Prescott journal. [volume] (Prescott, Wis.) 1861-1871, 1864-05-07


ed: " this must be Miss Lollard.p
i went, and as 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 a wealth of golden hair twisted in
to simple knot at the back of her head |;
dressed in a scarlet robe de chdBabre, shaded to
black at the edges. She had in her hand
some bright autumn leaves, which she SEEM
ed to be weaving though her hands were
busy, she came with that free, splendid mo-
ton which have seen in but one other, the
great French actress. Soon the coronal was
completed, and placing it 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 we 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 ngsged 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
Jay had been set aside for a visit to the Dus-
seldorf gallery. Ii came, a clear and beauti-
full October day. We were ready at an ex-
ceedingly Questionable hour, crossed to New
York, took 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 a parasol at the desk.
Paul wanted to show Amy "The Weavers,
at the other end of the room but /, who al
ways want to take things in order, secured
Charles and began. We had stopped before
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, "Mr. Lollard, Mrs. Marston, my sister" "
Mrs. Marston, | am very happy to meet
you. Ii is a fact of city life, which / am very
slow to recognize, that we are not to consd-
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, &C. am not well, y
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 a slight ex-
clamation 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 our house,
and are deities, you know, according to Sis"
swell" said he carelessly, quite at vari-
ance with his former manner, 81 should say
Rachel had come over. | was her nightly
devotee when in Paris, and never saw any
thing so like her walk as the movement of
that lady. Now, ladies and gentlemen would
you like to see my favorite 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, al 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 Paul. 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
off as we went home. That evening we were
going to the opera. Early in the evening the
door-bell rang. We were all dressing except
Paul, who was waiting in the parlor. The
servant brought bundle in to him, and said
the man was waiting. Paul took up the bun
die and saw that it was directed simply,
estate street, Brooklyn but supposing it to
be bundle he was expecting from home, and
that the want of further direction was one of
those oversights 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
titudinous wrappers, an elegant bouquet-hold-
er, with card attached, " A token of friend
ship and congratulation from Isabel Tracy,
Then we came in almost simultaneously-we
all read the card and declared it was for none
of US and then fell to wandering who Isabel
Tracy was
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, what is that ~
l looked at it and read, ''Miss Azalia CLONE
care of Mr.. Lollard, = State street, Brook
lyn."
"Let me see," said Paul snntching the pa.
per from my hand. 81 suppose they have
given the wrong direction" and did up the
bundle, slipped a card under the string,
Opened by mistake-Paul Marston," and
left the room to send it over.
"Poor Paul." said Amy, as we looked at
her inquiringly, added, "Surely yeu have
heard Paurs story?"
"Yes," said 1; but why poor Paul just
now 2"
"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. Paul
was never so brilliant, Git was the brilliancy
of an iceberg,) and l almost regretted having
pitied him, and wondered how one winter
could have so frozen the waters at the life
spring-love. But he told us afterward how
they surged and boiled.
In the afternoon of the next day the sery-
ant brought up two cards, and said that the
ladies were inquired for. Amy was sitting
with me, and mother had gone out. / took
the cards and read, an. Lollard-Miss
Glome." / handed them to Amy without a
word, for the servant was still waiting.
al cannot see her" said she /" do not ash