Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-02-05
THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1852.

ty Of the true Frenchman at pleasure; but
in his earnest movements he was always the
cool, cautious and mpulsiye German.
What senseless iargon exclaimed Miss
X, contemporary. Anne, ! hope you
have had enough of it,"
'Mais but Mademoiselle, ! pray your
pardons la angue Francaise--the tongue
Freuch-is supposed TO be the mos, polite,
the most belle, in lie beau monde. Made
moiselle your sister, | have pleasure and
pride to say, that she speaks 1t already like
one Parislenne.'
fear the teachers conscience was some
what compromised in paying this compli-
ment, for, as before limited, Anne's progress
in one French verb had been much more
rapid and thorough than in any Of the other
mysteries of the language.
Monseer is pleased to latter the young
LADY, returned the stately sister carelessly.
May inquire at what hour you will wait
on us in the morning
/ will have the pleasure TO make my
adieux at the hour ten, if II please Monsieur,
your father, because la yoIture-the public
carrlage-shall depart at eleven
Very well. sir; bring your bill your
salary will be IN readiness
Your hour is up, Anne, surely Come
with me, | want a thread of yellow-brown
from your embroidery box, for the darkest
shade IN Desdemonas hair There your
frame has stood six days without stitch
1t will run less risk of being neglected now +,
| hope, that this ouilandlsh business is fair
ly over
Anne arose mechanically, and slowly fol-
lowed her sister to the door Just before
reaching ii. she turned for one look aud one
word spoken more to the eye than the ear,
distinct only to him whom she was leaving.
1t was Remember
Edmund raised his hand solemnly to his
lips and lifted hiss eyes To Heaven ia mute
oath of fidelity. Aud thus-they parted.
CHAPTER II.
There is pleasant manufacturing village
not many miles from the old mansion that
was Anne KS home. a miniature uver,
the merry s., tumbles unsteady among
the rocks, that seem To have been flung into
lis channel by some old man of the noun
tains, tail it finally cieayes the ledge, and
bounding over crescent precipce OF solid
granite, almost loses Itself among the boul-
ders and messy lslets beneath. The banks
below are two steep, solid masses of rock,
over whose edges nod scrub oaks and Nhor-
tleberry bushes. At this day YOU would be
dazzled by the glare of high red walls above
them; for the manufacturing interest has
planted ITS foot firmly there, and water
wheels of "A Unitarian age whiz aud wnrl
ia the very arms of the beautiful crescent
cascade But forty wears ago, before Art
had discovered the spot, Nulare was there
alone. To be sure there was little settle
ment-a village, IT tavern, store and post
once mlght Oe allowed ,t.e,r --.-,-,..,--y ,,r..-
rogatlye OF constituting a village. But ihC
few houses beside were scattered 50 widely
about, aud the place was SO innocent Of al
parade or enterprise, that II scarcely seemed
reused from tie simplicity Of It's prulint
wood.
1t was NOvember-ihe month that opens
most brilliantly on the New England hills
but, long ere departing, rends ITS robe o.
richness asunder, and scatters its myriad
fragments to the northeastern winds. The
hectic of the forest had already given place
to the decay II too surely BODIED. Softly the
Indian summer had whispered to the few
lingering, dying flowers, the hope OF a glad
waking beneath brighter sky, aud fled IL
his praire-nook in the sheltered West
1t was the dismal afternoon of stormy
day cloud-caps, heavy with mist, hung
gloomlly on every hll-,op, aud the shifting
winds, moaning and whooping through the
valley gorges, drove baualions of walery
spectres hlther aud thither at their will
Damp, chill, and cherries, the night was
corning on, hard on the steps of MONDAY
A ruder blast than usual dashed the honey
suckle vine against The small, square WIN
dow of the dlngy hlle post office on the
hillside, and startled the bal-headed post
master from puzzling over the last month {
register. lie looked up, peered out and a
bout, and then thrust his stump OF quill
behind his right ear 10 muse.
| hope she won't come to-day he be-
gau, half to himself, half to his help-meet
who sat in the lighlest corner of the office,
turning monotonouS flax wheel with he.
busy foot.
! hope she won't come through all this
driving storm for nothing
What's that Whol' asked his wife
but half cumprehendlng.
Who but Major Ks Anne-she that has
come every living day to this counter, for
two months, as regular as the mail bag. It's
all the same To her, II seems, ram or shlhe
aud am afraid it'll be all the same Cor ma
ny q day, more's the pity
Heaven help the poor, young thing re-
piled his wife; IT'S some trouble that's
wearing upon her heart like, ye may be sure,
John. Bless ye, she come driving through
the storm to-day, and she is so pale and all
in We needn't keep looking
Hush, you IFS her Own SELF Whisper
cd the old man, deprecalingy, as a hooi-
fail struck on his ear and in moment IA
bay pony. with its rider dashed down past
the little window, its drenched name drip
ping TO the grass.
Too bad, the good man exclaimed,
starting from his high stool I'll meet her
at the door, poor thing, that she needn't
light in all this mud
But before he could hobble half way to
the door, It was thrown open, aud a burst
of cold storm-drops ushered in Anne X
Was 1t she, with cheeks so pale and sunken
from their summer beauty, with those large,
unnatural luslrous eyes, each of which, in
that moment, seemed in itself a whole world
of souls . Truly strange spell had sha-
ken her ~ It's grasp