The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1857-12-25

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for the first time as he knew well. =
"When-we grow rich, it shall be set il
gold and garnets. and will wear It eve
ry time my husband ceases to remember
the days when he first taught me to love
him, aud in loving him, to love oil that
was noble in man." s..- ....
. And then Norman--.i But / do not
see that have any business to reveal fur
ther.
! did not attain to the honor Of gold
and garnets, and, formed into bracelet
| figured many a time on the fair arm ol
Jean Bethune, who, when the people jes.
ted With her for the excentricity Of wear.
ing her own likeness, laughed, and said,
that she did indeed love the self that her
husband loved, for his sake. So years
went by, until f;,irct thingstllan bracelets
adorned the arm. Of the painters wife
and she came to see her own likeness in
dcarer types than my poor ivory. Sober
rnamcnts-myself among tlcrest-wcrc
slowly put by, and at last used to lie
for months untouched, save by the tiny
baby fingers, which now and then poked
i.4to the caskct to see "mamma's picture"
At length there came change In my
destiny. 1t was worked by ono Of those
glandest of rcvolutionists-a young lady
entering her teens.
"Mamma, what is the use Of that ugly
bracelet!" had one day. Give me the
miniature to have made into broacll.
am sixteen-quite old enough to wear
one, and it will bc so nice to have the
likeness Of my own mamma"
Mrs. Bethunc could refuse nothing to
her eldest daughter-her hopc-her com.
fort-hcr sisterlke companion. So, with
many an anxious charge concerning me,
was dcspatchedto the jewelers.. | hate
to be touched BY strangers, and during
the whole time Of my sojoun, at the jew
elcr's | shut up my powers Of observation
in dormouse.like doze, from which
was only awakened by the eager fingers
of Miss Anne Bcthune, who had rushed
with me into the painting-room, calling
on papa and mamma to admire an old
friend in new face.
AIS that the dear old miniaturc." said
the artist.
The husband and wife looked ut me-
then at one another, and smiled. Though
both had now glidcd into middle age, yet
in that ail'ectionate smile saw revive the
faces of Norman Bcthune and the Lady
Jean.
81 do believe there is something tails
manic in the portrait" said young Anne
their daughter. "Today, at the jewelers.
was stopped by disagrecablc old gen
tlcman, who stared at me and then at til,
miniature, and finally questioned m,
about my name and my parents, until
was fairly wearied Of his impcrtincncr
A contemplate. malicious-cyed creature
. he looked; but the jeweler paid all atten
ton, since, as afterward learnt, he wa
Sir Anthony A-,who succeeded to al
the estate Of his cousin, the Earl Of.
Mrs. Bcthunc put me down on the IA
bic and leaned her head on her hand
perhaps some memories of her you'll
came over her OH hearing those long-si
lent names. Her husband glanced at he
, with restless doubt-some men will b
so Jealous over the lightcst thought O
one they love. But Jean put her arm il
his with look so serene, so clear, tha
he stopped down and kissed her yet scare
, faded check.
"Go on, my own wife-go and tell on
daughter ALL"
Jean Bethunc and her child went on
together, and when they returned, thcr
was proud glow on Annes cheek-sh
looked so like her mother, or rather SO lik
/ NE. She walked down the studio-it Wa
large room where hung pictures tha
, might well make INC fear to claim broth
, erhood with them, though the same han'
created them and me. Anne turned he
| radiant eyes from one to the other, thcl
went up TO the artist and embraced him
"Fathcr, | had rather be your daugh
ter than share the honors OF all the Doug
lasses." ......
, Anne Bcthunc wore me, year aitc
, year, until the fashion Of me went by, I'll
} her young daug ghtcIs, in their turn, bcgal
to laugh at my ancient setting, and-al
ways aside-to mock at the rude art o
"grandmamma's" days. But this wa
never in grandmamma's presence, wher
still found myself at times; and m,
pale eyes beheld the face Of which m,
own had been mere shadow--but o
which the shadow was now left as th'
only memorial.
"And was this indeed you, grandmam
) ma 2" many an eager voice would asl
when nv poor self was called into ques
ton. "Wcrc you ever this young girl
and did you really wear those beautifn
pearls, and live in castle, and hea
yourself called Lady Jean y
, And grandmamma would lay dowl
her spcctaclcs and look pcnsivcly out o
her calm, beautiful eyes. o, how doubl,
beautiful they seemed in age when al
other lovcIiness had gone. Then slit
would gather her little flock round her
and tell Tor the hundredth time the stor,
OF herself and Norman Bethune-lcan
ing gently, as with her parent-fcelings sh'
had now learned to do, on the wrongs re
ccived from her own father, and lingering
with ineffablc tenderness on the noble ma
turc Of him who had won her heart, NOR,
through that than by the facination o
his genius. She dwclt oftcner on thii
when, in his closing years, he was taker
before her to his rest; and while the
memory Of the great painter was honor
cd on earth, she knew that the pure SOU
Of the virtuous man awaited her, his be-
loved, in heaven. .t.l.
.And vet, rrandmamma," once said