The Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1846-1852, 1849-04-27


of wondering inquiry. Their eyes met
and Stella bJrsl into tears Perhaps i
was the memory Of her mother perhaps
il was his ihougbiless aud cruel remiIsd
ing ofwhat she had been--that 90 affec.
ted her. ......,..e
The artist was embarrassed. 1t was
a delicate subject 10 make apologies for;
and his friend Hal and Miss Allen both
looked surprised. but he rallied, and said
frankly--forgiye me. Miss May, if | have
wounded your feelings. II was uniuten.
'ional; and, indeed. | am very happy 10
meet again the little girl who, you see,
have never forgotten. ...
Then this is a nortrait Of our Stella. is
ill said Isadore caressing lhe young girl,
to remove her Injured feelings.
Let ns return, Miss AIlen;I do moi feel
well, said she, in a low tone; and they
retired. .'
That evening there was no company
in The paSor, aud Stella came down, at
lsldore 'srequest 10 play for her.
Oh. that Mr. Dunmore could picture
her thus lovely upon the ranVass. thought
lsidore, as she watched her beautiful
companion, who was leaning over her
harp, l0slin her own sweet melody. HeI
rounded arm cleaned out from its falling
sleeve, like mOulered snow, as the small
fingers ofthat lovely hand swept over the
quivering strings; like the shadow of a
fluttering rose. leafon lilly. the soft col.
or lowered on her cheek; aud the bright
spiritual eyes were cast upward with d
dreamy, clear, forgetful look, as her
bright lips trembled with the rich gush Of
music thrilling up from soul full of beau
iy and melody.
The two maidens were both 80 absorb.
ed that they did not hear the ring of;he
dooT.bell, nor notice the gentleman who
stood, hat in hand. just inside the parlor
1t was Mr.. DunmOre. He, too. was
charmed into silence, and stood mute
motionlesS, ill the last quiver of the harT
had died away, and lsidore. perceiving
him exclaimed laughingy:
Spellbound Mr.. Dunmurel ..
Stella started aud blushed crimson nd
rising hastily would have reIreated from
the apartment. but Ernest retained her b,
begging for another song. She recover
ed her self.possession Immediately aud
complied gracefully to his request.
The evening passed by delightfully."-
| Err or IA nF Il,
ments and inc xhaustable sources of a
musement aud information. Ii was the
first time Stella had ever met such per
son; books and her own high thought,
had been her only companions. 1t wai
no wonder, then, that listening eagerly
to every accent of his fine voice, ant
drinking in the enthusiasm of his dark
soul-lit eyes she furgot herself, her Gil
cumstances, all the sadness of her life.
But she was doomed to quick ava
kening from her dream: Isidore saw i
ALL and dis2leasure flashed from her eye
as she saw that she was rivalled by IN,
sweet lovelness of the young orphan.
Stella you may retire, now, she SAT-
quietly and stringingly.
The young girls cheek grew deadl
pale. but she rose with the proud dignit
of queen, and bidding Mr.. Dunmor
good evening left the apartment.
A flush ofindiguation mounted to tn
white. forehead Of Eraest as she disaT
ped. and his manner became cold an
constrained.
Isidore saw she had made a mis- step
had forgotten her position as lady, and
for the first time in her life, felt humbled
She strove to be gay and brilliant, but sh
failed, and in a few minutes her visito
left her. ......
Who can tell the deep misery in tn
desolate orphans heart as she threw her
self on her couch and strove to hush il
wild lhrobbingl A cloud had overcas
its dim shadow on the happiness Of tha
young heart, and now the cloud had burs
in wild storm of anguish that threaler
ed to annihilate every flower she had eV
er cherished. Sensitive to an extreme
proud and delicate. to be thus repuse
aud scorued before him, aud by the onl
one who had ever appreciated her sine
they bore her. mother away to the pau
per's burial place. Long after midnigt
she sobbed herself to sleep.
The next morning Stella was i'll. B,
she said nothing, though her head ache
intensely and her face burnt with feve
Isidore's heart reproached her with he
cruelty; but she knew that an apolog
would only deepen the wound, SO sh
told her kindly that she might keep he
, room if she was not well. Solitude wa
grateful to the orphans heart.