Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1844-03-15


novel mode of conversing, and the three
watchful maiden gossips on the opposite So
ia could not imagine what there could be
so very amusing in an alarm of fire. Her
be- C,,Snt calmly On.
"E5st on Saturday morning-I cannot
endure this state ofsuspense any longer"
This time Grace blushed. "Well p said
one gossip to another, "any one would think
it was her heart or his that was lost from
the way she colors about it !"
Amy one tcaving it at this o6fce-I am
obliged to leave town tomorrow for a few
weeks"
And now tears stood in the dark and love-
ly eyes of the listener, as she raised them
for a moment to his and dropped them again
to her work.
"What in the world does that mean p
wondered the puzzled old maids, "crying
because a reward is offered l don't un-
derstand it at ALL"
1--WE regret 10 announce the death of the
Hon. shall have no other chance to speak
to you before l leave, or | would not enter
upon so serious a subject in this apparently
triaing way. You must have been aware,
long ere this, Of my devoted attachment"
A smile so radiant, so e~xtatic, illumined
the face Of Grace Carroll at this moment,
tina. the gossips almost started from their
seats in a idget Of surprise and curiosity
Rejoicing as she evidently did over the an
nouncement Of a death Had the deceased
left her a legacy? What a heartless crea-
ture she must be.
HeIbert's voice began to falter-"We are
grdtifcd in being able to state-oh, Grace
| canuot go on-not here-not now How
dare hope for such a blessing as your love
But do not-do not quite condemn me fol
my presumption! Without the advantage
Of wealth, rank, beauty, Or"
"Nay!" said Grace aloud, looking hal
in play, half in earnest over his shoulder
81 AN sure, Mr.. Herbert, you are not read
ing lhat sentence rightly-let me finish i
myself'-and she began the paragraph a
gain, in a low but distinct voice
eve are gratifed in being able to state
you must not go till l have seen you again
Believe me your love is appreciated-valued
returned. Would that you read my hear
instead of the paper. But here are som'
verses you must read to me, Mr.. Herbert
and she drew back blushing from his side.
10 tlio tlC DOCih u "a iCdd s-Oht ~ II
an old song of Moore's, l see."
"srell her, oh! tell her, the lutte she left lying
Beneath the green willow, is still lying there
Once all my soul is with gratitude signing,
While your soft whisper replies to my prayer!
l'Tell her, oh tell her, the tree that is growing,
1Sstue tue green dTDor size play fully set
Little those maidens tho wondrously knowing,
Dream OF THE NEWS / am telling thee yet!
{ So while away from that arbor forsaken,
The maiden is wandering-oh let her be-
Meet me tomorrow when first you awaken,
Here, and meanwhile take my blessing with theel
, "That is a touching and beautiful poem
1 Mr.. Herbert-the last lines have found al
. echo in my heart but | must bid you goo,
$ morning now" and Grace Carroll, with he
fair cheek flushed, and her lip trenholm.
with subdued emotion, glided from tn
9 room.
D "What does it mean?" murmured al
three OF the gossips in a breath-"how sh
$ colored-an echo in her heart Let Il
' look at the song, Mr.. Herbert" some G
them said, speaking aloud, "be SO good a
| to lend me the paper a moment. l want t
see what the play is"
e "What the by-play is, you mean," sal
Herbert to himself; but at the same tim
. he looked as if he had not the most distar
d idea that he had been spoken to.
dear | l forget he was deaf How stu
: pid the man is p She rose, and with a sig
nihcant look laid her hand upon the papeI
\ which Horace Immediately resigned. The
turned eagerly to the last verse Of the song
"True as the lutte that no signing can waken,
n And blooming forever unchanged as the tree!'
s ian echo in her heart does she mean tn,
her bloom will last forever, and that TIL
signing can affect herr Well did 20
ever hear such vanity Oh that's it vi
y doubtedly."