The Lambertville press. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1858-1???, 1861-01-23

OH, CHarile KNOWS as wen az i
do, dear Amy, that though you pro-
fess liking to all and snndry, as
somebody says, you confne your lou
ing to your best friends, and he is too
happy in the assurance that you con
descend to class him among the Iowa
ble, to have one feeling of jealousy to
expend upon any one. Am l not
right ?"
" Yon are seldom wrong, mia bella,
but | must run home now, or Monsieur
will begin to think | have made way
with my precious self, let alone the
pretty picture, and am sure he don't
care to dispense with me till after
am done sitting, for artist as he is,
| guess his purse is not so fnll but
what it will contain the compensation
for the portraits, and his heart will be
all the lighter for it," and the giddy
girl ran out of the room, across the
green and into the handsome stone
mansion house opposite. Blanche
! Montague had been for twelve years
parlor boarder at Mrs. Henderson's
having entered the Seminary when a
little girl seven years of age. Her
father had given orders that no pains
or expense should be spared ia making
her accomplished, or adding to her
happiness, and as abundant means
were furnished at his regular yearly
visits, she knew not what it was to
have a wish ungratifed. The kind
and pious Mrs Henderson had been a
parent to the motherless child, and
now that she had grown into beau
teous womanhood beneath her foster
ing care, had almost come to regard
her as her own daughter.
Mr. Montague never interfered with
her management of his daughter, al
ways replying when consulted during
his brief visits,
You know best, my dear Madam,
what conrse to pursue. | leave it al
together to your superior judgement
If hid not had nnb6unded conf
dence in yonr ability | should never
have placed my child under your tu-
ition. | wish her to have every ac-
eomplishment requisite to enable her
to take the management ofmy house
hold, and to mingle without embarass-
ment in the best society, when I shall
see fit to make her mistress of my city
residence. You ladies know best how
to accomplish this purpose | am but
man of the world, and don't profess
to be skilled in such matters. / leave
it altogether to you"
Of late years, however, he had been
more attentive to the beautiful girl,
visiting her more frequently, and evin-
cling much pleasure in her proficiency
in her studies, and greatly charmed
with her exceeding beauty and grace.
One, however, could never suspect the
two of any relationship from q similar
ity of features. In place Of the eagle
eye, whose piercing glance seemed to
read ones very thoughts, Blanche's
was a soft dark blue, clear and calm
and bright as the sparkling azure of a
still, sunny lake. And instead of the
DARK tresses which should have been
the counterpart of the short, crisp
locks, and black moustachios, that
heightened the comliness Of the dark
but pleasing countenance of the father,
were silken cnrles Of fair golden
brown, shading without. eoncealing the
beautiful young face, where rose and
lily blended. Once indeed had Mon
tague him self remarked upon this eYi-
dent dissimilarity, She is hardly a
Montague, Mrs. Henderson, there is
not one particle of likeress to myself
in her whole face. She grows the
very image of her lost mother, III were
not for that he added between his
teeth, muttering to himself, ave. il
Ii were not for that, / could endare; TIC
see her oftener"
1t was study to mark the rapid
changes pas sing over his face, with
the remembrances the thought was
awaking but qnickly recovering his
composure, he called for the youna
lady, and questioning her closely con.
corning her associates, babe her bt
sure to cultivate no acquaintance
which he could not conntenanee wher
she should be installed in hisown home
then turning to Mrs Henderson, he
added, Ia NF
I" am very, very grateful to you,
Madam. You are succeeding beyond
my most sanguine expectations. !" a
Communications such as these, in.
creased the assiduity and heightened
the partially of Mrs Henderson fol
her pupil, and no mother could have
been kinder or more devoted than she
during all those long years. And
Blanche loved herias mother, iadced
she had never Known any other, while
her only source of anxiety was the feal