Mineral Point weekly tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1859-1868, 1864-05-04

busted myself in arranging it, while she ran
l 20 her favorite seat il the window.
Oh, mother, do come here" she exclaim-
| ed: 90 this must be Miss Leilard."
l went, and asI looked I felt a little exult-
| ant, for surely IN SO fair temple none but a
goddess could dwell. She came from the
| summer house at the end of the garden, and
the leaves of the trees having nearly all fall-
| en- saw finely. Let me give you the PIC
| ture--a lady, tall and slender, brilliantly
| fair, with wealth of golden hair twisted IN
| to simple knot at the back OF her mead
dressed in a scarlet robe de cftGnt6fe, shaded TO
| black at the edges. She had in her hand
| some bright autumn leaves, which she seem
| ei TO be weaving though her hands were
| busy. she came with that free, splendid mo-
I ton which / have seen in but one other, the
| great French actress. Soon the coronal was
completed, and placing il lightly on her head
| she swept up the walk into the house.
Mother, | am going TO tell Uncle Paul
| and Uncle Charley" and off she sped, my lit
| tie treasure.
She soon returned to say they were gone,
but grandma had seen the beautiful lady.
When we came together again spoke of
| her, and watched the house across the way
| with additional interest; but we saw no more,
| except at evening, shadows on the ceiling
| the upper shutters being open. For several
| days we were so busily engaged sight seeing,
| lit was Amy's first visit to New York, and
returned at night so thoroughly tired that we
had no time, had there been opportunity, to
| see the Lollards. For some time a certain
| day had been set aside for visit to the Dus-
seldorf gallery. 1t came, clear and beauti
| full October day. We were ready at an ex-
| ceedingly Questionable hour, crossed to New
York, took a stage, and soon found ourselves
at the door. The gallery was then at its old
| rooms. We went in, and though the rooms
seemed clear, as we deposited parasols and
| canes | noticed parasol at the desk
| Paul wanted TO show Amy 1.-The Weavers,"
| at the other end of the room; but 1, " no al
| ways want TO take things in order, secured
/ Charles and began. We had stopped before
| a picture just at the entrance to the smaller
| room, when L discovered lady and gentle
| man within. | was about TO say to Charles that
we were not the only visitors, when the gen
| tleman stepped forward and greeted him very
| cordially. In a moment Charles introduced
| him, MIR. Lollard, Mrs. Marston, my sister,
Mrs Marston, | am very happy to meet
| YOU 1t is fact of city life, which | am very
slow to recognize, that we are not to consid-
| er those who live near US neighbors. mean
| the good old sense of the word Nv dear
| said he turning to the lady who had dropped
! her veil over her face, and which was too
| heavily wrought for me to be able to distin-
| guish her features, but who seemed to regard
| me with more than ordinary interest.
| Excuse me" she replied, g / am not well, 4"
| and she had already sunk into seat Mr.
| Lollard fastened to her side. In few mo-
ments she seemed to recover and they passed
| out. BY her walk, | recognized her as Miss
| Lollard. We had moved away from them, TO
Paul and Amy, being too little acquainted
| with them to offer assistance, and not wishing
| to annoy them by observation. At slight ex-
clan.ation from Paul, all turned to look at
| them as they passed out.
/ Who are they :" he asked, eagerly, of
| Charles
| Mr.. Lollard and his daughter who live in
the temple across the way from orr house,
| and are deities, you know, according to Sis"
| Well" said he carelessly, quite at vari-
| ance with his former manner, Il should say
| Rachel had come over. l was her nightly
| devotee when in Paris, and | never saw any
| thing so ike her walk as the movement of
| that lady. Now, ladies and gentlemen would
you like to see my faYorite picture ? Then
! come with me. Wen play, Follow my
| leader now"
We all followed, and he stopped before
| Germania.
Isn't she splendid? Now, after you have
| bestowed due admiration on this | want YOU
all TO declare your favorites. They are so ia
miliar TO YOU all, except Amy, that you do
not need to hesitate"
"Oh, said Amy, 81 do not need to hest
| tate; The Fairies is mine"
Dear mother chose, as we knew she would,
The Alteration of the Magi," while Charles
| and | agreed with Taul. He himself talked
| so rapidly and so gaily, so altogether unlike
| himself, that it made me wonder very much,
! but | could not explain it. The mood passed
| OFT as we went home. That evening we were
| going to the opera LIrly in the evening the
| door-bell rang. We were all dressing except
| Paul. who was waiting in the parlor. The
| servant brought a bundle IN to him, and said
| the man was waiting. Paul took up the bun.
| die and saw that IL was directed simply
| estate street. Brooklyn" but supposing it to
! be u bundle he was expecting from home, and
| that the want of further direction was one OF
those oyersights with which every one meets
| more or less, paid the charge and signed his
name. He cut the string quickly, expecting
in the bundle some papers of Importance
Judge his surprise when he found under null
titudnous wrappers, an elegant bouquet hold
| er, with card attached, A token of friend
| ship and congratulation from Isabel Tracy
| Then came in almost simultaneously
all read the card and declared it was for none
of Us, and then fell to wandering who Isabe
| Tracy vas.
Little Margaret, ever busy, turned over
the wrappers and separated them After
having taken off the outer one, she brought
the next one TO me.
Here, mother" said she, 'swhat is that ?
| looked at it and read, Miss Azalia CLONE
care OF Mr.. Lollard, = State street, Brook
lyn.'
Let me see" said Paul Switching the pa
per from my hand. 81 suppose they hav,
given the wrong directon,n and did up the
bundle, slipped card under the string
Opened by mistake-Paul Marston," anl
left the room to send it over.
:" Poor Paul" said Amy, as we looked a
her inquiringlv, added, Surely You have
heard Paul's story?"
Yes said l. :" but why poor Paul JUS
now ?"
"Azalia CLONE is the heroine" answered
she, and | echoed = Poor Paul" But he came
IN looking so cold and proud that forgot that
the spirit might mourn while the external
would glitter and sparkle in the sunlight but
never melt. forgot it, but it was so. Pau
was never so brilliant, Gt was the brilhanc,
OF an iceberg,l and L almost regretted having
pitied him, and wondered how one winter
could have so frozen the waters at the lie
spring-love. Bat he told US afterward how
| they surged and boiled.
In the afternoon of the next dav the sery
ant brought up two cards, and said that the
ladies were inquired for. Amy was sittinu
u Il