Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1863-01-01

many other tropical fruits came pouring in, as
though all the corners Of the earth had been
robbed for the OCCASION IF some fairy revers-
ing the story Of Cinderella instead of trans
forming fruit into carriages, had converted oil
the vehicels on the island into fruit, there could
hardly have been greater abundance than was
heapcd in the planters ample veranda on that
morning.
Every ore perceived how changed was the
manner and tone of the master and many were
astonished to see how he worked at something
that was evidently in preparation. Under va
rious pretences he contrived TO dispatch the
children upon errands all day long then the
dinner hour came, and then evening, and then
they were told to prepare for the New Years
fete. As the whole family walked down the
avenue of bananas and rose.npple towards
the bridge, one long exclamation Of wonder and
delight burst from the children's lips. Pretty
festoons of bright green leaves and flowers of
many colors dropped across their path from
tree to tree; at intervals hung, swinging in mid
air, small cocoa nut lanterns further on, at
each end of the bridge. was an arch of ever
greens and fruits while midway between them
stood the very altar that Rose had the evening
before wished to see placed there's and, strange
still, upon its summit lay burning, like snme
sacrfcial monster, the identical canoe-the de-
testable canoe-thnt had so often robbed them
of their dear papa!
Wonder had never ceased ending on that
Tttl
t'el astonished at all they saw. and ask inward
ly'i 1t were not a dream. Why! there was
the little mound on which Rose and Edward
mad stood the previous evening decked and
ornamented as they had pictured in their play
Some wizard Of the woods had transformed the
simple spct to festive throne. While, stran-
yer STILL there was the identical bower by its
side that Rose had coniured in her mind, full
of all sorts of refreshments, boiling over with
wine and cakes And there, too, we're the
horn-players and the blind oil ne ro harper.
And as the party approached from the bridge,
surveying all this work of f,riy- land, the brass
and stringed music welcomed them with such q
voluntary as quite took away the childrens
breath.
1t would need some time to relate one half
# what occurred on that joyful evening; but
we venture to tell how happy every thing passed
IF; how old Pierre was made free man how
the goat was decorated by Roses hand with a
.arland of ribbons and flowers and how, in
he very midst of some intricate pece of dane
.ng, Brunus insisted on joining in the amuse-
'nents, tripping up many vigorous dancer by
the force of his horns, and utterly perplex.
'ng and bewldering every kind of figure that
was attempted.
The last of the guests had disappeared, the
little island was once more quiet, and again tn G
moon shown upon tapering leaves and quver-
ing glass; but this night two walked there
How differently. how happy were their hearts
ihen! AS they gently st"olled towards their
t,e"aa the PlsntAr whispered to his wife ,ha,
there was yet one thing left untold, which he
would break TO her. He had not done so earl
Ter, lest 1t should have mirrel the pleas ure O
the day. He was ruined man-a beggar! He
had been following dec ,ptive bubble it had
burst and all was lost save home, and that was
won. The loss OF fortune had been a gain to
him and amidst the struggle which had then
to come, the memory Of that New Years Day
would Tighten many task.
The sequel OF their fortune is soon told. A
few years of steady application made the plan
ter once more thriving man; a few more year.
on that was all safe. If you wish to know how
many New Years Days they passed together
you must multiply twenty years by three hun.
dred and sixty-hve for every dav in their life
was to them New Years Day, and a happ,
one