The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1856-09-24

departure but | am bic to take care
of myself, and | am confident you mean
no wrong
So saying, the lady resumed her walk.
and accompanied her. She had that
subdued, sweet manner, which implies a
| latent grief Our conversation fell upon
obvious topics, but in all she said there
was a maidenly wisdom which was no
less new than fascinating. do not very
distinctly remember what We said 1t
was that glapcing talk by the way, of
which the spirit the tone, and the feel,
ing are so much moro than the words
will not say | fell in love, but walk
ed into it, as if l had been shod with
the seven leaguo-boots' Our walk was
| like warm day in winter-like a sum-
mcr week in the country to tired plod.
der among law books. She knew the
poetry Of the poets loved, the music of
the composers most dear to mo. But in
all she said, and ia all ! asked, there
was no allusion to her situation in life
nothing which Informed with whom |
was speaking.
Suddenly sho paused before the door
Of small house in poor street. There
was sign under the front windows
Madame Beigno dc Pomme, milliner,
from Pors' She went up the steps,
leaving me standing upon the sidewalk
L thank you for very plcasont walk
said she, as she rang the bell
Is this your home 2 inquired T.
Yes, fer the present. answered she.
You are a millincr p
ain milliucr'
You are not Madame dc Pommc D
| am not Madame de Pommc.'
1t was evident that sho did not choose
to be questioned further in that dircc-
ton, and [ said no more.
Will you allow me to come and see
you sometimes p | asked.
She did not Immediately answer. but
stood looking on the ground aud think
ing at length she said:
Mr.. Cranberry, am qnite alone in
this town; in fact. [ have scarcely a
friend. You will understand therefore,
how easy it is for people to speak i'll of
me. If | consent to see you, | shall do
so at a great sacrifice. 1t is wicked
world she continued, that will not let
me see a friend, without slandorng my
reputation. But If you will sometimes
come to see me, | shall no; hesitate to
receive you
She said this with a firm emphasis. as
if forcing down the suggestions Of timid.
ity and pride.
Good morring, Mr.. Cranberry said
she, as she left me-
Andrew Cranberry, attorney .at,law.
went down to his Office and did very
confused days work | do not think he
said anything to anybody that lol not
the s;rictest relation to business. In
the intervals of work he looked into the
little court beneath bis window, in which
the prospect consisted of the iron shut.
ters and dingy brick wall Of the shops
opposite, aud where the sunshine looked
ralc, ard sichly, and dead and saw
nothing there but June days in pleas
ant country, with broad acres Of wild
flowers, and waving grain, and the edges
of green woods, and gentle lawn slop-
ing to river. He saw a house, too. as
he looked into the dead sunlight of the
/ court, an easv, rambling country house
with veraudah, and jasmine wreathirg
! the columns aud flowers in the windows
/ Upon the lawn, as he still looked in tho
soitest of summer days, sat figure quiet
/ ly sewing. and he thought he heard the
muimur of low song. If the deep dark
eyes of that figure had ever been sad,
they were so no louger,-if the sweet
and noble manner had ever seemed to
belray habit Of grief, it had utterly
I lost it now,-there was pure summer
in the Sky, summer on the landscape,
summer in those eyes. and in the repose
Of that figure But even while he gazod,
two or three smaller figures came bound
ing up the lawn from the river, with a
huge shaggy black Newfoundland dog.
He was sure he heard tho loud and hap
shouts of childron,-he was sure the fc-
ure, quietly working, raised the black
eyes not surprised, but with Tranquil
aud maternal delight --and, widest Wis
lou of all, be was sure that in the win
dow Of library, opening upon the
garden, aud watching that group with
eyes moist with happiness, stood in a
loose coat aud slippers, and leaning a
gains; the side Of the window, aud lean.
ing against the side Of the window, with
his forcfnger in a book, Andrew Gran
berry. attoruey-atlaw. And as he look
ed into that pale, sickly sunshine Of tho
court, lie was sure he heard that figure
speak to the lady and say
Never, believe me,
Appear the mmortals,
Never aloncP
Whether all this had anything to dc
with a certain card that was ordered tC
be engraved within six months of the
day that the veil was picked up, is Gu
rious inquiry. That card ran thus -
Mr.. and Mrs. Andrew Cranberry
The Richmond Enquirer gloats over
the anticipated destruction of the Free
State men in Kansas. in the following
words
"The timely action Of the President
has Disconnected these plans, and put q
new face on affairs. The army is still
on foot in Kansas, aud we are glad 70 see
that Col Summer, the Abolition com
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