The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-07-17

I HiSHcI aspirations Va uCt uueuIO Go
pirations which had been born in her
blood, and which came of generations
of antecedent cult ARE The first oc.
! CASTOR of which these higher impulses
had found congenial food was when
she had met the young artist. She
carried her sketch home, and would
never part with it. His refined, and
1 Intellectual face haunted all her day
dreams. From that hour a new ele-
ment entered into her life she became
conscious that there were other people
beside the dull plodding ones With
whom her lot had been east (; she as
pired to rise to the loVel of such !; all
her leisure hours were spent in study
ing +; gradually, through her influence
her uncle's household grew more re-
fined and finally, her uncle himself
became ambitious for Nelly, and, as
he had no children, consented at his
wife'a eutreaty, to send the young
girl to first class boarding school.
At eighteen the bare-footed rustic,
whom the young artist had sketched,
had dawned iuto a beautiful and ac-
compished young woman, who, hav-
ing carried off the highest prizes at
shool, was the belle of the country
town near which her nrclss possessions
lay For, meantime, that uncle had
been growing RIGA, like most prudent
farmers, psrtly from the rise in value
Of lands, and partly from judicious in
vestments of his savings.
care you going to the ball next
week ?" said one of Nelly's friends to
her. They say it is to be the most
splendid affair we ever had. My br 9th
err tells me that Mr.. Mobray, the elo-
quent young lawyer from Philadelphia,
who is in the great will case here, is
to be present"
~ expect to go" was the answer.
But Mr.. Mobray being there won't
be the inducement.
och you are so beautiful, you
can afford to be Indifferent. But all
the other girls are dying at the very
thought.
The ball came off, and was really
superb. Mr.. Mowbray was there, too
with all his laurels. The "great will
case, which had agitated the country
for SO many months, had been conclu.
ded that very day, and had been deci-
ded in favor of his client. No such
speech as Mr.. Mowbray's, it was uni
versally admitted. had ever been
heard in the court house. Its alter
nate wit and argument had carried
the jury by storm, so that they had
given verdict without leaving the
box. The young lawyer, at the ball,
was like hero fresh from the battle
field. A hundred eyes followed his
form, a hundred fair bosoms beat
quicker as he approached. But he
saw only one. in that brilliant assem-
bly-and it was Nelly, Her graceful
for u, her intelligent face, her style and
beauty arrested him, the moment he
entered he saw that she had no
peer in the room and he devoted
himself to her, almost exclusively
throughout the evening.
Nor had Nelly ever shone so bright
ly. She could not but feel that it
was great compliment, to be thus
singled ont from so many. But she
had another motive for exeFting her.
self to shine. At the very first glance
she half recognized, in Mr.. Mowbray,
the companion of the artist who had
sketched her eight years back. In
hopes to hear something of his friend
she turned the conversation upon art,
the city, childhood, and everything
else that she thought might be sug-
gestive !; but in vain. She could not
be more definite, because she wished
to CONCEAL her own indemnity, for it
was evident Mr.. Mowbray did not
know her; besides, her natural deli
cacy shrank from inquiring about a
| perfect stranger
The next dag, as soon as etiquette
allowed, Mr. Mowbray was seen dri-
wing up to the farm. Nelly appeared,
beautifully attired in neat morning
dress, and looking so fresh and spark.
ling, in spite of the late hours of the
night before, that it could hardly be
considered Rattery, when her visitor
assured her that she looked loylier tina n
her Ioveliest roses Mr.. Mowbray was
full of regrets at cruel fate, which, he
said, compelled him to return to the
city He could not conceal his JOY
when Nelly's aunt, inadvertently, and
to Nelly's secret annoyance, let ont
the fact, that, in the fall, Nelly was
to pay visit to an old schoolmate in
Philadelphia, Miss Mary Stanley.
| "Ahl indeed" cried the visitor
and his face flushed with pleasure. q
am SO delighted. ! have the honor