Rutland herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1823-1847, 1842-05-10


Biddy now saw that the Chinese wrapper the
brilliant dyes of which detained her eyes for an
instant, encased the person of young gentleman
who gazed on her very earnestly and very rap.
turously. She blushed and her timidity at the
thought of soon being in the presence Of her new
mistress, was changed into beautiful confusion at
seeing her SON instead; for, she thought instantly
at discovering Mr. Fitz Henry Barton that he
must be the son of Mrs Fitz Henry alluded to by
the generous Intelligence office man. With this
idea, she coursied very modestly and approached
him,
IF you please, sir, is Mrs Fiz Henry at homer
Barton distinctly recollected her spirited indig-
nation at his conduct when he first met her, and
did not wish to be recognized.b lest all his
plans should be defeated As she spoke,therefore
ne drew his cap down over his brows and placed
on his nose pair of gold spectacles that had laid
on thetable near him. He then looked up and
said in a very courteous and deferential Tone
'Ah, hrs F'tz Henry aa-no but she will be
in. Take a seat Miss-there upon the ottchumanl'
and, rising he offered his hand to conduct her to
the seat
"No, thank you, sir" said Biddy withdraw
ing step and efficiently taking the seat he had
pointed her to on the ottoman
Mr. Fitz Henry Barton then stood still in the
middle of the floor and looked very much pa-
picked for moment. There sat Biddy with her
bundle on her knees and her eyes modestlv cast
down. He remembered her spirit, and he felt ne
had to proceed with caution and art He vas
very much gratfed to find that she did not recog-
nize him. But Mr. Fitz Henry Barton, seen in
meadow in the country in his fishing costume and
broad West India hat shading his features, and
the same gentleman in his library, wrapped in his
elegant dressing robe, with rich cap on his had,
looked Varty Ill.
to such an unpractised eye as Biddy's. There
was, however, on the neither lip of the gentleman
In the library the same little growth of hair that
she had seen over the mouth of the one in the coun
try and as Biddy had never seen any body with
a mustache before, except her father when his
beard, as 1t often was, was week old, this sign of
manhood on MrE'itz Henry Bartons lip had made
n deep and unpleasant impression upon Bidiv's
memory. Therefore though she did not directly
identify Mr. Barton with the young man who had
attempted to kiss her, she felt that he belonged to
the same genus. This reflection made her feel
uneasy, and she sat with dropping eyelids and a
palpitating heart, waiting for Mrs Fitz Henry
Barton stood looking at her with puzzled and
lrresolute countenance He knew what kind of a
spirit he had to do with he felt that he was more
than matched. Nevertheless his vanity led him to
believe $50 long as she did not recognize niml that
ne might yet be triumphant. His passion and I'M
bridled desires would not permit him to resign,
without trial the possession of so much loneliness!
AT length, tired of waiting and feeling anxious
and inundated by the novelty of her situation,
Biddy raised her eyes, and they encountered those
ofthe young gentleman! She instantly drew her
veil over her features for her instructive delicacy
felt itself wounded by his cold gaze She now be-
gan to experience certain underlined yet unpleas-
ant sensations Of she scarcely knew what-fear,
suspicion, ard mistrust at being left alone with
such an impudent young man, even though he
might be Mrs, Fitz Henry's son u! The act of
drawing her veil over her face his active mind
seized upon as fit chance upon which to base his
attack With foppish tread he advanced to the
ottoman and said in tone of gallant badinage,
while he gently lifted the corner of her veil,
May, pretty one, beg you will not draw that
veil over those charming features | never be-
held such demnition handsome face
prefer wearing my VEIL said Biddy holding
1t down and moving from him, and so unintention-
ally making room for him to sit beside her.
Nay, nay, my sweet rustic he said, seating
himself by her side and taking her hand, which
she instantly withdrew; you are too beautiful to
withhold yourself from the eyes of so great an ad-
mirer of feminine charms as myself Pray let me
put your veil asider and he disengaged her hand
with some degree of force and threw the veil up
over the Top OF her nat Blddy sprang from the
ottoman and would have fled towards the door but
he caught her by the hand.
May, my pretty rural, did not mean to offend
you. pom HONOR he said dropping on his knee
and feigning look of modification and regret Il
thought you might indulge me with little flirta.
tation
Il am not accustomed to such flirtaton' said
Biddy with spirit, and not knowing whether she
ought to be angry with her mistress son or not
Nothing more than mere filtration assure
you, he said, you are from the country, suppose
and don't know how they do things in the city
All the gearles here practice filtration like rehear-
sails before the play comes. Do be seated
mo sir, prefer standing. Will your mother
be in soon sirP she asked trembling with fear and
misgivlng.
My mother? Oh, yes-my mother, yes IL
have a mother!'
so Mr.. Tucker told me sir-a dressmaker'
My mother dress maker Demnitionp ad-
ded the aristocratic and long descended Mr. Fiz
Henry Barton, speaking to himself does she
think am dress makers son? All, 1 see into it,
Beal has told her some tale to blind her Oh--yes,
Miss my mother is a-yes-she is a drcssmaker.