Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-07-23

wonderfully changed me- 1t was desperate strug-
gle, but the little god conqVered and, Mrs. Wilmer,
hope TO have the pleasure OF persuadng Bridget
to follow the good example you have been setthg lof
The last month"; Upon my word second Darby and
his JOAN"
It was now Caroline's turn to blush as, throwing
handful of flowers the laughing Alston she mas
tily retreated to her own room.
The evening was bright and beautiful. Ernest at
ter throwing hasy glance at the flirting bellies assem-
bed in the drawing room, was about Teunng 10 seek
his graceful Bridget when his arm was seized by MIS-
Wilmer A bright smile played over her sparkling
countcnance, as she whispered, Come, Mr. Aston,
the fair Florence is now on the colonade-alone!-
what rare chance to renew your childish vows New
or mind Bridget; she will soon make her appearance
AS live, the beauty is seated on Filtration Corner
as Harry and call it, gazing at the moon. Come,
must not be talking to you or green-eyed MIS-
Praisem, and her five long, lOnky daughters will ac-
cuse me of frtingn And Earnest could speak, he
was formally presented to Mrs, Florence st. ClaIr--
The next moment they alone. All was sun save
the delicious music from the band playing IN the ball
room of neighboring hotel of the heavenly airs
from Norma, which came melowed by distance min
gled with the merry bursts of laughter from the few
loungers in the drawng-room, while the cool, sweet
breeze sighed unsteady tho the branches OF the vines
which twined around the columns. AIlston seated
hmselfby the motionless form before him. Old recol
lections crowded upon him, and his voice sounded
strangely sad and tender he half whispered Flor
ence, am forgotten" Receiving no reply he ven
tured to take the hand which laid beside her. He
started as a ray of moonlight fell on the well known
emerald ring which encirced one Of the small white
fingers, and disclosed pearl bracelet upon the fair
wrist Hastily starting to his feet, he tore aside the
thick vines, and the moon shone full on the lovely
face of Bridget DubS ?
Bridget Florence! Good Heavens What can
this mean? lfyou are Florence, why this deception
Oh, that l. who believed your heart pure and guile
less, should be thus deceiyedp
Dear Ernest hear mel have a right to each Of
the names have borne, though would not at first
tell you Of the change in the prospects and name Of
your little Florence, because, dear Ernest, would
fan have you love me simple Bridget Dubs-and
knew if could conquer your strong preJudlces, yonl
love then would be sincere and true
She then related clearly to her eager listener the
circumstances attending her new name which she be-
fore told to Caroline.
Dearest, dearest Florence it was no deception her
no idle fancy which drew me so irresistaby towards
you, and caused loves gentle influence to steal ovel
me the first time we met. 1t was then the instinct Of
early associations blended with incplcn love, which
taught here my heart has found its home, and sent
the wild blood flowing through my veins like turbu
lent stream. Though worshped you, Florence, as
Bridget Dubs yet the image Of you in childish beauty
seemed nseparaby mingled with the love my hear
cherished 1t if loved two, being in one
And in my dreams, an angel child seemed lowering a
round me- while your perfect form, sweet love, blended
with the ideal. Now see it all-the yearning of my
heart towards you You so resembled my ideal! And
OH how my most sangulne expectations have beer
realized! Florence when left Saratoga, wandered
far. visited the sunny South where the periumet
air fans the fevcred brow where every breeze adel
with the fragrance of orange groves. gazed in the
dark dreamy eyes of the graceful Creoles-listened Il
their magic tones, and turned away, wondering at my
own coldncss. But my heart was full of you and you
graceful beauty. have also gazed in dark blue eyes
and then Florence, my heart would futter like
Gagged bird, for they reminded me of your own starry
orbs. returned. My stern pride melted before you
bewitching sme-all was forgotten. had no thot
no wish that was not for you-bess you, sweet love-
the happiness of lifetime concentrated in this hour
CHAPTER V.
1t was a clear, cold night in December-a delicate
form stood in the window OF splendid mansion il
Broadway was gazing abstractedly in the street
when she was startled by ami arm stealing around he
waist and manly voice said, aflectionatelv 90
what is my Florence dreaming | shall be quite eal
Gus, love- of these oicious lances since they make
you so pensive.'
Dear Ernest, my thoughts were of the past five
happy years, and | feared this continued sunshine
would be succeeded by clouds Should you e'e
become cold, estranged, Ernest my heart would
break
why, what little raven it Isl said her husband
tenderly; ever forbodng evil But fear not-my lovt
is of no ephemeral growth, 1t is true, it was long
struggled against but love will have its sway, and ev
cry other emotion must bow down before it. ! hav
news for you, dearest received letter to-day from
Wilmer Ills father and eldest brother were both car
ried off by fever, and now our friend Caroline
Countess of l.
And well she deserves every species of happiness wealth
bring her. cried Florence eagerly Few, if any have such
qualities of mind united to grace and beauty
And also Mr. Dub who looks the image wit
your castof name and fortune Are not sorry love- you
nOw;'
Poor Ernest Poor, with such a hushand Poor, with til
wealth of love daily poured in my heari Nay Ernest call
poor again
'Calh you WILL dearest said her husband, aectionatel
parting the soft hair from his wife's brow; bu gaining you
have the enemy appnessand the banc of all
possess 1.-THE Upas tree of life-rALsE PRIDE