The Georgetown news., 1856-02-21

apply Tor the remittance had sent her from
the land OF gold suggested the idea that per-
hapS my letters to her had not been re-
ceived; and if hers had failed, why might
not those L had written to Julia have
shared the same fate? Still [ cannot and
will not doubt the constancy of my dear
Julia. AS for my travelling companion, he
is probably some relative. Who knows but
he may be some cousin-in law, or uncle'in
law, or some other future relative.
"May | inquire, sir, if you are related to
Squire Ellmore's family was the next
query.
RELATED! oh, no, sir, not at all; I am
merely an acquaintance. l am expected
there this evening. l promised Miss Ell
more | would come without fail"
This answer only increased my agitation,
but fearing lest should betray my feel
ings, | leaned my head on my hands, and
ielgned fatigue. The more | reflected on
the subject, the frmer hold did the "green
eyed monster" gain over me. Still l de-
termlned that l would not thus distrust my
Julia. Perhaps, thought l, this fellow is
only a conceited coxcomb, and wishes to
pass himself off as an accepted lover.
raised my head, and assuming jocular
tone, asked my companion if he thought
Miss Elmore really handsome?
a will leave you to judge for yourself" !"
said he, "as [ happen to have fac simile of
herself with me-" Saying this he drew
forth neat gold locket from his vest and
| handed it to me.
Heavens! how the blood rushed to my
face. 1t was my last parting gift to Julia.
took it in my hand-I knew it well. 1t
was double case and | remembered that
my own miniature had been set in the re-
verse. After gazing a moment at Julia s
we'll known face, [ turned the locket, OPEN
ed the opposite side, and found it empty.
How l managed to keep my temper l
know not, but | returned the locket to nv
companion and became comparatively calm
just as we stopped in front of Squire Ell
more's residence. Julia was seated on the
verandah in front of the dwelling, and as
my companion alighted l heard the excla-
nation "he's cOme!' fall from her lips.
What a change had the last hour wro't
in my feelings! Had not the incidents
above mentioned transpired, should have
fastened to embrace her whom had hth-
erto supposed model of constancy. As it
was, [ thanked my stars that [ had learned
her perfdy in time to save myself the NOR
tIticatiOn that might otherwise have ensued
My reflections were now interrupted by
| a request on the part of my companion that
l would alight from the coach, while he
should take roll of canvass from beneath
my seat. l complied, taking especial care,
however, not to be observed by the perfdi-
Gus Julia. But as i'll luck would have it,
Squire Ellmore's gardener saw and recog-
nized me, and at the same time exclaimed
"Here, Julia! good news! George H
has come"
Confound the fellows impudence! I could
have strangled him. turned to regain my
seat in the vehicle, but in an instant Julia
had flown to my side, thrown her arms
around my neck and almost smOthered me
with kisses! l was thunderstruck
"Why, Julia--what means-indeed
Miss" said | hesitating and stammering,
"you forget you had friend and visitor
present"
Julia blushed and turned to my compan-
ion:
"Y ou will pardon such manifestation in
your presence, Mr.. Martin, when l inform
you that this is George H, the original
Of the portrait I ademployed you to paint"
l comprehended in an instant. Mr.. Mar
tin was only an artist, who had been en-
trusted with my miniature to transfer
copy on canvass, and that he might better
accomplish his design, it had been tempo
rarily taken from the locket. l soon ac-
companied the party into the house, and as
the canvas was unrolled and | beheld my
own self faithfully represented thereon, l
confess that all my jealousy, like Bob
Acres courage, oozed out at the end of my
fingers.
Instead of feeling any i'll will towards my
fellow traveller, [ complimented him highly
on his professional skill, and, at his request,
gave him a good recommendation to the
public in general, and my friends in partic-
ular.
Just one week from that day, Miss Julia
Gilmore became Mrs. George H, and
since that time we have had more than one
hearty laugh at my jealous Indignation to-
ward a poor innocent portrait painter.