Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1859-09-09

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where stood the young man, gazing upon
a sylph-like figure enclosed within mas
sive frame.
Young Southey turned round hastily
"a rarely intellectual face was his
and greeted the beautiful girl with a
smile.
cannot help admiring that picture,
be said 4; it has facination for me
which cannot explain to myself. Is
there an original, or is it one of those
gentle dream faces that artists sometimes
fashion when under the inspiration of
heaven?
so, its no dream-face, said Eugene,
lightly, but cousin of mine, believe
that is, I've heard papa say SO. She
is living now, 1 believe, but dear me,
they're dreadful common sort of people,
They? queried Robert Southey.
1 mean my aunt and cousin. They
are in reduced circumstances, and / un-
derstand Annie has got so far down that
she takes work at the shops. You smile,
and suppose you think fought to know
more about them, but assure you it is
not my fault. Ever since they would
not consent to make it their home here,
papa has forbidden me to have anything
to do with them.'
But why did they not stay?' asked
Robert.
20, they had some foolish notions Of
independence-said they would not live
on the bounty of those who had robbed
them, and many other impertinent things
| wonder papa was so patient with them
Pm sure he couldn't help it if it was theil
home once, you know, if his brother will
ed it to him.
SO, So said Robert Southey. Ant
his fine eyes roved again to the portrait
The noble face seemed lighted up will
a trusting smile, as he gazed, and yet, i
was but a child's face-a child of onl7
seven years.
How old is that cousin by this time
he asked, carelessly.
30, about my age. l assure you She
a very plain-looking girl. The painte
idealized that face
Eugene Bartlett was both vain ant
heartless, and mad not even wit enougI
to conceal either defect. She had fancie,
that she loved more than once, but neve
till the poet face of Robert Southey me
her vision, had she in reality known tn
true meaning of the much used, muc
abused word. She fancied that her beau
ty was irresistible-it was to some mer
: but not to him. He liked TO call ther
because he often met Mr.. Bartlett, VIII
was liberal patron of the arts, goo
t scholar and interesting Conversations
but for the handsome daughter he ha
: nothing more than friendship-scarcel
that.
+ She however, fancied that he was il
D terested in her-nay, that he was de-
I perately enamored of her charms, an
e did not dream that he sought for hear
not beauty-for mind, not wealth.
How long did they ocupy here
asked Robert Southey.
D 80, till she was seven-in fact, thi
: picture was taken the year my unc
e died. There was great time abor
r the will, and when she found that it W.
o really in favor of my father, the wido
e left the house and went out West, wheI
she has resided till within a few year
:, When they came back again, father G
d fered them home, but they refused
e To tell the truth, l was not sorry, for
e thought my cousin was gawky. Ho
could it be otherwise ?-no boardin
d school privileges. l suppose her moth
has been her teacher, but dear me, 81
can't know much
/ Robert Southey glanced at the speak
e, with look she could not have relishe
Of had she noticed it. Fortunately her ey
= were cast down.
: Do let us change the subject sa
L. Eugene, with little start Of impatien
y -' what did you think of Guardali
lie last night ? Wasn't he superb Up
y sively adored him---for the time, mea
Or Robert Southey seemed quite ind
DR. ferent whether she adored him for t
u time or for all time, and replied to
lr arch look with quiet, almost contem
tnous smile.
RI, The Barber of Seville is I thi
ne the most charming of operas, continu
ne Eugene, don't youY
tx 'on the contrary, dislikeit the mos
! replied Robert Southey.
30, is it possible? Why, everybo