Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1845-02-21
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PART Ill.


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At this point in. our tale, if our readers will
not think we are ahnihilating time and spacetoo
rapidly. we win beg their attention for a few
moments to a scene in distant part of the coun-
try, where in luxurious apartment in hand
some villa few miles from the city Of Balt-
more, sat lady and gentleman, loungng over
late,breakfast. The gentleman was our old ac-
quaihtanee, Charles Neville and the lady, his
youngest sister, Mrs Wentworth, whose guest
he was. Both lady and gentleman were busily
engaged in reading the newspapers, a pile of
which lay, upon the table beside them, Mr.
Wentworth, being prominent member of Con-
gress, received papers from all parts of the I'm
ion, and his wife,, who had been inoculated by
him with a taste for politics, made it a business
regularly to look through them all, to Judge she
she said, for herself of the state parties and
if her eye did now and then wander to that at
tractive corner where marriages and deaths are
recorded, or glanced still further to those allur
ing advertisements which herald (" new arrivals
from Paris, We must not doubt a patriotism
which volunteered so arduous an undertaking.
..4'My'dear Charles !" exclaimed Mrs Went
worth, suddenly dropping the paper which she
held in her lap, "What has become of the ring
Igave you the dayI was married ~
seReaIy, Liyy, you are 50 impetuous you quite
alarmed me. thought one Of the children at
least had fallen out of the window What could
have put it into your head to REGAL events so long
gone byl"
"Never mind, but answer my question:
you know, Olivia, the ring was too small,
and never woreit.'"
"Yes,bu you wore it on your watch chain,
and I havenot seen it for an age"
at passed out Of my hands some years ago."
replied Neville, gravely resumng his paper. 81
know nothing Oft"
DWELL, that is pity" she replied, ironically,
"for you would now have chance of making
five times the sum it cost originally. 1t has been
passing outof the hands of some one else, who,
it appears, places more value upon it than you
have done-=-listen''- and she read, from the
newspaper she held, the following advertise
ment - Ei t.st -.t
.asy One Hundred Dollars Reward "a
Lost, on the 10th instant, in the neighborhood
Of Market street, from the finger of lady, a
Gold Ring, in the form of a twisted snake, with
a small emerald set in the head. Within are
the letters, 90 N to G. NJ" and these words
'dinna forget with an arrow nearly obliterated
The intrinsic value Of the ring is inconsiderabe,
but the above reward will be gratefully paid for
ITS restoration, on application at this office, at
the seat of Alexander Grant, Esq.
a'Now do you think there can be two rings
in the world answering, in all the particulars, to
this description do not, and this must be
the'very ring l gave you. Pray, have you ever
been in that part of Virginia, or do you know a.
ny one there y
Neville did not reply. His face became slight
ly suffused, and he took the newspaper from his
sister, and read the advertisement.
swell, brother what do you think now ~
When she had given him, as she thought, time to
form his opinion
scHhnk! Why think it very probable it is
the ring you mention" ~. .,...
"And how do you imagine it got TO that out
of-the-way place in Virginia ?"
"Imagine I don't imagine anything about
it, You know never had any knack at guess
ing. Good bye, Lyy ' he continued, rising, |
see Wentworth and the gig at the door and he
must not be kept waiting" Then coolly fold
ing upthe newspaper and depositing it in his
pocket he left the room II
That night, after Mrs Wentworth had retired
to her chamber, she said to her husband who,
for some time had given strong but not unusual
symptoms Of great sleepiness- -"My dear, have
made discovery, l think Charles is in love p
"Ah" t.''''
"Weil, hope, if he means to give us a new
sister, she may not be weak, sickly, nervous
creature, like the first Poor Charles, he had a
sad time Of it, He was, at best, little more than
head nurse to his wife. Don't you think So
my dear
No answer ia-gs .rset
"What sleepy things husbands are p said Mrs
Wentworth, with wife-like patience while, with
true feminine wakefulneSs, she continued dehb-
erately to. comb out her elaborate tresses.
Wewill now return to Laura. About month
after the scene Just mentioned, Mr. Grant and all
his family returned, at a late hour in the eve.
ming, from visit to some friends, who 4ved sew.
eral niles distant. They had left home at an
early hour in the morning and when they were
seated servant brought in a letter, which had
been left by gentleman, for Mr. Grant during
his absence r., 100 ss
"What sort of a gentleman, Simon 2" asked
Mr. Grant, as he searched his pockets for his
every hansum gentlemun, sir He inquire
very pstikier for Miss Laura, too
"For Miss Laura, ell Some friend of yours