The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-10-25
NJ I S o ELL A n e O Us
The Little Feet;
OR, THE AMATEUR SHOE MAKER.
By META VICTORIA FULLER.
CHAPTER l.


Won't you take away your admiring
gaze from my pretty feet, Clifford, dear!
/ burst not go TO sleep for fear you will
carry them off, and | shall awake foot
lesei'
The speaker was a roguish and elegant
young girl, nesting down into the rosy
pillows of a lounge. AS she spoke she
drew up her delicate feet beneath the rust
hing 70 Ids of her dress.
Your little feet, indeedr was the reply
of the young gentleman, taking up one of
his sisters beautiful brown tresses from
the pillow where it heated. MY little sis,
| fear you are spoiled-such complacent
vanity is amusing
Then let the responsible thought be
yours that you spoiled me, dear; how
should know my feet were so fairy-like,
if you had not told me SO ten times day.
Are you not always quoting Mrs. Osgood's:
.sfIrr foot is like fairy's foot,
So dainty and go feot."
We'll, know it, but | cant help it, for
they certainly are the prettiest | ever saw.
And | am sure he continued, his dark
eyes growing more thoughtful than the oc-
caslon seemed TO warrant, 'if l have spoil
ed you, you have returned the compliment
with interest, else | should have been mar
ried before now. Twenty-eight, and new
er been engaged to a woman yet, for the
very reason that in looking at my little
sis's feet so much, my ideas of the beauty
of such articles have grown so perfect that
| have never met any other lady who
pleased me-
i should be ashamed of you, Clifford,
if / thought you spoke in earnest. You
forget, do you, a lady's grace, beauty,
goodness and intellect because her shoes
are a trifle larger than your sister Grace 81
'Don't reprove me sis, for philesophise
upon the mother; / want a woman with
heart, and soul, and intellect-to love and
be sensible; but if her head was full of
thought and her heart full Of affection, how
can they be properly balanced! how, ask,
can they be spiS+ituQlized unless the feet
that uphold them are fashioned IN the per-
fecmess of1ightness and grace!'
you had better enlarge upon your Won
derful theory, and give the world the ben
eft of your scientific and philosophic ar
guments in three quarto volumesn said
Grace with meek gravity, raising her half
shut lashes till the mirthful flash of her
large eyes met the half-comical,' half-seri-
Gus look of her bachelor brother. 1T is
so provoking when | have absolutely the
most charming friend in the world, whom
/ had selected for you, and expected you
10 be grateful and delighted-but, alas! her
feet are positively large. Continuing your
theory, though, / should suppose that it
was necessary they should be large to
support the immense amount of sensibility,
goodness and grace of her soul
What is her name?' s--5e--.
Madeline Mellen. She lives in Phila-
delphia. She has spiritual eyes
Hush, hush, do not care about her
eyes-I shall not go to see her-you need
not pout, sis; you had no right to be so
beautiful yourself, and make me SO partic-
ular.' n
Il shall say nothins more to you this af-
ternoon, sir Bachelor, murmured the young
girl Indignantly.
Wherewith she nestled her flushed cheek
closer to the pillow, tossed back a curl that
had crePt over to silence her lips, and shut
her eyes determinedly, notwithstanding the
slight culver of the light lashes.
Clifford Wells smiled upon his sweet
pet; and rising from the easy chair. uaced
slowly to and fro through the luxurious
parlor. AS his thoughts quickened SO did
his pace, till at length SO absorbed was he
IN his new ideas, that he ran over an otto
man, and when startled by the sound,
Grace opened her sleepy, snowy eyelids,
her elegant and dignifed brother was kiss
ing rose in the tuftcd carpet, evidently a