The Plymouth weekly Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1860-1869, 1864-12-29
MADELINE.
Br GEORGE MARITAL.

All the girls who were leaving school
carried with them anticipatons of gay
winter, round of soirees and opera going;
In short, debut into society Not so
Madeline Delauaay. The dying will of
her father made her aunt's home her home,
for the years between eighteen snd TWEEN
ty one; and even if Madeline had been un-
willing to comply, she would still have
gone, so great Was her respect for her faith
er's memory.
Mrs Chs,ard was an invalid, and her
family consisted only of her son-s man
over thirty, and said IL be eccentric--and
the old family servants. Decidedly, not
very brilliant outlook for Madeline
1t was sulen autumn day when Mad
cline rode, for the first time, up the wide
avenue leading to her sunts house. She
saw a cray sky, flying clouds, white
beach, on which the sea beat heavily In.
and standing in the midst Of cluster of
pines, low, massive building, that might
have been prison, and possibly was
house. No one came to the door t, vel
come her Mr. Chatard wa. not at home
Mrs. Chatard was in the library, and beg
ged that Madein, would come to her
there. She found her lying On the sofa
busy with some sor. of knitting, ,sllow,
delicate, fretfUl woman
No" size said, shrinking back, as
| Madeline showed disposition to kiss her;
mo one but Frederic has kissed me for
years. Don't commence. | am a crea-
ture OF habit; don't ike to be disturbed
in any Of my regular habits. | only
came down to-day on your account, and it
has quite unnerved ,ne shall not try it
again. | must have perfect repo.s. Fred
eric comes TO see me morning and even
ing; shat is as much as | can bear
With that, Madeline was waived off to
tar room, where indignation supplanted
srogs dosire to cry, and curiosity graiu-
ally got the better of both. 1t was really
she decided, on looking about her, very
pleasant room, with crimson curtain, and
furniture coverings, and deep window,
which she felt sure she should prize, look
ing out on the sea. There was bureau.
with = creat many little drawers, that she
leased herself with arranging mentally
There was vase of flowers. that spoke If
y con.crv .tory; she had seen that the L.
brary was we'll file l. a pretty piano occu-
pied recess in her room
Il thall pass my time very tolersbly,"
thought Madeline, rssignedly. Il won
der what my cousin is like :"
Perhaps this last thought had some in
huence IN her toilet, else why should she
IL we braided her hair aud put on her most
becoming dress? It WAS hardly to lie sup
posed tha, her charms would have much
effect on the prim, quiet house keeper,
who alone was in attendance.
Madeline ate her supper with curlir:
lip and stormy brow.
''Ile is barbarian. know | ,hall
hate him was her inward comment
He must have known that | would be
here. He might nave been civil. How
ever, | shall do very we'll without him.
And getting a book from the library
shelves, she sat herself down resolutely to
read. But, try as she would her thoughts
wandered ba K to the pleasant room where
she sat, with her girl friends, reading and
tslking-so different from this great, ST.
lent, handsome house. am afraid the
contrast was not too favorable, for her pill
low was wet with tears that night
A week passed away. During that
time Madeline saw Mrs Chat.rd once:
that was all. The rest Of the time she
passed in solitude. till Sunday evening.
when the prim housekeeper entered ,he
parlor where Madeline WAS sitting. work
basket in hand
"Mr Frederic is home was her expla-
nation; and Mrs. Chatard thinks proper
hat should sit in the room" with which
explanation she walked over to the e1.
treme end Of the room, and vanished be-
hind the curtains Of the bow window
Madeline curled her lip slightly at these
prudential preparations, and went on with
her reading trying to convince herself
that her heart was not )eatiny fast. She
heard quick, masculine step without on
the flags, heard it come in the room and
advance toward her, but did not raise her
eyes till he stood directly before her
She had hard work to repress her sur
d prise, he was SO little like what she had
imagined Net old; Cor if he was really
thirty lie by no means looked his age; not
tall, thin, and sallow; on the contrary
small, though well formed with an abund-
aucc of curling, brown hair; large, blue
eyes, that should have belonged to ave.
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