The Westerly echo, & Pawcatuck advertiser. [volume] (Westerly, R.I.) 1854-1858, 1857-01-22

ana daughter, TO whose poverty DOCKS
were a forbidden luxury. And every
spring, he took his spade and went
down to the cottage TO make Lucys flow
er beds. Then in July, when his birth
day came, Lucy would gather the b"st
of her pinks and roses, together with
holyhock or two, and carry them up to,
a9orn his breakfast table TITUS in had
been ever since they were children.
But sudpenly thcre came chang
Henry's rich uncle, whose name,akc he
was, died and left him sole heir to his
immense wealth Henry had scarcely
ever seen his uncle, who had been a
lonely misanthropc man, and therefore
bis pleasure in his suddenly acquired
wealth, was not clouded by grief or
mourning He soon made Lucy the
confdant of his new fortune. She re.
ceived The news with silent tranquility
which surprised him.
I" You do not seem surprised or pleas
ed, Lucy" said he. Z" 1 thought you
would rejoice in your friends fortune"
&" lam glad for you, Henry" was
her quiet reply, aud the earnest lock
which accompanied it, told that it was
sincere
Then why do you look so sad Do
you think that l shall find the society
of my old fricpdr less sweet,, now that !
am rich ! Can you think SO, Lucy 2"
o. Oh, MOI" said Lucy, checrfully
\" You are too kind hearted to let any
thing come between you and your
friends But you must forgive me that
such torboding did cross my mind for
a momeht."
You are freely pardoned," said
Henry gaily, F" and in token | give you
this rose," and he tossed her half
blown blush rose which be had been
twirling in his fingers. /" Now give me
something to remember this day by" be
SAID, as he fingered moment at the
gate. Lucy gathered a handful of pan
sizes, and tying them with blue ribbon,
pressed them between the leaves of a
volume Of the Fairy Queen which Hen
ry had lent her, and having written the
date on the margin, gave it to him -
With glad wave Of the hand he badc
her good bye, but, as he walked with
his quick, firm step up the hill, Lucy
stood and looked after him, while, all
unbdden, a tear dropped on her hand,
Poor Lucy! Her prophetic woman S
heart told her it was no good news to
her.
The yellow house grew smaller and
meaner every day in uenry's eyes, IN.
til in due time it was torn down, and in
its place rose a large, white Mansion
with long windows opening on a stately
piazza. Of course, while Henry wa,
Overseeing all this, there was little time
to remember his neighbors, and SO hi
visits to the cottage began to grow very
rare. Sometimes, on Sunday, ha
would look over to the widows pew, am
meet Lucy's soft eyes timidly glancing
from her cottage straw, and he would
linwardly reproach himself for bis neg
lect, and resolve to spend the next eve
ming with her But the resolve was
quickly forgotten in the excitement sI
the following day.
At last the house was finished, and
proudly did Henry Strickland walk
through bis stately rooms, filled with all
the elegancies that wealth and taste
could furnish. d" How queenly should
the lady be, who will preside over thi
splendor!" he said inwardly.
Henry had been a dreamer and a
worshipper of beauty. A vision o.
loveliness was ever present with him
form ofserphic beauty hoated before
his daily paths. But of late his roman.
tic fancy received new impulse, and
as tnc Image OF the gentle Lucy becam,
more aud more eilaced; as his heart be.
came more and more welded to hi,
wealth, and false pride and ambition
too tue place of his early love, his halt
forgotten ideal shone before him witt
new splendor. Some rarely beautiful
richly endowed being must come an,
add the crowniDg grace to his luxurian
/ home.
u Having abundant means, ho resolves