Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-02-05

would let him read her soul for a moment,
then dropping the fringes over them again.
Would you have me stayP he inquired
calmly, never taking those searching eyes
from her face.
mol and-yes' The first word was
spoken firmly, the last IN a tone nutterIng
into silence. In an instant, as though she
despised herself for having said or thought
it, she drew herself more proudly than ever,
with blush burning on each cheek.
MOI she repeated; 60 go back TO
your country-to your dear France put
the ocean between us but first teach me
to forget 2
'Forgetp the young man echoed. j
could sooner forget myself Can | not take
remembrance aud love with me across tie
Atlantic What more would you give
me ?
She half turned away her head, strug-
Cling with the strength of her pride against
the passionate beating of her heart. There
seemed sort of triumph hidden IN her
companions eye, as he watched the conflict
he had awakened 1t was for this very
pride, this very queenlness, that he had
marked her his bright particular star IN
f tHt IllEdUltni vi lilts 1lh III tilN N'h'i'it7A
Of that ruling passion his cooler nature
glowed, even on the threshold of a long sep
aration lie triumphed IN reading her soul /;
bat It was a hidden book to him, after all /,
he could not interpret beyond the limits his
own heart had reached, aud he dreamed not
Of the dizzy sweep hers could take.
Shall offer you the hand as we'll as the
heart of pennies advenlurer, as your adj
mrabe father would style me, for worse
rather than better or
Enough she exclaimed | am gen
erals grand child do not make his blood
boil IA my veins for shame that have for
gotten IT, Go gain name aud a fortune
Be happy-be great But If you forget,
Edmund . here the strange low tone came
back Suddenly sweeping the brads FROM
her forehead, she SAID, vehemenily-
DO YOU know what il Is 90 be Forgotten,
Edmund p
Do you know what ii is to douJt, Az
ne he answered IA a tone, half tender, hall
severe
70 be forgotten she repeated. 1t is
to dier
Oh hush, lovel Why. one would think
that We were making our eternal adieu.--
Have YOU one atom of belief IN The comnu-
mon Of kindred souls-oue atom Of trust IN
me, Anne It's litlle thing that So many
paltry miles will be between rs, when
Ii Is not little thing she exclaimed
rising before him, and clasping her white
hands until the nails crushed the quiyering
flesh.
1t Is not little thing, Edmo"d, ,ha'
YOU have made all existence a blank to me
but YOURSELF that YOU have brought me /,
live only in your presence that YOU have
bound up my life IN your heart, and are
carrying IT DER ocean aud continent No
no @ she continued, take your eye of
niue What have YOU spell-bound me tc
) say, while scorn my very sell for the say
ing A! Leave ne I"
la few minutes, Anne, aud for long
years perhaps, he replied seriously. Shall
We part before strangers
One moments struggle, and the barrier
of pride was over-swept by the Wild heart
waves. She leaned her head on his shout.
ders, sobbing like terrified. trusting child
Tie words whispered in those moments
were only for the souls that drank them IN
Annes sobs grew quiet at last, aud she
raised her tcar-hooded face, subdued anc
lrustlul.
Edmund's ever-watchful eve gave one
glance TO her dlsarranged toilette
My dear, your ruff viii be telling a tai,
that the winds should not whisper lie muir
T INJURED with 4 smile, pointing to the warning
hand of his repeater.
Anne gathered all the old pride back IN
10 her eye IN twInkling, raised her un
trembling hands to her head, aud smoothec
her ruliled plumage; then, swan-lke, she
settled upon the embroidered sofa, aud re-
opened her forgotten book.
- shall write very soon after ! reach Pa
rIs, Edmund went on 10 say. Can you
secure letter, safely ?
Oh, yes, Anne answered eagerly; bu
the blood mounted To her forehead at the
implied confession of manGuvrlng.
Then, Anne, he began, warmly, bat
she raised her hand, with quick terror
5odiHg gesture
There, there hush =
The rushing of a silk dress in the ada
cent hall. though faint as the sigh OF a
, zephyr over the autumn corn, struck on heT
listening ear like the death knell of dreams.
The ever selipossessed teacher raised has
pencil professionally, and was voclteratIng
/ a French word with perfect sang irold, as
the door opened to a dowager-looking ell
der sister She swept IN, dropping state
ly courtesy through her swlnglug-hoop N
acknowledgement of the extremely ceremo-
Gus inclination of the young foreigner
head. She looked gaunt and grim, like a
generatlon-old picture escaped from It's
irame-the more so that her hair was drawn
tightly back TO the summit of her head, over
the organ of sell-esteem,' as phrenologlsis
fix IL, aud that chain of massive gold beads
An heirloom of ages gone by-girt her
bare throat.
Good afternoon, sir, she said III pat
ronizing tone. | understand from my Sis
ter that you intend leaving town tomorrow,
SIR
'Oui, Mademoisele, sans doute'
What, sir ? inquired the lady, lifting
her eyebrows a little.
/ MIlle-that rs, one thousand pardons,
Mademoiselle that wishes to say-certaln-
ly. will depart tomorrow
II was polite whIm of Edmund DIS To
affect as slight knowledge as possible of the
English language when conyersIng with his
patrons. Perhaps he felt that there was
little besides his accent and Idlom 10 mar K