Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-10-06

S"N"S VA ~ A iluS Nv WtpN QNHI - huHtsi'
may be some human body thatwlll make Cousin
Eleanor open her lips at last.
" March 1.-The blots on the opposite page
show with what haste shut up my journal
yesterday. The ring at the door brought more
than anticipated, and opened my eyes effec
tually for the rest of the day. Mr. Lee, said
the servant, throwing the library-door wide
open, and ushering in II man wrapped in cloak
with traveling-cap in his hand. Cousin Flea
nor rose instantly, and advanced to meet him.
| expected to see her extend her hand towards
him, and welcome him in her usual courteous
manner Instead of that she gave him hearty
kiss, which could be heard as we'll as felt, and
which was returned, as | thought, with interest
If the marble Widow Wadman in the library
had kissed the sympathizing face Of Uncle To-
by, should not have been so much surprised
and should have thought it much more likely
to happen.
"' am very glad to see you, Thornton,
said she. did not think you could come til
tomorrow
"' have made the best use of my time, re
turned he, and had no wish to spend my pre-
cious hours at a country inn. 1t seemed goot
to see winter and snow again, after 50 many
months of summer
Bending forward to catch better view O.
him, as he spoke, the rustllng of my dress re
minded Eleanor of my presence.
My cousin Elizabeth Purcill, Thornton
Lee, SAID she. My two good friends hopt
will also be friends to each other
Mr.. Lee made me gentlemanly bow, an(
said something about the pleasure of seeing ME
but more than suspecting that my presence il
tho Ehrarv tyo M y,lao to aithar of fhnn
shut up my journal, crowded 1T into the box
and stole out of the room at the first convenien
opportunity. On the stairs l met Mrs. Bick
ford, the housekeeper.
"' Is any one in the library with Miss Pur
cill ? asked She
+" Yes,-a Mr.. Lee
r. 90 Mr Lee exclainnd she, in sunerise. Il
did not know as he was expected home now
80 Who is Mr.. Lee?
GO He is the gentleman whom Miss Purcill il
to marry but thought he was not coming til
autumn. I wonder if she knew it,
"What Eleanor knows she always keeps tt
herself; none of her household are any tn,
wiser for it. was more surprised than Mrs
Bckford. Eleanor afHanced | never though
or dreamed of such a thing. Eleanor in low
must be curious spectacle. | did not fee
sleepy any longer. What could woman, 81
independent, so selfrelying, so sufficient 70
herself, want of lover? She always SCENE,
to be whole, and did not need another half t.
complete herself. | speculated much on tn
subject, and, when the bell rang for tea, wen
down stairs with something of the same teelip
of eager curiosity with which open the page
Of good novel. There is nothing 50 interest
ing to idle, observant people as a pair of lovers
provided they are not silly, in which stage the,
are perfectly unbearable, and never should suffe
themselves to be seen even by their intimatl
friends. Was 1t my fancy, or not? | though
Eleanor had grown young since | left the Ii
brary. a soft light beamed in ner eyes, and
clear crimson-the first trace of colcr | ha
ever seen IN her face-burned on her cheek
1t was very different countenancA from tha
at which | had been casting sidelong glance
half the day, and yet it seemed to me that sh
was ashamed of these signs of ioy, and though
it but weakness to feel so glad | sat silen
nearly all the evening words always com
more readily to my pen than to my lips, and
were it not SC, there would have been no occasion
for any speech of mine. Their conversation
flowed on unnterruptedly, like full, free riv
er, whose current is strong and deep. Io,
much richer both their lives seemed than mine
He had travelled, thought, seen, and felt S
much, and had brought such wealth home will
him, titly coined into aptly chosen words an,
she had gathered treasures as priceless from tn
literature OF her own and foreign lands | ha
nothing to offer either of them but my ears, an
for those doubt whether they felt grateful
and when THAT do2hiuSaaenc a certainty,