Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1846-07-16

my youngest pet, Emma Frances Malicious
people say her hair is red but as you have po-
etically called them locks Of gold
You mistake me, madam, again interrupted
Ernest; am perfectly acquainted with the per-
son of your accomplished daughter. The lady
| allude to stands beneath tie centre chande-
Her; she wears a pearl bracelet on her snowy
arm
An, understand sir, replied the discounted
matron. 'She is some companion or proege of
that strange, odd girl, Caroline Somers Some
say she is an heiress. But it is only report
raised among themselves to get her husband.
Don't YOU think, Mr.. Allston, that Miss Somers'
guardian, Mr.. Ellerslie, is very strange person
to allow his ward such liberty! Uy daughters
are the personification Of prudence And here
she turned her lead-colored eyes piousy to the
ceiling; her weak patterng voice still sounded
in the ears of Ernest, though he comprehended
not a word she was saving, He sat with a
crimson glow mantling his cheek, gazing on the
unconscious Bridget; the full light of the chan
deler fell around her, leaving her exquisite face
in half shadow; her rich hair like threads of
gold, fell in luxurious rngets on her white neck,
half confined half escaping from string Of
pearls As he gazed he muttered-' 1t must be
she--it is my Florence St. Clair. Heavens, how
beautiful, how graceful she is-rcfned and mod
est, as her tasteful dress denotes Sweet Flo
renee, how well remember that sweet express
on, ana he started up in search of Miss Som
ers, when the gay girl suddenly joined Bridget,
whispering something which caused the tell-tale
blood to tinge her fair brow AS Ernest APP
preached the friends his usual selfpossesson de-
serted him, and for the first time in his life, he
made an awkward bow, as he confusedy replied
to the gay salutation of Caroline, who continu-
ed chattering on a thousand subjects, seemingly
Iunmndful of the deeper bushes Of Bridget, or
the speaking gances of Ernest. Suddenly, as
if recollecting herself, she cried, Do, good
people, pardon my negligence. Bridget, allow
me to present Mr. AIlston. And now make
yourself very agreeable, Mr. AlIston for this is
Miss Bridget Dubs first party. must rejoin
my partner
'Bidget, mentally exclaimed Ernest, in a.
mazement. What can she mean by such an
.atrocious name? Dubs, heavens And thus are
my fond expectations again blasted. Florence,
Florence, art thou forever lost to mel While
these thoughts were passing through the mind Of
Ernest, Bridget stood in the most painful en-
barrassment, her bushes dying her face, neck
and even arms, with a ruddy hue, which united
to her air Of confusion, made he appear the
rustic mikmaid Allston relieved her, and
hastily murmuring something about the heat
she sought Caroline, who, touched by her ev-
ident distress, complied with her wish to return
home
Twas past midnght-the wasting moon cast
sickly CLEAN in the chamber of Bridget-a
faint fragrance of rare flowers pcrluned the
air from the rich bouquet which laid crushed
upon the crimson carpet-the heavy curtains
were Iooped back from the windows-and the
lovely girl, in her ballroom attire, with her lch
hair swept back from her brow, gazed pcnsively
on the darkening sky. More bitterly than ever
did she regret her change of name; and after
giving thought to the dark, melancholy eyes,
and sweet sad smile of Ernest, she cast one more
glance at the sinking moon, and soon those long,
silky lashes were resting peacefully on the fair
young cheek, as she sank into gentle SUM
Der.
Other eyes were also looking on the pale
moon that night Ernest Allston, after gazing
long on the waning queen of night, closed his
curtains, opened his escritoir, and wrote long
letter, of which the following is an extract
! have Just returned, from one of those tire
al | |,
drawn solely from my yearnng to hear of, or see
Florence Hitherto Hal, have returned dis
heartened, disappointed Among many fair be-
ings who crowd the halls of fashion, have
never discovered one bearing the least resem-
blance to my ideal of beauty the graceful little
Florence But tonight, Hal-to-night, l. for a
moment experienced new and strange emotions.
After being cRnUyfr to death by tedious wo-
man, who persisted in recapitulating to me the
respective merits of her faded daughters, an
opening in the gay throng disclosed to my view,
my dazzled view, the most exquisitely beautiful
being | ever behed. DO not smile, Hal;
think sec the mschievous twinkle in your eye,
as you say, Caught at last Patience, until
you hear the denouement. cannot descsbe
her. What pencil or brush could do justice to
those massive waves of hair, falling like burnish-
ed gold around that brow of Parian Wilderness!
Who could look into the clear depths of those
deep, dark, glorious blue eyes, and not fall at
the tiny feet in alteration! And that cheek
Hal. Roses were too common, too tame a com
parson-they rather resemble the blushing tint
of the sea-sheII And that petite mouth, with
dmping rosebud lips and pearly teeth But
patience am not in love yet Hal, you have
, witnessed and wondered at my insoucioncc al
, Lady Mary's soirees, where the spiritual Helcuc
conquered every heart You have seen me talk
for hours unmoved with the lovely Lady Ellen
And how many times have you styled me IN
Z amant gIacc, when the Paris world gave 70 Anne
lie De! But, by heavens, my cheeks burned
like frightened schoolboy, and my heart pal
: plated like debutant about to face an array o
l. opera glasses leveled by set of mercless crit
= les l eagerly inquired of my pratng neigh