The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1855-05-10
CHAPTER III

CHAPTER III -.
" Well, Hal, what's your line of action
now :" said an exquisite Of the Farm
tosh school, to his fellow -classmate, our
old friend Harry, the day after they had
both graduated from college.
"Oh, I'm going to study law, get
received to the bar, and then / shall 90
to Europe"
why don't you travel first ; I am
going to-"
"Well you're welcome to it, for all I
care. prophecy, though it will ride
you to destruction in less than no time"
"That don't trouble me, as long as
there's any money left, and the governors
got plenty. / shall help te spend it
he can't do the thing properly himself !"
and the young dandy, Howard Otis,
lighted another Havana, and adjusted
his elegant person in an attitude Of re-
pose.
"What promising young man you
are, Howard--you'll be an honor to your
country yet" said Harrison ,sarcastically
'' But come, take yourself off--I'm no,
going to stand half dozen more cigars
faugb you could cut the smoke with q
knife"
well, you're queer fellow, to tel
friend to leave in this way!
Harry laughed his old laugh of mer-
riment.
"Wcll, you're a queer fellow to come
into my sanctum and smoke when you
know | detest it; and as for your being
my friend, don't know about that l
rather think if | should suddenly become
penniless, and look seedy and shabby,
you'd cut me. Come, isn't it so 10
Howard Otis was too lazy as well as
too cowardly to wish to quarrel with
such spirited young fellow as Harrison
Dudley, who, besides was millionaire s
son. So he went to the mirror, brushed
his hair, stroked his moustache, and
bade Harry good morning, saying, as he
went out -
s | shall meet you at the opera to-
night, suppose-you know who is
going to sing!"
"Confounded puppy !" calculated
Harry as he threw up the windows and
flung the ends of cigars into the street,
" guess my pictures and curtains will
look WE'LL" and to smooth his ruffled
temper, he took up the morning paper,
which his unwelcome visitor had 0etain-
ed him from reading. Suddenly his
eyes lighted with recollection and pleas
ure. lie was reading the notice of the
new singer, and the remembered name
Of Trifeleti brings nearly forgotten
reminiscence to his mind. "Who knows
but this Miss Dayburp may be little
Agnes Day. Tritelleti would be sure
to Italianize her name as much as possi-
bic. l wonder where they are staying
but it would lie absurd to 90 upon sup
position I'll wait till tonight; six
years cannot have changed her so much
but what shall know her." And at s
an early hour he took his seat beside his I
mother, in their box, without whispering
q word to her Of his surmise.
The curtain rose, and ushered in by &
Trifelleti comes the star of the night, '
who has European fame to recommend a
ler. 1t was Agnes Day-he knew her s
n moment, though the figure before f
him was woman's form Of noble pre- u
ence. There was the same expression,
! little saddened and subdued, the same .
,rown hair and darkl;ng eyes. He could v
Ilmost think it was the same dress she S
yore at his festival, for it was nothing S
n the world but white muslin, and the v
lowers that decorated her, looked pre- b
isly like the very posies he had bar u
aimed for. Her masters prediction s.
Vas fulfilled, and the fashionable pub n
ic's expectations fully realizcd-she d
ang diviuely and with all his merry
un twinkling in his eyes, the young n
nan turned to his mother in the inter- b
,ission, and said gaily = "
"That's my protege, mother, that O
tile brown Agnes Day, whom you