The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1848-11-11


against the little white treasure that had
agnin found it's way TO his vest-pockol. Aud
he hnh once held that beautiful hand in his
had pressed il 10 his lips: would he ever
clasp il again For ERNEST Dunmore was II
proud millionaire, aud Stella May was a
dressing maid - ...
They paused first before lovely picture
of suuset--an Italian scene. Stella gNze,l ut
II with II flushed check aud Frightening eye
visit it, Miss May !
Il llavo dreamed of il ever replied tic
young girl, raising her soft eyes inuoccniy 10
her companions face. ..r....
There WIS something peculiar in his. car
nest gaze, aud the siIien lashes dropped
slowly toward The deepening color in her
check. lsidOre Allen observed the manner
OF both, aud when Stella rnised her eyes, she
curled her full lip very Slightly, bot ii ca'!li!
the crimson to that gentle brow, aud fash
Of pride to those deep beautiful eyes. Isl
dOru was sorry in n moment--she Was usual
" so kind aud considerable; but Ernest had
excited her ambition, nud she was jealous
Of hcr drcssing-mnld. But she knew MIR.
Dunmore to he proud aud ihsdious, and
tho next moment she smiled ut her own vain
fears .....
And now for the picturc ! told you Of
Stella said lsidorc,as the four passed IN
front Of the yelled painting.
Only Il siXpoEcc, please, sir 10 buy bread
for my mother repeated Ernest, keeping
his eyes fixed on tho maideu's face, MS he
drew aside the curtain.
Stella ga2ed AZ it II momeUI aud then NJ
into the face oftha artist, with look oiwon-
dcrug inquiry. Their eyes met, and stella
burst into tears. Perhaps it was the memo
ry Of her mother-pcrhaps it was tbs
,houghtless and cruel reminding OF what she
had beeu--tlat so affected her
The artist was embarrassed. II was del
| icaie subject 10 make apologies for; aud his
| friend Hal and Miss Allen bo,h looked sur
iprisca, .ut he rallied, and said frankly-'For-
/ give me, Miss May, if / have wounded your
feelings. Il was uuiuiun'ioual; and, indeed,
I am very happy 10 meet again tie little GIL
whom YOU see, have never forgotten.
Then this is portal, Of our Stella, IS
/ it,, said lSidure, curessing the Young girl, To
remove her injured feelings.
Let us return. Miss Allen; | do not feel
WELL, suid she, in low tone; and they retir-
/ cd. -.
That evening there was no company IN tie
naYlor, and Stella came down, al lsidurg's re
Quest, to play Tor her.
20, that Mr.. Dunmore could picture her
/ thus lovely Upon the canvass thought Isl
iore rs she watched her beautiful companion
who was lcnnmg over the harp, in her own
sweet melody. Her rounded arm CLEANED
our from It's falling sieve. like moulded snow
as the small liugors of that lovely hand swept
over the quiycrIng strings; like tie shadow
uru lu,turing rosc-lcat on lilly, the soft col
or lowered on hcr cheek, and her bright.
spiritual eyes were cast upward Wiih Il
dreamy, clear, tnrgcIli look, rs her bright
ewes tremhicd with the rich gush Of nlusic
thrilling NY from Il soul full Of melody and
beauty.
The two uaidcns were both so absorbed
that they did not hear he ring OF the door
bell, nor notice the gentleman who stood, hat
in hind, Just inside the paror. 1t was AIR.
) Duumuro. lie, TOO, was charmed INTO 81
lence, and stood mute and mo,ionleSs lill the
last culver ofthc harp died nwny, and lsidore,
pcrccivug him, exclaimed. lHuglIingly:
sSpell-hound, Mr. Duunturc ?
Stella started uni hllsilrd crimson, and
rising hastily, would have retrcatch from the
apartment, but Ernest detained her hy beg
ging for another song. She recovered her
selfposscssiou Immediately, and complies
gracefully TO his request.
The evening passed by delightfully."- Ear,
nest was n man of rare accomplishments ana
ieXhuusubn sources of amusement and in
formation. Il was the first time Stein had
ever met with such n pGrson books an! her
own high thoughts had been her only com
paniuus Il was no wonder then, that listen
ipg earcrIy to every accent of his fine voice
lnnL drinking in tho enthusiasm Of his dark
soul-ljt ewes, sic forgot herself, her circum-
s.a,,cos MI ibo sadness of her life.
, But shn was doomed to n quick waking
fran, "i h S' ,reon, Isidore Saw it all and dis
! Measure ,E anshed from her eye as She saw thai
lno ,,,ns r;,,nnd I,v the sweet Ioyliness of
S sI'e vas, w"S ,n o"',i',n ~ va
'''e s.;, oTa7 yo "nv retire now size snid quiet
l.. nnS ,,i}n',r;n,Iv '~'i' '' TIT ' HA
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