Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1851-07-30
0 My a Servant
ICoNTINUED.1
BY j. B. sYME.

| CONTINUED.
Maria Brioude, who had hitherto been loved and
treated as the child and friend of hgh-souIed wo-
man, now found herself the slave Of capricious
beauty. The smile that so envens service, never
shone on the lips of Dora Froidart. The gentle
word so easily said, and the well-tred Sc if you
please and 'Ethank you, never stole in ducet
cents from the lips of Dora Froidart. The mpera-
tive gesture and the cold command were all that she
vouchsafed to her. whom she always declared TO be
''only seryant.'' Marie Brloude would not have
been noble, unless she had been what Dora despised
"a servant. 1t was the nobest privation Of her
life, and its end was glori6ed by the purposes of
her toll She could have submitted to servude
far more calling than that of Dora, in order to
accomplish the object, which, like pillar of light,
led her through the dark Egyptian night of her in
cessant, cherries labors.
"Come, Marie,'' Dora would say, Sand remove
those geranums; | am sick of their odor. | Won
der why mamma 50 delight % torment me with
them!'' and then she would command them to be
arranged before her on the stand that she might lie
on the sofa and gaze at them, like some eastern
beauty in her harem. She would have her hair
braided la Madonna when in a pensve mood,
and then she would transform the modest tresses in
to the volupuous Turkish curs, when her heart
was touched with what she thought was love. Dora
Froldart capriClous, and Marie Brloude was the
slave Of her caprices.
At length visitor came to Madame Froidart's
house; not casual fashionable visitor, but friend
of the family, who had been long abroad, and to
whom it beloved Dora to pay the most marked at
tcntions. He was not like the general visitors OF
Madame Froidar, for he neither played nor INDUCED
| in loud laughter; he was gentle and modest as a
woman, and his voice was as earnest as mothers
PRAYER. Dora Froidart was sitting by the accom-
plished stranger deghtedly displaying the contents
Of her portfolio when Madame Rquet, the projects
| vuloar ,vifa was annOunced
ss,Tell her am not at home,' said Dora, half
impatiently; ''she is such bore" she added, as
she looked at her companion, with sweet smile.
Marie fingered for moment at the door, and
then, with downcast eyes, and voice tremulous
with emotion, she replied, 81 cannot say SO, Mad
emoiselle; | shall say that you are engaged, but
cannot say that you are not at home"
''Do you dlsobey me!' said Dora, rising and
looking inperiously at the maiden, who now stood
looking calmly in her face. 'Do you know that you
are only servant!''
81 know it, Mademoiselle," said Marie, modest
ly but firmly, ''and God grant that may ever ieei
it, lie whom serve tells me not to e.'
Dora looked COMPOUNDED, and she ielt incensed.
''lf you are to regulate procedure OF the dwelling
instead Of me. it is time you IN this drawing
room and in the kitchen,' she exclaimed IN tone
of lofty irony, which, however, fell harmless on the
ear of Marie, and made the strangers bosom heaye
with something like an ''amen."
| Te looked from the domestic to her mistress dur
inc this short alteration, and strange, undehnabe
sensation seemed to swell his bosom as his eye
seemed to rest familiary upon Maries, lovely face