Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1848-10-26

least judgment with regard 10 the ar
rangement Of my wardrobe-she so far
excels me in all such matters. Then
she 10 SO sensitive, SO proud, yet so CRATE
tul for kindness. Really, she is quite a
wonder Of drsssing-maid l do believe,
# she were to be brought out-despite
the advantages Of forlune-she would
throw me quite into the shade p
\ "That would be quite impossible, Miss
Allen. But do you never introduce this
fair wonder to your friends T.
Il "Ah, see" said the lady, laughing,
You would like to get glimpse at her
rare beauty Very well las you are
an artist, and she looks SO very much
like this painting Of yours, will humor
n you, If possible. But she has too mach
native delicacy to ever yield to my solic-
itations to appear IN the parlor SO shall
have TO bring her here. Mr.. tIazleton
will call for US tomorrow = she said as
that gentleman approached.
II Certainly shall only feel too much
honored." And the three continued OIL
their way round the room.
II CHAPTER Nv
\ The next day as the snowy fingers oi
Stella May were wrea,hing the dark hair
Of her mistress into shining braids, Isa.
dore said" Would you na like 10 visit
the exhibition room Of our new artist this
afternoon, Stella"
20. yes very much" replied the young
girl f" but"
Nay, Stella, you must 60. just to O.
blige me. There is a picture there that
! admire very much, and know you
would love TO see it,"
Indeed, cannot tell you how much
love everything beau,iiul-my harp, my
flowers. and ny own beautiful mistress,
said the young maiden. in trembling and
slightly mournful voice; " but such things
make me sad and unhappy, when know
| ought to be grateful aud contented.-
But will 60. if you wish me-"
\ How wildly the heart Of Ernest Dun.
more throbbed and paIpitated when his
eyes met those ofStella May. The bright
est dream, the loyeliest fancy, the sweetest
vision OF his poets soul lookedson him
through those eyes-the one embodiment
of all his heart had longed for, and not
found lived, breathed before him The
pure, girlish, spiritual brow-the deep,
dreamy, shadowy eyes-the sweet mouth,
beautiful in its expression Of subdued re-
pose-thc eloquent color, coming and
going in her cheek, just as the thoughts
came and went in her soul. There was
proud reserve mingled with the ineffable
grace Of her manner, that no princess
could surpass. Ernest almost forgot to
notice her hand, till she raised it to smooth
back truant curl that had stolen from
the, confinement Of her straw hat. 1t was
the hand he looked for eight years! She
wore but one glove-where was its mate ?
Ernest smiled, and his heart gave bound
against the little white treasure that hal
again found Its way to his vest-pocket.
And he had once held that beautiful ham
in his-had pressed it to his lips: would
he ever clasp it again For Ernest Dun
more was proud millionaire, and Stella
May was dressng-maid
Il They paused first before the lovely pic
ture of sunset-an Italian scene. Stella
gazed at it with flushed cheek and
Frightening eye.
"Do you love Italy would you like
to visit it, Miss May I"
h IL have dreamed Of it often," replied
the young girl, raising her soft eyes inno-
Gently to her companions face.
II There was something peculiar in hi:
earnest gaze, and the siken lashes droop
ed slowly toward the deepening color il
| her cheek. lsadore Allen observed th'
manner Of both, and when Stella raiset
her eyes, she curled her full lip yer,
slightly, bnt it called the crimson to tha
gentle brow, and a flash of pride to thos
deep, beautiful eyes. Isadore was sorr,
in moment-she was usually so kint
and considerate but Ernest had excite,
her ambition, aud she was jealous-o o
her dressing-maid. But she knew Mr.
Dunmore to be proud and fastidious, AM
the next moment she smiled at her owl
vain fears.
"And now for the picture told you oI
Stella" said Isadore, as the four pause
in front Of the veied painting.
"Only sixpence, please sir. to bu
; bread for my mother" repeated Ernes
keeping his eyes fixel OIL the maiden
face, as he drew aside the curtain.
Stella gazed at it moment, and the
up in the face Of the artist, with a loo
Of wondering inquiry. Their eyes me-
aud Stella burst into tears. Perhaps
was the memory Of her mother-perhap
: it was this thoughtless and cruel REMIND
> ing of what she had been-that so affec
ed her.
The artist was embarrassed. 1t was
; delicate subject to make apologies for
and his friend Hal and Miss Allen bot
looked surprised, but he rallied, and sal
frankly =" Forgive ME, Miss May, if
have wounded your feelings. 1t was ur
> Intentional and, indeed, ! am very happ
; to meet again the little girl who, YOU SCI
: | have never forgotten"
. "Then this is portrait Of our Stella
J is it p said Isadore, carressing the youn
u girl, to remove her injured feelings.
"Let me return, Miss Allel; do M
y feel wel'." said she, in a low tone an
a they retired.