Herald of the times, and Rhode Islander. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1846-1849, 1848-10-26
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again sobbing aud wailing most touch
mgIy, ''ll, just as the rosy tint Of dawn
crepI ove' the great city, from mere eA-
haustion, she fob. asleep on her hard pill
low.
| That da! tho artist did not come. An
affair Of importance ca lied him Fl om the
city for couple of we eks and when he
returned, and still full of thought Of the
little malden, went To- look for her, she
was gol e, and tie old house was unten-
anted
A month afterwards he sailed Tor Qlo-
rious Italy.
CHAPTER IL,
Eight years after this occurrence. on a
pleasant evening of October, soon after
sunset, a gentlemen was promenading
through Broadway. Just in advance of
him, tripping gracefully over the pave,
was young 5lrl ofllght and elegant form,
in tasteful, but rather plain dress, and
close cottage hat. He was admiring her
graceful aud gliding step, when he sud-
denly Paused.-She had dropped one Of
her gloves lie picked II up. 1t was
dainty little creation Of white kid. ius,
the least bit III tie world soiled by con-
tact with the pavement.
" Exqnlslte!' mut,ered he, hurrying
after the far loser, with the commenda-
bic intention Of returiliug it md, perhaps,
making The acquaintance Of lady who
wore sucn glove.
But he was moment too late for,
just as he was overtakng her, she turned
suddenly aud nouni-.! the steps Of an e'-
egant dwelling Balancing her pretty
feet IN the edge Of the marble door-sill,,
she stood for moment with her hand On
the polished knob The hand was un-
gIoveL ,.white as snow, and beautiful as
it could be. She opened the door with
out ringing the bell, and disappeared in
the hail. Ot course, she resided there.
The gentleman placed the little glove
in his pocket, TOOK down the number of
residence, aud walked away.
1t was twilight when he reached his
lodgings, and going Immediately to his
room threw hlmselfin an arm chair by
the window. aud sank into reyerie:
from which he was awakened by the pres
ence OF visitor, whose unceremonious
entrance put to flight a whole cloud Of
angels IN white kid gloves, and little, NOR
tai hands without them
why, lsay, Earnest, how do you do! -
don't you hear met"
:" is 1t possible | beg your pardon
my old chum Hal, how are yon 7"
exclaimed t'r dreamer, springing from
his chair. and shaking his friend most
sensihIy by the hand. Why, how you
have changed; eigh, years have inn
proved you vastly, must confess"
! can return tie compliment with in
terest," replied Hal. gazing admuingly
upon his friends elegant form and strik-
ingly handsome and intellectual counre-
nance. European polish has done
much, even for you. But how have you
Jared how succeeded 2 have you real sed
half your young dreams of glory' has
the artist been as successful as the poet -
for we have occasionally been favored
here with some of your luxurious fam
cieh."
" ] fear you hatter me, Hal but with
regard to my painting. have been almost
as successful as could wish-that is, for
one who pursucs it merely for his cwn
amusement"
"Qnlte an accomplished amateur, ,eh p
The two friends sat down to converse
upon old times, and the happy present,
and the promising future.
Ernest Dunmore had indeed not spent
eight years in travel in cultivating this
finc taste and intellectual gifts, w'hou,
returning TO his country an exceedingly
refined and fascinating man.
BY the way, Hal" said he, sudden
ly interrupting his friend in glowing
description OF his anticipatIons Of the fu-
ture, can you tell me what young lady
resides al Broadway" I"
"Why lsadore Allen, our city BELLE
Have YOU seen herl She is beautiful
creature-bcwitches all Of us. Aud that
jnst reminds me that came with pres
sing invitation from the Bentleys for You
to attend grand party there tonight.
Miss Allen will Of course be there"
Ther ! shall, certainlyP P' was the
animated reply
Why, Ernest, you must have seen
this paragon of beauty. In love, so soon,
after resisting all the bright eyes and be-
wilderlng smiles of foreign perfection for
eight years y
+" Indeed YOU are mistaken, | am not
certain that ! have seen this belle OF
yours-at least, have never seen hes
face"
We'll you shall sec her tonight The
ladies have heard of your arrival, and arc
on tipt0e To behold the Wonderful Mr..
Dunmore, the poet, the painter, aud TIE
millionaire"
How very catering" returned Err
nest, smiling q. quiet bat perfectly salts.
fed smile, a. he turned Ia the mirror To
arrange his toilet for the evening What
gentleman possessing grace. accomplish
ments, intellect, aud the adsaniages OF
personal beauty aud great fortune, would
not be l,Ilc Inclined toward pleasant
feeling Of vanity None, ceriainly-a
least, not Mr.. Ernest Dunmore.
Il was late IN the evening when Hal
a.I h,. Cytand anti geb the krak.