraying the trust but again
| it bearned with joy, because she could
restore 10 me both sacred relics
Hcye she held up the beads now n thou
sand times more precious TO her than all the
chains in the world
The pedlar called there. after he left me-
She recognized the trunk, as it bore the
name Of a friend
| Edwards cheek burned with emotion,
for his own name---Edward Stanley was
wrought upon the velvet lining, but Clara
went breathlessly on,
She gathered from him the history ofthe
beads, and purchased them both, that she
might on some future day have the pleasure
OF Restoring them. She understood the
sacrifice my foolish vanity had made, and
anticipated the repentance that would follow.
Is she not friend, The best and the kiudest 2
and ough' we not to love her as our own
souls2 And can you forgive me, Edward
will yon forgive me, though fear never
shall be ableio pardon MYSELF
Forgive you, my sister2 Let me only
see once more the sweet unaffected girl,
who was The object of my appreciation as
well as-my love, and ask no more
H. He now examined the secret recesses OF
Tshe trunk, and found the papers safe and
untouched. Their value transcribed his
most sanguine expectations He could re-
deem the paternal dwelling, meet the de-
mands which had involved them in distress,
and still find himself comparatively rich
man.
Clara ran out OF the room, and bringing
back the chain,-the cause of all her wo,'-.
she pot it in conspicuous coraer of her
work box
Il will never wear this paliry bauble
again. cried she but will keep il as a
memento Of my vanity, and pledge of my
reformation, Twill look at it few moments
every day, as the lady did upon the skeleton
OF her lover to remind me of the sins ofmor
ielty.'
When Clara had left them, with Joyous
good night Mrs. Stanley drew her chair
next to her sons. and looked earnestly in
his face
There is something ought to mention,
sud she, and yet | cannot damp your
1 present satisfaction ! have been told OF an
intended marriage, which fear much will
| GsQppoint your fondest hopes, trust, how.
/ u ri. You have too much honest pride, 10
suffer your feelingsto prey upon your hnp-
piness.'
Edward started up, and pushed his chair
against the wall, with violent rebound.
Il cannot bear it molher-I believe il
would drive me mad after all have dared
10 dream tonight | might, perhaps, live
without her. but could not live to see her
married 10 another. Fool, creduIous fool
that was, TO believe that dotards prophe
cy.'
He sat down again in the chair. which
Clara had left, & throwing his arm across
the table, bent his face over them, and re-
NAMED silent
Alas my son, cried Mrs Stanley. i fear
ed it would be so. Mr. Morton feels for
you the tenderness of a father, but
MIR. Morton, did you say cried Edward
starting up again, a, The risk of upseitng
chairs, tables and lamps-I believe | am
out Of my senses and is it Fanny Morton
who is going to be married.
The sudden change in his countenance,
from despair TO composure quite electrified
! Mrs. Stanley. She could not comprehend
such great and sudden self control.
Mr.. Morton tells me, she continued, that
Fanny is addressed by a gentleman Of
wealth and responsibility, and one who is
every way desirable connexion. He has
learned from Fanny, that no engagement
subsisted between you, but he seemed APP
prehensive that your affections were deeply
interested, and wished me to soften the in
telligence as much as possible
Edward smiled. Tell Mr.. Morton thank
him for his kind consideration, but no one
can rejoice in Fannys prospects more than
| do
Mrs Stanley was bewldered for she had
not dreamed of his present infatuation.
Il cannot understand how resignation can
be acquired so soon, especially after such a
burst OF frenzy fear it is merely assumed
10 spare my feelings
i cannot feign. dear mother though |
may conceal Dismiss all your fears on
this subject, for were Fanny to live thou
sand years in all her virgin loveliness-if
nature permitted sucha reign Of youth and
beauty-she would never be sought after
as the bride OF your son.
lie kissed his mother, and babe her a
hnsty good night anxious to avoid explain
atoms on subject which had already agita-
ted him so much
The next day. when he reflected on his
extraordinary interview with the old lady
OF the stage coach and her incredible prom
ises in his behalf, he became more than
ever convinced Of her mental hailucination.