The Literary echo, and Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1851-1854, 1852-09-23

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and several rods below.
There was pale girl sitting in the
room, resting her Intellectual forehead
upon her hand, and perusing the pages
of a volume that lay on the tabl; before
her. Ever and anon, she looked up,
and took a thoughtful survey of the wall
and the ceiling as if she would more
entirely grasp and incorporate into her
own mind the idea of her author.
The room itself was a picture of
cosiness and comfort; and one on en-
tering it at this season of the year, could
not avoid imagining what its attractions
must necessarily be in cold blowing
night in December.
A beautiful tortoise-shell cat lay
sleeping on the rug before the closed
Fireplace, the personifcation of peace
and quietness. The carpet on the floor
was bright and of cheerful pattern.
There stood small secretary, above a
chest of drawers, against one of the
walls, and between the front windows
hung mirror, beneath which stood a
miniature pier table. The secretary
was not empty of books, neither were
the walls bare Of prints. To be sure,
there was nothing of a very extravagant
or expensive character in them, yet they
were the best her finances would permit
her to enjoy, and above all, they were
in good taste. This latter was more
than the half of their value.
Full and volumipious curtains swept
the carpet before the windows, save
where at one window, the light found
its unobstructed way to the street.
These must have had a peculiar effect
in the season of winter; when the lone
girl might retire within her own domain,
and there give rein to those feelings and
fancies which winter confinement is so
apt to induce.
The countenance of this girl-whose
name l should here give as Emelia
Johnston-was striking. There was,
at least there seemed to be no one ex-
preston so predominant over it as sin
cerity. With this is always allied in-
nocence of intention. If aught else
could have been CLEANED from her face,
We are at wonder what it could be.
She appeared as if accustomed to this
solitude-as if it were no new thing that
she should be alone, and left to find her
own reflections. Such was the case
There was an air of calmness about her
person, that could be equalled by
nothing so much as the air of content
ment that reigned throughout the apart
ment.
Such was the difference in the interior
of the two hoGses in the village of Broad.
brook, on certain summer evening.
CHAPTER H.
Mr.. Edward Wilkinson, with his
charming sister Eliza, were guests at the
mansion of Mr.. Ingleton, on the evening
in question. The former was a young
man who had but recently come into the
possession of large estate in the city
of B. Both had been acquaint-
ances of the Inglet6ns in other days, and
the friendship was kept alive by just
such social unions as the present.
The young man was well educated,
and refined and pleasing in his manners.
The pride of Miss Mary Ingleton was
perceptbly kindled at sight of his high
and gentlemanly bearing, and she
managed, through the assistance of her
mother, to secure his company for a
lazy promenade through the rooms.
II see nearly all the good people of
the village here tonight, suppos >"
said he, inclining his head slightly to-
wards the fair Mary, who leaned on his
axm.
Yes, they are nearly all hcre-that
is all who deserve to 60 into good
society,"" was her ready reply.
Yet seem to miss one face that /
have seen in this place since have been
here" said he.
",Whose 7"
"You may perhaps guess" replied
he; Z" have spoken of her before to
you"
MaryreAected moment.
"I'm sure | cannot think. Whose
face is it pray :"
"I will tell you, then"
DO, for 1 am entirely in the dark. {"
1t is the pretty one that belongs to
that Miss Johnston, the milliner," said
he, smiling
Fudge !" proudly and perplexedly
retorted the beauty.
Fudge, or not, Miss Ingleton, I say