The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1865-05-12

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fellows audacity or your ridiusIsus
folly" Sszn
Papa" said Lizzy gravely, 81 In
tend to marry him
"Silence," Numbered the old gentle
man.
"You shall not marry him Ill
write to Maurice Martin to discharge
the impertinent puppy at once !"
The evening meal was already spread,
and the lamps lighted, when Mr. Elliott
came in the next night Blanche was
reading, in a gracefully picturesque
pose that she studied on all occasions,
and Viola was clipping the dead leaves
off her favorite geranium.
where's Lizzy, girls" said the
old gentleman, taking his seat in front
of the pile of buttered toast, and lib
orally helping himself.
"In her room, suppose" returned
Viola. 81 have twice rung the sup
per bell"
go after her, t5lef She's sulking nf-
ter her beloved clerk, I suppose" com
mented Mr.. Elliott.
Viola went but returned almost i'm
mediately with pale, frightened face
"She is not there, papa, but this
note lay on her table"
Mr.. Elliott broke the seal, and hur-
riedly glanced over the TREMENDOUSLY
written words, with face that had
grown like ashes.
"By the time you read these words
dearest papa, your little Lizzy viii be
another's. / shall be married to Mr.
Hartwell. l hope it is not wrong
Indeed, indeed, | loved him"
As he folded the note with stern,
rigid features, light step crossed the
threshold, and Lizzy's arms were
round his neck, the Confidential Clerk
standing by the door, with face
where pride and indomitable resolu-
don struggle for mastery
Papa forgive me--forgive US"
III see you hanged first p roared
the old gentleman, turning pur-
pie round the mouth. "Begone both
of you. Beg, starve. if you like; but
never come to me for aid or helpI'
Ridiculous !" sobbedTpiG
"Prepostorous !" scoidsd h>snehe.
"Be it SO, said thee 'ljA 81 apietly
"Lizzy, we need nothing Z more than
one another's love- cosnHr my little
wife :" sd mo d# ri
But, papa, persisted lfxRz,, j. AI 6nly
wanted to explain ~
"Will you begone = sesj;acrss)akci Mr..
Ell5tt, opening the dsor wade. bud
motioning towards the twb MT road.
The unnatural minx.H { yhimpered
Blanche. 800 a.I d
Married at sixteen-rtho impertin-
ent thing !" sputtered VIZ q
And so Lizzy and here ia deft
the unfriendly shadow Of M aternal
roof aikYs IA
Blanche Elliott, surrpupdsts by Nm
atmosphere of lavenderriivsnes and
eau-de-cologne. was jusst4HdlE ppt
Of the Mysteries INTO whlk 3an3's
unprecedented conduct AA1 6Rn
her, when there was lofltappst tie
door, and young man baas1le = Fe-
culiar looking foreign carpet.bag in
his hand, appeared
This is Mr.. Elliott, / suppose
eyes, sir, returning the old gentle
man, hesitating whether to embrace
the stranger, as Maurice Martin, or
repel him as an emissary from the
obnoxious Confidential Clerk.
"Ah-so l concluded Has Mr..
Martin been here to-day ?"
Mr. Elliott started.
"Mr, Martin is in Parnaham, Bra
I'll"
Il beg your pardon sir returned the
young man; II am his secretary, and
am quite convinced that he is at this
present time at his family estate of
Martinstower Perhaps l had better
seek him there. am told that it is
but q mile further on"
He retreated, bowing with foreign
profusion of courtesy, leaving MIR.
Elliott overwhelmed with amazement.
"My dear p he said hurrying back
into the sitting-room, II must go up
to Martinstower at once Mr. Martin
has arrived at last
Blanche sat up tossing the bright
drops of cologne from her 'curls.
"Oh, papa you will be sure TO
bring him back to supper ?"
'1ll try, my dear-I'll try" said the
Hurried senior.
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