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

Alien, ana tho gentlemen euged tnTough
the throng, and reached the instrumen,
Just as the sweet voice of the belle was
trembling on the concluding stanzas.-
She was certainly beautiful creature,
Just nineteen, with glorious dark eyes,
sweeping lashes, an exquisi,ively curved
mouth and finely chlseled features
graceful form, too, but her hand-a shade
Of disappointment darkened the fine face
Of E'nest. 1t was a very pretty hand
slender and tapering; but it was not the
hand--it could not wear such a glove.
A radiant creaturel isn't she T.
whispered Hal, as she rose from the pi-
ano.
"very pretty" was the disappointed
reply.
:" Very pretty" was the rather ipdig.
nant ejaculation, she 10 peerless, une-
qua,ed, divineW r
I" Bui her hand" At this momen,
the lady turned toward them, and Ha
presented bis friend, Mr.. Ernest Dunmore
and soon the two most distinguished per
sosaecs preyek-sAs belle and the artist
mistssaaire--were promeu ading through
the brilliant assembly. Ernes, found his
brigtR companion really bewitching.-
She ws witty, learned, brilliant, beau,i.
fai--he would certainly have been fascr
mated, had il not been for the little kid
glove that was lying on his heart. and the
perfect little hand he had seen on the
door-knob. Az il was, his heart thrilled
and paipitased slightly beneath its tiny
treasure, and he colored twice and stam-
mrred ouce-,he accomplished Mr. Dun
more
The belle was unusually charming
She though, she had made decided and
uost agreeable conquest she had quite
passion for paintings. Ernest would
have room prepared for the exhibition
OF his works TO his friends by the day af
ter tomorrow, and he would be happy L
wait upon her there, and hear her opin
ION no doubt her criticisms would be o
value. And they separated, mutual,
pleased. Poor little glove! wha, will b,
thy fate!
CHAPTER III
lsadore Allen was slowly promen aiding
through the exhibiiion-rooln, leaning OF
the arm Of Ernest Dunmore. He Wa:
more than ever enchanted by her grace,
her fine taste, and her lovelness She
was very enthusiastic, and her observa-
tions showed correct judgment and culti-
va,ed taste. Ernest sighed as he stole q
glance at her aand-it certainly was mol
perfect one-and thought Of the glove
% carefully laid-oa his dressing table
This said Ernest, as he threw aside
the cloth which hung over painting, j
consider my masterpiece"
Beautiful, teautiful!" said lsadore,
and the tears sprang uncalled into hc'
dark, soft eyes, at the extreme lovelines:
Of the picture. Ernest perceived them,
and though, them the deares. tribute that
conld be paid to his powers as an artist
]; was picture ofa little girl, the sun.
shine, and the old wooden steps. There
WIS the childish, graceful attitude, the
l';;le, pleading hsnd, extended so prettily
the dancing curls Of gold, and tn. tear.
Iul iringes thrown up from her large,
muurnful, beautiful eyes, and over all the
rich, warm glowing light, slumbering
softly over the brightly sorrowfuI picture
Precisely !" exclaimed lsadore, after
regarding it an instant, a" it is the We ry
likeness OF Stella May, my pretty little
dressn .-mad One would think il cop
,cd from her, just as she looked eigh,
years ago, when mamma brought her
home as my companion and assistant"
I" lndeed !" said Ernest, while a fasf
Of surprise and deligh, beamed over hi
face " will you not tell me something o.
Jour Stella May -
With pleasure for 1 look at her al
ways III connection with some romanc'
or another; she is so peculiar, such
strange being. was only a child my
cell, when, one day, mamma was visiting
several poor people, to whom she ire
quently afforded assistance, when sh
noticed little girl sitting in the door
way Of an old building. weeping bitterly
She spoke to her kindly, but the It'll
girl only raised her head moment, an
then .obbed more wildly than ever, NJ
.inother,-m dear mother-they hav
buried my mother" was all that she couI
make her say. Touched by her grie
and anxious to know if she was left frienC
less, mamma entered the house, whic
she found entirely deserted and unfu
nished. What little wrelched furnitur
had rem,ined, had been seized by tn
neighbors in payment for various Ii,tl
articles which they had sometimes give
the woman before she died. The mott
er had been buried by the poor officer
and the child was left unpitied, unprc
tected, homeless and destitute. Mamm
took the little sufferer into her carriage
and brought her home. For days sh
refused all consolation, weeping all da
and signing all night, as IT her youU
heart had broken with its grief Bat W
were all very kind to her, and, gradual.
she became more contented and wher
at length, she smiled, m warbled to he
self notes Of music that she had hear'
child az | was, | loved her for her beau'
and sweetness We knew there mu
be some unusual circumstances connec
cd with her. for she had a ring, engrave'
on the inside, with her name, Stel