Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1865-03-29

gather much encouragement. know
that my Lillian was not born for pur-
poseless life. She will not be content to
futter that the butterflies of pleasure and !,
fashion, with no thought but to sip all
the sweets from the fair flowers of life, |
needless of the miserable creatures that
crawl beneath, famishing for food. But,
my dazzling, each day will bring its cares,
and let it bring all its graver thoughts
too, for the occasion. At least, we will
Danish them for tonight Order tea, my
child, and then you must repair to the
drawing-room, there to receive our
friends" ....s.
Lillian obeyed readily, but resumed her
seat after giving the order. at will be
more than two hours before they come,
and | want to talk to you, dear grand
mamma. Just now my heart is so full,
and it on my lips to ask you once more to
tell me something about myself. l have
asked you many time in childhood, and
have always bad me wait until l was
ready come out when you would tell me.
We are both dressed for the evening,
and you can talk while we are at tea.
Her eyes were fixing earnestly on the
old lady's face, and sad, sweet smile
dawned upon the dear old features as she
noted the girls eagerness. Lillian's face
frightened hopefully.
"Yes, child, l will tell you," she ans
wered with grave tenderness "1'be time
is ripe for the fulfment of my promise.
But want father Hueston to hear it, SO
call him, child" .r
Lillian sprang through the door in
search Of the old man, who was half
brother of Mrs. Moore's and had come
from long distance to be present at Lii
lian's introduction to society. He was
and had been widowed and childless for
many years, living and desolate in his
grand old home, refusing to come forth
into the world for companionship
Once, when Lillian was tiny little
girl, he had been induced to visit Mrs
Moore for few days, and was surprised
to find chubby child an inmate of her
house, whose earnest, gray eyes and sweet
smiling mouth reminded him strangely
of one he had loved in his youth. He
did not know how warmly his heart went
out to the child of his sisters adoptioE !;
but as the years went by, he came and
went at intervals, happier for seeing her
face and listenig to the sweet childish
voice, whose every tone was music to his
lonely ears.
In q little while Lillian came back
with her arm thrust through Father Hues-
tons, and the three sat down around the
tea table, Mrs. Moore upon small sofa,
her brother in his easy chair, and Lillian
seated so as to face them both quite
easily.
Not little nervous and excited, the
young girl left her cup almost untouched,
while to steady herself little, she had
taken her grandmother's knitting from
the stand, and busted her pretty with the
shining needles. Very sweet she looked,
as she sat there in her pale blue silk, ft-
ting closely the graceful form, and reliev'
ed by a light trimming of black lace be-
low the waist The white neck was bare,
ornamented solely with necklace of hair,
from the centre Of which glowed little
ruby heart. The sleeves falling just be-
low the elbow, displayed round, fair
arm. but no jewels flashed from them OF
sparkled upon her fingers. Her toilette
for her first party was as odd as it was
beautiful, and perhaps would have be.
come no other in the world as it did Lii.
lian. The style of her hair, rolled away
from the forehead. and gathered into o
mass at the head, added a dignity to hei
girlish face which enhanced its pure lovli.
ness.
! Mrs. Moore slipped her tea for mo-
ment silently, then began in subdued
tone:
brother Hueston, this little girl Of
ours insists upon story, and have con
4 sented to gratlfy her on this important
night, but it must be brief. Asyou have
+ often asked me questions on the same sub
ject, and have never answered them ful