Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1848-11-30
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From he Olive Branch.
THE COUNTRY COUSIN.
BY s. NJ. HUMPHREY,



thoughtless remarks occasioned me-
appreciate the generosity Of your motives,
replied her uncle, but this fault has gained too
strong a hold upon Emily, to be easily over.
come. If can but reclaim her from the inhu-
snce of those silly Wimots, l shall be satisfied
l know 1t is painful to you, as to me, but if you
will bear little longer, she must come to her
senses
In half an hour after this conversation, Mr..
Howard. Emily and Louisa, were started on
shopping expedition; Emily fully determined to
recognize none of her fashionable friends, if so
unfortunate as to meet them: her position was
very much like young child, who sometimes
shuts his eyes, thinking by so doing he screens
himself from observation.
%, papan cried she earnestly, as they stopped
before spacious and elegant store, this is no
place for US
And why not, my daughterl Have not Oft
en- heard you say you preferred it to any in the
city-that Mr.. CORTLAND and clerks were gen.
tlemanlike and accommodating do you not
generally trade hereP
The fact was, Mr. CORTLAND, who was i'll
deed finished gentleman, had been charmed
with the beauty of Emily, not less than her we'll
filed purse, and always foremost in welcoming
her. had delicately bestowed on her many of
Those fatterlng attentions, so pleasing TO the
heart of woman.
AS the party entered, Emily SUNK behind her
father; but Louisa pulled her sleeve, saying
'Only look, dear cousin I.miIy, what lots Of pref
~ things! Not much like the stores up where
live, can tell you;-why, there they have
pork. cheese, corn, molasses and Goldfish, beside
their calicoes, tapes, needles and what not; don't
tEey. uncle Charles! But this is much pretti-
er wav. all calicoes and furbelows. What an
elegant lanp Well, neverp and she closely
inspected the chandeer-why it's really worth
TWENTY-FIVE cents to come here, if it's only to
look at the pretty things
Good evening, Miss Howard said Mr. Court
land, bowling politely, and affecting not to note
her embarrassment; ARE there any goods | can
show you this EVENING"
mo, she don't want any, replied Louisa,
stepping forward, but I'd like to buy new
gown
The remarks of country rustic were not en-
tirely new to the dealer, and experience had
taught selfcommand; so without changing coun-
tenance, though he secretly wondered that the
fashionable Emily Howard should have so vulgar
relation he courteously asked
what shall l show you, madam? silks de
laines-'
Calico, first.rate. handsome calico, interrupt
ed Louisa.
Il would like to look at your nice prints,
cbimed in the affected voice Of fashionably-at
tired Young lady, languishingly seating herself
on stool by the side of Louisa, and ungloving
her delicate hand.
The prints were produced, with the usual
commentator of shop-keepers, such as new
styles, elegant patterns fast colors, unexception
able prints, &c, addressed alternately to the two
inspectors.
Prints! printsl said Louisa, 4 asked for
calico.
This is the article, madam, gravely replied
Mr.. CORTLAND.
We'll, that's funny name for Calico but
these are not half lively enough; why they look
lust like my old faded wash gown, and would do
better for my grandmother, than for young
Girl like me. like your real dashy calico, or
prints, as you call um'
The young lady cast scornful look upon
the sneaker, and gathered her widespread. cost
" garments about her, as if she feared contain.
nation.
Look here, cousin Emily continued Louisa,
do tell me what to buy
Assist your cousin in a choice, said Mr.
Howard; and Emily, who had purposely kept at
distance, was forced to approach.
At the sound of Mr.. Towards voice, the lady
on the stool had raised her eyes, and immediate.
" discovered her to be the aforementioned
Mrs. WiImot's eldest daughter, and one of her
most particular friends. With formal bow for
Mr.. Howard, and chilling smile for Emily, she
turned to Mr.. CORTLAND with see nothing
that quite pleases me- and then minced out of
the store
% look, Emily said Louisa, following her
with her eyes, what widdle-waddle piece of
work that girl makes of walking
why, Louisa, said Mr.. Howard, smiling
shat is what they call graceful.
Just about as graceful as our old ducks
You city folks know nothing of grace. only
wish you could see Mary Lee, the milk-mad
trip along; that all grace-grace without effort
perfectly ndtral too
But it will not do for me to be thus minute,
lest might weary my readers. Each succeed
ing day brought new trials and notifications to
Emily, and it appeared to her as if her fathers
house had never been so thronged with the fash.
ionable of the city.
Sir Edward Walton spent much time with
them, and it was rumored that he was paying
his addresses to Miss Howard. In vain did she
look for confirmation Of the report. She was
certain he was deeply interested in her, and it is
no less certain that for his sake she would have
renounced an absent, but not less worthy lover
not that she loved Sir Edward better, but then,
he was the son of marquis, and above all, one
whom the high-headed WilmOts were aspiring,
oY rather mannuverinp to captiVate But alas!
for their schemes; Sir Edward wasnOt one to be
sntrapped by art, since his travels in foreign
countries, and his knowledge of the fashionable
world, had sckened him of intriguing mammas
or affected misses. True, he was charmed with
Emily's beauty and accomplishments; and. had
she appeared little, or rather much more natu.
raj, there isno telling what might have happen
ed. AS twas, he had never thought of marry.
ing her. So fastidiOus was he, that his most OBJ
stinate friends already accounted him bache-
lori and he. despite his domestic tastes, and ad-
miration of woman, sometimes feared lest he
sbould never find tha heau ideal of his imagina