Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1850-05-09
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you all seem ohattetinx, away among
yourselves Ike soimany 'naagpies,' said tn,
old gentleman. But who IL this young Ia
dy in the corner - sa"pS 20 a1''as
Our Cousin, Grace Addison, screamed
Sophy at the top of her voice, and the dear
est, best, kindest cousin in the worfdg isle
makes all our dresses, copies Masida's jmu
sic, waters her flowers, sketches her, al.
bum, and does thousand things for which
others get the credit; and more than all she
bears my impertinences, and never gets out
ofpatience. Now, Grace, turning towards
her, you are properly introduced, come aud
speak for yourself think have made one
party hear this time,' she added, to her SIS
ter, 'and if the old yellow face has half as
much generosity as he should have, there is
nice little plum in store for Simple Grace.
So saying, she ran out Of the room.
When the party met at dinnor, there were
several dishes cooked to suit UncIe Med
ways taste, among the rest curry. Mrs
proffered viands, but when the old gentle
man politely turned to Sophy, she ex-
claimed
No, thank you, none of your nauIeous
messes for me; the very smell of them taxes
away my appetite!
Il say can't bear curry" screamed So
ply.
oh, Sophy. how can you be SO rude p
said her mother, in despair.
Because | hate hypocrisy answered the
other angrily. There sits Matilda, striving
TO eat what | know she abhors-afraid to
say what her likes or dislikes are it would
not be worth the effort size makes to swal-
low it, if the hateful curry powder was gold
dust. See, she is pale now-and sick, too,
| dare say; for shame, Matilda. Uncle
Midway must, indeed, be deaf, dumb and
blind, not to discover in short time all
your false pretences. Sophy spoke rapid
ly, despite of both mothers and sisters at
tempts TO stop her, aud Graces appealing
looks. Secure in their guests entire deaf
ness, she rallied severely at the deceit she
despised. Uncle Midway cast a searching
look toward Matilda, and then turning to
Grace, who sat next him, invited her to par
take of his favorite dish Grace thanked
him, but declined.
What, said he, with smile, can't you
bear curry, either! Perhaps you have new
er tasted il
Il am not fond of it, | confess answered
Grace. Il have often seen ii on my grand
fathers table, and he tried in vain to induce
me 10 like it,
Again those shrewd eyes of Uncle Med
way rested on Grace's countenance, and no
further discussion arising, the dinner pass
ed pleasantly off
After dinner Grace was left alone with
the old gentleman, while the sisters
" turning towards her, he SAID, in his pc
culiarly abrupt manner, WHO was your
grandfather
Grace looked up IN surprise, but lmme-
dia,elv answered, my grandfather's name
was Maurice Addison
And your father's!'
Jacob Addison he was born in India
and then, with sudden impulse, she ex-
claimed, oh Mr. INedway, did you know
my grandfather Are you no, the old
friend have SO often heard him mention,
who went out to India with him, and who
was so true and kind 20 him IN Illness and
trouble You are, am sure, and my faith
er was named after you, Jacob Addison
1t was unusual for the qule. Grace to be
reused TO such enthusiasm; but she rose
from her seat, and laying her hand on the
old genieman's chair, looked into his face
with such an affectlonate and expectaui
gaze, that his heart must have been ada
mant indeed to resist it. And as his was,
in reality, a loving and unsellish heart, he
drew Grace gently toward him, and pleas
ant smile lighted up his face, as he said
And are you Maurice Addson's own lit
tie merry pet, Grace, he SO often mentioned
in his letters to me! You are, am sure,
and you are the daughter of my little god
son, Jacob, who was only knee high when
l saw him last. And now, my dear child,
for surely have right to call you so, why
are you living here! Where are your PAT
rents ?
Tears started in Grace's eyes as she relat-
ed the circumstances of her parents death
and her admission into Mrs Medway's fam
lily, adding, that though they were all very
kind to her, she would remain no longer
than until she could procure All independ-
ent situation, as she feared in Mrs. Ned
ways circumstances, she was burden.
Humphp was the only reply; and then
the old gentleman added, Say nothing a
bout this conversation, if you please, until
l give you permission
Grace willingly acceded; she knew that
Mrs. Midway would not like to believe she
possessed any claim, however slight, on I'm
Gle Medway's regard and although feeling
an attachment TO him for her grandiather's
sake, had not the slightest idea of endeav-
oring to rival her cousin.
One morning Uncle Midway expressed a
desire to drive through the city, and wished
one of the ladies to accompany him as
cicerone. Matllda's services were Instantly
offered, and politely accepted. On their
return, Matilda threw herself on sofa, ex-
claiming to her mother
Well, | never was so wearied in all my
life; and | consider this splendid dress,
which Uncle purchased for me at Stewards,
as very hardly earned. Never will | COLI
sent to be driven about, shut up in car
rage with such perverse, questioning old