The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1856-12-17

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Happy, my dear Mrs. Irving. what
strange question Why of course
she is what could a reasonable being
desire more to make her harpy9 Her
home is beautiful the house is a perfect
gem, and SO elegantly furnished and
then the grounds are so beautifully laid
out; you know Frod has so much taste.
The carriage and horses arc magnificent
quite the most splendid turnout in
NJ, | can assure you. AID Helen
is so brilliant, you have no idea what a
sensation her beauty is creating she is
quite the rage, really Happy why,
Mrs. Irving, think Helen greatly to be
enyicd"
So ratified on the gay young girl who
it with the beautiful bride Of Fred Stan
ley in her new and elegant home. But
the glowing colors in which she painted
Helen did not fully satisfy Mrs. Irving,
who in spite Of her ambitious views for
her daughter had still mothers heart
And now that Helen had sacrificed her.
self to her parents wishes and married
"
she did not love, there came often to the
mothers heart the question, Is she
hapry?' which no knowledge of the
beauties and laxurics by which she was
surrounded; or the case ard the elegance
Of the life she might lead could It'll.
The prospects frightened in the quiet
country home that Helen had left The
hpa oh nf bo tbot h.
threatened bcr father with ruin was
lightened, and he wes himself again, the
kind and cheerful husband, full of san.
guine hopes for the future Franky,was
most happy by the promotion to high
or school, and surrounded with every ad.
vantage that his active intellect might
crave. But, as months passed by, aud
Helen's letters spoke only of the gaiety
Of her outer life, and nothing was going
on within her heart, still to Mrs. Irving.
as Sic sat i'll her quiet sitting'room,
where she so sadly missed the cheerful
healthy spirit Of her only daughter came
the question. now burdcned with sad
ycarniugs, rs she barpyY" The prom
isod visit homo was posi- iponed from time
to time by some slight excuse Fred
didn't like tho country; or Fred wish
Cd her to spend few weeks at Sarato
ga. Helen wrote :-'Pcrhars after that
she might come tor how could she
write that her husband was ashamed of
her country relations, or tha. she could
meet the reproof she merited in the
calm sad gaze Of the young clergyman,
George Mcrryl? Thus months passed
by, Helen's letters grew less frequent.
while her mothers quick eye detected
the effort with which they we're written
to detect the sadness on her heart
FIRED was dining at the club - or Fred
wos eore out with party of gay young
men on fishing excursion" by aud
by the letters ceased altogether A
month had passed, and no word fom
Helen her mothers restless anxiety
knew no bounds, till one morning an en-
vclope was placed in her hands, with the
familiar writing again, and in few hur-
ricd words Helen claimed her mothers
sympathy with her new-found joy. The
long pcnt-up fountains of her love gush
ed forth, and her sad heart wound itself
with passionate idolatry around her
child. Fred, too. was fond and proud of
lis 'son aud heir" as the child gave
promise Of uncommon beauty and the
forced gaiety Of tho wife gavo place to
the earnest, faiILfpl. and fondue.s of the
mother.
Now, JUDGED must 20 to her." said
Mrs Irving, as she read the words Of
wild and fearful agony with which Hell.
en- wrote of the dangerous illness Of her
idoizcd darling. Three days later she
crossed for the first time, the threshold
OF her daughters beautiful home. It's OPP
pressive stiffness seemed nigh chrusling
her The servants hushed their foot.
falls on the stairs the doors were softly
closed as il fcarful of disturbing the l.t-
tie sleeper above. In the Cofgeously
furnished parlors, brilliant flowers droop.
cd in costly vases, and their snowy col
ors, rich perfume, wi,hored and died
neglected, In an upper room, whore
the lightcst foot sank deep into soft rich
carpets the faint light struggled through
the close blinds, dropping curtains, and
here, amid the rare collections from for.
eign lands, the costly books, the rich
paintings the precious gems Of art most
perfect, there lay the fair rouuGed form
which the angle.spirit that bad been lieut.
to give it light for brief month had
been called back to Heaven. There
were no tears i'll the large wild eyes that
Helen raised to her mothers face as shc
stood beside her, aud bending over kiss
cd the cold brow of the unconcious slee.
per. There was no quivering Of tightly
compressed lips, no, relaxing of the pale
rigid face that kept watch beside her
idol There was something fearful in
this unnatural calmncss; and with ten
der yearning, Mrs. Irving passed her
arms around her daughter hnd murmur-
ed loveipgly, My child, my, child !" A
slight shudder passed through Helen's
frame aud, raising her eyes again with
that strange wild look to her mothers
face she said, 10 a voice whose low hol-
low tone of agony pierced her mothers
heart - MoIher, l have no tears my
heart is turned to stone. With the
same careful calmness she watched them
lay her beautiful treasure in his narrow