Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1856-11-06
she was about.

she was about"
"Eva-Miss Gray" almost sobbed
poor Paul, ''for our sakes control vonr-
self. lou do not know what anguish
You are causing us"
y blush of gratified vanity came on
Eva's cheek; bat she did not stop her
tears for all tkat indeed her sobs be-
came more by "rical, as Maud was keen
enough to notice, though her head was
turned from the group. She was search
ing among collection of queer vases
and bottles, stuffed birds: quaint boxes.
charms, amulets, and heap of Jewels
flung carelessly together; and now she
held in her hand strip oflinen. curious.
y marked along and across with foreign
characters, in purple, and blue, and
scarlet; and she held also a case. of no
manufacture of this time or country.
shining with various hues curiously
blended; like an opal, but coarscr She
looked back, raising her eyes to the ag-
itated face of the artist, and rs she look
ed, mingled expression of contempt
and pity came into her eyes, and then a
look of sorrow, and then look of love.
"a sprain is not dangerous, Paul
Desprez,' she said coldly. ga woman
of my race would laugh at such trihe
as has caused Miss Eva those bitter
tears, and you such bitter anguish. A
child of my race would make play of
hurt no worse than this, and not even
the most devoted heart among our men
- Well, the black blood of the gip-
sy must needs be something different to
your fair blooas, and am well content
it should be So" This was said in a
low tone, moro as if she was speaking
to herself than to an audience. Come,
Miss Eva" she then added, authoritive-
ly, dry up your eyes. You are making
them red and ugly"
''insolent." muttered Horace.
"Cnfeeling." said Eva, half aloud.
"Wha blindness and what coldness!"
thought Paul
Maud did not speak. Something
stole up into her face-an undeinable
expression Of intensest feeling Her
great ewes looked moist and loving. but
oh, so sad. and once she raised them
heavily to Paul's face, and then she
dropped them on the ground musingly,
us one measuring sisters wealth by
her own poverty.
Eva dried her tears with frightened
glance, fascinated and subdued; while
Maud folded back the dainty cuff of
snowy linen, and bathed that tender
wrist i'll a white, creamy substance,
which dropped in large masses, soft and
sweet, from the curious old opaline bot
tie. She then bound up the wrist and
hand in her strip of linen, and fastened
all together with golden thread.
'Now You may all go home," she said
quietly. "The ointment and the linen
are both magic, Eva, and YOU will be
well tomorrow. BY the time the
thrushes begin to sing in the evening,
you may ride the bay mare right into
I the heart of the Hollow. So YOU see,
Master Horace, witches may Re of use
sometimes; and if bcwitched the bay
mare, as you both think, out Of revenge
| for Your impertinence this morning, |
| have healed the hurt | caused, at very
little trouble or cost; and perhaps given
YOU both useful lesson" she added,
with low laugh.
Thank you, Maud" said Eva, toss
ing her head, But / would rather be
without your lessons, if they are to come
in the shape Of falls, fainting fits and
sprains."
''Ohr' said Maud coldly, "you are
such a feather-head, it is necessary to
give YOU severe experience, if one
gives you any at all.
Eva was very angry. She flung her.
self off the couch with the gesture Of a
petted child, red and pouting. AS she
raised her head, ali her fair hair fell
binding into her blue eyes; at this mo-
mcnt she looked lovely. Her crimson
cheeks, her pouting lips, a trife thick
and full, her golden hair in long waving
masses over her shoulders, and yelling
her broad white forehead and large
blue eyes; her graceful figure, supple
and well developed; all formed lovely
picture, which none could help admir-
ing.
They all left the cottage-Eva ming
ling sarcasm with her thanks; Horace
lordly and innocent; and Paul taking
about as much thought of Maud as OF
the cricket chipping on her floor; but
his Indifference, at least, had nothing
brutal and wounding in it, and Maud
was grateful for even that small measure
of human recognitiOn--so far had inius-
tice and injury tanned proud and impa-
tient spirit.
CoScLUDKD NEXT WEEK.