The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1854-11-04


had loved and the father she had lost
This young girl leading the secluded life
of foreign dansel; seeing no one but her
faithful English nurse and the various mis-
t-esses of such accomplishments as her father
had desired her y learn and her own artistic
taste had directed her to her full heart year
ming for love and sympathy and companion
ship; her imagination filled with great Wis
ions of her mothers home, Of that large,
strong England. %ha-; voice sounded through
the whole world, and sons held SWAY in every
quarter of the globe: This young girl stored
up large treasures Of poetry and affection. all
the purcr because Of their depth, all the more
cn''urin" because of their music
Mrs. Malahide lived at Brighton in pref
ty, little house on the sca-shorc, occnnvnc
herself with the education of her four ,lauch
tcrS - her only son was at Cambridge - in
quite natural ami un-Evcrctt fashion. Not
that she was wholly natural either for in
hcrted reserve and early education were too
strong to he set aside, even by the frcer life
She had led since her marriage. There were
still traces of the Green Grove in the precise,
slow manner in which she spoke, and in the
s;tl hand held out Ike clel. bar of iron,
which formed the chief characteristic of the
Everett world. But she wa. good creature
at heart and had been softcncd, first bv love
and then by sorrow, into more real amiabilty
than her rigid manners would lead one to
believe
1t was to Mrs. Malahile that all Estcllas
feelings turned She knew the secret Of
her birth, poor child: an! though too i.no-
rant Of the world to understand it in all its
social bearing. vet she was aware that a stain
OF some Kind rested on her, which made her
grateful for any love Us tor Al act of con,Ic-
Srrn>ion.
She knew that her fathers family had dis
owned her. and that the very woman who had
lived on her fathers bounty and who now
expected to live on hers. had written in a let
ter to her lawyers thus: NO one can feel
more strongly than the sin and shame which
the existence Of Miss Fav', daughter entails
INTO our family: for the sake Of nv children
trust that she may continue the allowance
made to me by my brother in repara;ion Of
my fathers injustice, and that liz so doing She
w. Il not consider she is cons:.--;n, /" -" III.
Inn. 50, ,nly doing her inty in repairing. 50 far
as She can. the wrong which her birth has
done to us all
But although E>iela knew that these were
the proud and hostile feelings with which the
whole Everett world regarded her, vet, as
She used TO say TO herself, whom else had she
to love whom else to benefit Her father
had left her his fortune and his name she
must see the old Hall at Green Grove; she
must some day 90 down there as mistress sole
and unaccountalIr. of all the farms and lands
around, and. Ito what they would. they could
not keep it secret from the world that Jacob
Everett ha! left bis property and his name TO
the cllIld of his unmarried wife. She pit!rI
them: she would have P!;icd them more had
She understood the matter more: but size
knew OF nothing better to do than to win
their love and conquer their esteem, and so
Al. b.,u e., 81, IL
wrong towards them
She therefore determined 10 60 to Br;.h-
ton, where she knew Mrs MaIalhlc resided:
to find some means of introduction to her :;
and she said, looking on the waters Of the
.Adriatic, force her aunt to respect, and in the
end acknowlc'l &c her. The scheme was rO
mantle enough; hut it did not promise badly.
E>tclla and Betty Thornc left beautiful Italy,
and went, in the dull autumn months, to Bri.h-
ton.
1t took a little time before she and her
faithful nurse settled themselves, and then a
little time longer before she discovered Mrs.
MaIahilc's address. Then she had to make
her plans and determine on the point of at
tack for a thing of such gravity, she thought
was not to he brought about in hurry. She
felt frightened, now that the time really came
when she was to see ard bc seen by her ia
Tiers family aud sLc almost wished she had
remained III Italy,
She felt strange, too, in England. Every
thin" was cold and formal. The language
sounded harsh, spoken all round her with
"ruil, rough voices. and un-race.ul accents :
the houses looked small and mean after the
glorious marble palaces Of Italy, and the pco-
pie were strangely dressed in shabby array
dirty bonncts in place Of the white veil of
Genoa the simple flower of the Mcditcrranc-
an peasant, and the picturesque hcad-drc<<es
of Italy; trailing gowns, with tIounces drag
ging in the mud, worn by women, who in her
own country, would have been dressed in
peasants costume, graceful and distinctive
all was so strange that Estela felt lost and
miserable, and wished herself back among the
orange trees again, far away from the land
with which she had not learnt to be familiar
and whose industrial grandeur seemed to .li
minish as she approached it. For real mag
ination does not 90 very far in daily life
At last, Estclla took heart and courage
and one day boldly went to Mrs. Malahilc'
house. She Knocked at the door, which a
prim. neat-lookins servant girl opened. To
her inquiry if Mrs Maahile was in her own
housc,-for Estela did not speak English
with perfect knowledge Of its idioms
scrxaut with z Lroa,l Stare said .ros .uue