Eastern times. [volume] (Bath, Me.) 1846-1857, 1856-01-24

paniOnS, who felt mucn Tor her, used their ut-
most efforts to assist her. The weary hours
passed on; we leave them 10 their task, and
return to our fashionable beauty.
Extended on a sofa in richly y-furnished
bedroom, reclined the lady. At short dis
tance. from her sat her mother, mending some
fine lace. 'What do you intend wearing this
evening, Rose!' she said, addressing her
daughter.
Il have ordered new dress for the occa-
sion.'
"a new dress, Rose, Why, you extrava-
giant girl, your closet is full of-beautifnl dress
es.'
Yes, know that, but I've worn them all.
and am tired of Them ALL And then, there
was such beauty of gauze at Stewards,
that believe should have bought it, even if
did not want it for tonight
'And when did you give the dress TO be
made up, you naughty girl 7 said the mother,
gazing admiringly on the beautiful face of her
daughter.
/ went to Mrs. Bennett this morning. She
grumbled, to be sure but then never listen
TO that class Of people. What are they fit for,
if they cannot make dress at the time one
most wants it! am sure they charge enough
TO have one ready on shorter notice than
gave Mrs. Bennett this morning
Is it to be large party, Rosel'
No, but very select That French girl,
Mademoiselle de Montmorerci, is to be there,
of whom | have heard so much. The men
are all crazy about her. l am determined she
shall not outvie me in dress, and as for beauty
The young lady added no more, but cast a
complaisant glance at large mirror opposite
her.
Well, Rose, | hope you may enjoy your
self. But one thing my daughter-I must in
sist upon your not flirting so much with young
Barton. He is poor-a mere merchant S
clerk-has family of pretty sisters who are
unprovded for, and is in every respect de-
cided detrimental
'Psha, mother!' said Rose, contemptuous-
ly, 'do you think there is any danger Of my
falling in love with Barton!'
No, my dear, no danger of your falling in
love but it will prove a heart-breaking busi-
ness for him, poor fellow. And then, young
Merser, the millionaire, is Barton's particular
friend, and | would not have you offend bin,
on any account
Well, well, [ promise, said Rose, impa-
tiently; but she felt slight twinge of con-
science, as she reflected how much she had
encouraged the ardent, agreeable young man.
But Rose never troubled herself long with any
disagreeable reflections and rising from her
sofa, she commenced humming an opera tune,
as she took out various trifes from her bureau
for her evening costume.
Wearily and painfully passed the hours
with poor Ellen. The waller in the pitcher
grew so warm that she could not drink it, and
her hand trembled so that she could not drop
her medicine. She grew hourly more fever
ish; and, oh how she longed for some of the
tempting peaches she knew were exposed al
the shop window of the very building in which
she lay. She turned restlessly from side to
side. 'Will the sun never set Z she said,
looking towards the window.
At last, wearied out, the sufferer slept
She dreamed that she wandered in beautiful
garden, where flowers and fruits grew in pro.
fusion She inhaled the perfumed air, ant
gathered eagerly the grateful fruits, and q
thrill OF ecstacy shot through her frame. She
walked on erect and strong, and the sorrows
of her lot were forgotten. The birds were
pouring forth their song, and all nature re-
loced She woke with sudden start The
sun had gone down. She must have slept
for some hours. She felt very weak and Ian
guild but she knew. from the gray aspect o.
the room, that the hour for Fanny's return
was soon at hand. She waited patiently, bu
sensation of sinking gradually stole over her
A clammy dew stood on her brow she was
too feeble to wipe it off, and an icy chill crep
over her.
'Oh, my God, is it even so! Am to di,
alone-all alone! Fanny, dearest Fanny
why do you not come to me Z she murmureC
wildly.
| A slight spasm convulsed her features, ant
when the moon rose and shed its beams on tn,
couch, its pale light fell on the features of
corpse. The trials and suferlngs of the youn,
taioress were at an end
There, Fanny, the dress is now done, an
Mrs. Bennett says that you must carry
home
'Oh, dear, Miss Jones, pray let some on
else CO. Indeed, indeed, l must go now i
Ellen. She has been expecting me thes
three hours, and she is so ILL.,
Il told Mrs. Bennett so, Fanny, but sh
said you alone were expert enough TO alte
the dress, if required; SO you must co.
Looks of Indignation were exchanged amon
the girls, as poor Fanny meekIy put on he
hat and shawl, and with tears fast runnin
down her face, took the bandbox in her hand
1t was within quarter of nine, and the lady
residence was full three miles from the shor
Wearied and agiiated. Fanny moved throug