Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1860-08-30

~ NOW we are SGldHSerb; anu HoIHlhS oLl
earth can make us friends again, she said
g Birdie, birdie, don't dirge so-I'm shiyer-
ing"
She went to the window and held up her
white foro-fnger, but the bird fitted from her,
still singing low and sadly.
"Don't tease me- she went on, don't
tease me, birdie. You have the happiest mis-
tress in all the world Sec how happy am
She went dancing across the room, holding
first one arm and then the other above her
head, and singing wilt merry song. But,
alas, the bird trillcd only through the sad
notes
"You are right, pet, and am wrong lsa-
be La said in her heart, still letting her voiceay
through the swift, gay measures of the old
song.
She sank back into hcr chair at last, and
said, 8" In two months bride I wonder if
he will come to see me married? 0, if there
is a sin resting anywhere, it, is at the door of
his heart. F."
Six weeks passed, and Miss Wheaton Logan
to grow sick Of her engagement. 1t is Of no
use woman who has heart can never bury
it, From the deepest loads it will make its way
into sight. People mistake stoniness for DEATH
Miss Wheaton did not have heart Of stone to
contend with, it was q real human, womanly
heart (Which means a heart doubly human),
full Of love, fire and passion. Henry Wilton
and all the neglect in the world on his part
could not change the fact a single iota His
lace came between her midle-agod lover and
herself constantly. 1t was Of him she dreamed
and thought. Being a sensible girl, she soon
saw that an engagement was not Just the thing
for her But what could she do? Tell Mr..
Butler her feelings? That was the apt concIu-
sion at which she came. She was sure he would
give her up without word of complaint, s.
she went to him.
1t was quite against Miss Isabella, looking SO
bewtchtngly when she opened her heart to her
odd suitOr. She should have put the heavy
braids of brown hair straight back from her
forehead, and coiled the luXurant mass roughly
at the back Of her head. She should have
thrown aside the lace bertha through which
her fair shoulders shone like polished ivory, ex-
changed the light, floating organdie muslin for
dress Of calico or gingham. But this she did
not understand at all, for it had never entered
her unsophisticated heart that it was her rare
beauty, enhanced by her fine style of dressing,
that had SO completely taken the good cosmopo-
Titan.
Face to face with Butler, she found that she
had no easy task before her She coIorod scar
let when she tried to speak, and her throat
seemed full Of something, which she was certain
was not words. At last the matter-of fact lover
began to be annoyed by her hesitancy, and
looking at her sharply, said, with a fine show
of placid condescenson in his voice
9 What is it you wish to say, my dear Miss
Wheaton? ?"
Now she was obliged to speak, and the cross
could be put off no longer. She began, her
face altering from white to red
81 have been thinking, Mr.. Butler, that it
would be better for us both if our engagement
was broken off, >
" You have! !" answered Mr.. Butler, in the
same unimpassioned tone, gulltless Of surprise
+ CONSERVATION. 3" haven't"
mo, | suppose not, sir but-bQt-al
though respect you very much, | find that |
do not love you"
"WeI, Miss Wheaton, did ever ask you to ?
| am not a mau who believes much in this 70
mantle stuff don't care single fS for it V
Miss Isabella bit her lip. What could she
say next? She hadn't thought before what a
complete stick she had engaged herself to,
No; know, sir, that you never asked mc
to love you, but supposed you thought that
did, size ycnturcd at last.
g Greatly mistakcn-such thought never
entered my head "
. But you do not love me, and l can not
S mauya man who"
4" Nonsense, say " interrupted Mr.. But
IS ler, impaticntly. You are too young to un
c derstand yourself and there is but little use in
d talking"
e Now to be put off in this way was not villa
c this pretty woman was accustomed to. Th
=; fire flashed up in her eyes ct his words.
L = Bat insist upon your talking with me
d sir, she said, emphatically her head rising tw
ID or three inches as she spoke.
lc Whcw-you do! > answered this good mai
Is of log.
Yes, sir and insist that it's not right o
proper for me to become your wife, with tn
feelings now have. -