The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1850-04-30

[ Ou, HO, Snt has iiOuC II tbio 'O"N'Ni
but that which lies there, with its four
legs up in the air she loved 1t as her
self; see the collar that she worked for
il with her own hands, | bent TO look
at it. 1t was Of red leather, ornamented
with little bells. and she had einbrolder-
ed on it in gold thread-'Robin belongs
to Amelia de Belmont: she loves him,
and begs that he may be restored to her.
What will she think of the barbarian
who killed him in fit of passion THE
vice that she most detests She is right,
it has been fatal 10 her sheep Yet if
he should be only stunned by blow !
Catherine, run, ask for some ether, or
eau de rie, or hartshorn, run, Cathe~
rine, runp
Catherine set off | tried to make it
open its mouih-my rosebud was still
between its hermetically sealed teeth +,
perhaps the collar pressed it; in fact,
the throat was swelled. got it off with
difficulty; something fell from il al my
feet, which mechanically took up and
put into my pocket, without looking at
il. so much was | absorbed in ankle
for the resusc,ation rubbed him with
all my strength | grew more and more
impatient, for the return of Catherine.
She came with a small phial in her hand,
calling out in her usual manner, Here,
sir-here's the medicine. never open
ed my mouth about il, to Mademoiselle
Amelia; pity her enough without
that
What is all this, Caiherinel Where
have you seen Mademoiselle aud what
is her allliction, if she does not know of
her favorlte's death ? Oh, sir, this is
terrible day for the pocr young lady. She
was at the end Of the street, searching
for ring which she had lost and 1t
, was no iri6e, but the ring that her dead
father had got as present from the EN-.
peror, and worth, they say, more ducats
than have hairs OH my head. Her
mother len, it to her to-day for the party;
! she has lost it, she knows neither how
5 nor where, and never missed it, till she
, drew her glove Off at supper. And, poor
r soul the glove was on again in a min
t ute, for fear it should be seen that the
1 ring was wanting, and she slipped out to
search for it all along the street, but has
not found it,
1t struck me, that the substance that
had fallen from the sleeps collar, had
!; the form of ring-could it possibly be
e i looked at it and Judge of my joy
it was Madame de Belmoni's ring, anc
really very beautiful and costly. A Sc
h cret presenliment whispered 20 me, that
4; this was better means of presentation
: than the rose-tree. pressed the pre-
= cious ring TO my heart, and to my lips
assured myself that the sheep was reull.
: dead and leaving him stretched nea
: the devastated rose trees, ran into The
h street, dismissed those who were seek in!
i in vain, and stationed myself at my door
e to await the return of my nelghbors.
If saw from a distance, the flambeau iha
1t preceded them, quickly distinguishes
;; their voices, and comprehen ded by then
l that Amelia had confessed her mlsior
lie tune. The mother scoded bitterly; tn
ar daughter wept, and said, Perhaps,
7, may be found 'Oh, yes, perhaps, re
! piled the mother, with irritation. 1T
p, too rich prize to him who finds it. Th
Of emperor gave it your deceased fathe,
st on the field when he saved his lie; h
set more value on ii, than all heposses:
y; ed besides, aud now you have thus fun
We it away But the fault is mine, for ha'
as ing trusted you with it. For some tim
u back you have seemed quite bewildered
m | heard all this as | followed at some p
he ces behind them; they reached home
lis and had the cruelty to prolong, for son
in moments more, Amelias modification
| intended that the treasure should pr
ut cure the entree Of their dwelling, and
of waited till they had got up stairs. tht
] had myself announced as the bearer
on good news; | was introduced, and r
ct. specIfully presented the ring, to Ma
ss, anne de Belmont: and how delight,
ire seemed Amelia and how beautiful
ne. she Frightened in her JOY, not alone III
hi the ring was found, but that | was /
le> finder. She cast herself on her moi
nv er's bosom, and turning on me her ey'
er! humid with tears, though beaming wi
, | pleasure, she clasped her hands, exclai
lie. ing, oh, sir, what obligation, what or
ard itude do we not owe to you =
as 'Ah, mademoiselle = returned |, "
aid know not to whom YOU address the te
lief gratitude
hat TO one who has conferred on mi
: of great pleasure, said she.
my TO one who has caused you seriC
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