Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1859-12-30

dismal whine, as if he was trying to tell him |
that his mistress was gone. Mr Francis un-
fastened the latch Of the gate. and stood a
long time by the bed Of mourning violets in
deep thought. Coming out. as the moon was
rising, he patted the poor dogs head, and
said, as if he could understand the words.
land have not the slightest doubt he did
Never mind. my boy. She will come back
soon o. you and Beauty, and to -
lie checked himself abruptly. aud walked
down towards his lodging, whistling. Was it
not lust possible he was going to add 70
meH I should not at all wonder-men arc
conceited creatures AT all events, the next
evening found him also in New York, and
hurrying, after a hurried toilet and dinner at
his hotel towards the great street up town.
where Leonora always lived The house was
brilliantly lighted. as for party carriages
before the door-howers and servants. dd
iibitum, in the hall. But the windows on the
second Aoor-her suite of apartments--wer
closed-the shutters down. Could she be i'll.
He made his way through the throng, and
knocked. The servant who answered his
summons was about to take his bat and cane,
and announce him, but at last he managed
to make him comprehend who he was inquir-
ing for
Miss Grant sir ,
'Nc-. l. sho at home;
No, sir. She has gone to Europe
'Gonc--whcra? :?
TO Europe, sir. think it was very
sudden start, but when she came from the
country she found some friends just about to
sail, and went with them | took her trunks
down 60 the vessel, sir
Did she leave any mcssageF
Yes, sir--some letters for the post, and one
to be called for here, bya Mr.. Arthur Francis
Give il to me il is mine
The man brought il, and, throwing him
piece Of gold, Mr.. Francis hurried away, and
tore tho letter open under the first lamp post.
1t was very short, and not very sweet.
DEAR SrR-I am starting suddenly for
Europe, and remembering that you said you
should come TO New York and call on me,
leave this adieu. If you happen to meet our
Darby and Joan on their wedding tour, tell
them I shall write from England, Wales, or
Italy; and. If you are ever in that pretty lit
tie village of Wyndham again, do not forget
to pet my poor dogs for me. | take it for
granted you will wish me bon voyage, since
| am going TO your own land but remember
that | won't salute the Union Jack. No, the
Stars and Stripes--and Bunker Hill forever !
Yours patriotically,
LEONoRA PowIs GRANT
And this was all she found to say to him,
as she was leaving him, perhaps forever He
had failed to touch her heart; he was no
more than any other acquaintance of the
hour, in her eyes she would surely meet
some one abroad whom she could love, and so
be lost TO him forever have quite forgot
ten ,for it is many long day since | read
the Arabian Nights how Master Alnashen
consoled himself after he had attempted to
kick his ideal wife, the Sultan's daughter,
and SO sent all his cherished glassware into
shivers-( served him right, the brute )--nei-
ther do ! remember how Susan, the milkmaid,
behaved after her pail of milk came tumbling
to the ground, and her Missionary green dress
along with it. But ! do know how Arthur
Francis carried himself after his castles in
the air had been knocked about his ears. The
native GOODNESS of the 'Britisher' came to his
aid, and kept him from making fool of him
self. lie settled down quietly in his old
rooms, and took up the broken threads of his
acquaintanceship with his brother artists; he
began a now picture he organized boating
club. who disported themselves every Satur-
day afternoon on the Hudson, much to the
p delight of the steamboat excursionists he
DOugnt a pedutltul morse, WOlCn ne CHflSleueu
Leo to himself though his public name was
'Aristides he lounged into reading-rooms,
clubs and picture galleries, and frequented
operas and parties with persevering assiduity
in short. he gave the troublesome image that
got into his heart notice to quit, as the prem
sos were to undergo repairs. But the tenant
was too well lodged and did not care to go.
So he ended by painting picture of his god
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own room, while, at the same time, by means
of private correspondence with his brother
in London, and the English papers. he man
aged to gain pretty good idea of her move
ments. She was intimate with the family o
the American minister, hence her presents-
ton al the Court Of st, James, which led tc
divers results. She was young, good-looking
and brilliant. carefully educated and thor
oughly refned-though somewhat brusquC
and daring in her manner. The careless in
dependence OF her ways charmed the stiff
Btitons, even as it had charmed him hi
brother spoke OF her at the opera, and at thu
tneuttv, at'd ei"~ys ''isl. -. ~oGar circle o
admirers about her--not few of whom cir
clcd their brows with the magical 'strawborrl
leaves. Report gave her first to one and theI
TO anotber--she gave herself to none-and a
. last flashed off towards Italy, TO witness th'
. r-iamed ceremonies Of the Holy Week.
y Then he traced her to Germany, to Denmark
aud Sweden, and Norway--back again t.
Belgium, where she tarried for long time
II to Paris, to London, thence into Scotland
l. Ireland aud Wales. Three weary years sh
d stald abroad. She was delighted with a rov
O ing life She wrote to Laura Byrne, and die
It not envy her her husband, her home, or evei
d her beautiful child. A more perfectly happ
It human being never existed, she thought, tha
e herself; it was great fun TO be young, AM
8 have kind friends, and live abroad. But a
II last camo other news. Her friends we're i'll
2. one Of them ordered back to Italy for a yea
d or two. Aud so she was coming home
i Would Laura take the baby and 60 up to Ga
30 old farmhouse in Wyndham Cor the summer
Al It would be delightful, and the dogs woulr
n 60 quite wild with JOY So should she, 70
al the matter Of that--ior, however fair th
&c world might be. there was only one land thl
, held her heart, and that land was home;'
It Little Mrs Byrne, who, growing very met
Of ronly after the birth Of the young Frodsflcl'
5. had been installed as the confdant of Arthu
p Francis, very wickedly showed shis letter
S, him
70 In a week more she will be here, II sh
le took the next steameT after this, SAID the ar