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

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with scarcely civil word'
"Such people need civil words, as
you call them, less than the poor do,
Annie, answered Grace, mildly. BE
sides, think one can be polite, with
out sacrificing ones own dignity or
truth either"
Truth dignity Fiddlesticksl 1t
is true, however, that old Mrs. Broad
acres, with dyed hair, false ringlets,
and doubtful complexion, looks any
thing but charming laughed Annie,
her pique giving way to her sense Of
the ludicous. Nevertheless, what
is one to say2 Is one to tell her that
she looks like n perfect scarecrow? I
should think not But just look at
that love Of a pink silk, all spanglcd
with wouldn't that make an
exquisite party dress trimmed with
white point and loopcd up with lilies
Of the valley? So hush all those HON
lies in which 1 know you are about to
indulge, and let US 80 in and price it,
for if it is not too high priced 7 shall
get it for Fanny Austin's party which
comes off next week.
And the somewhat giddy girl en-
tered the white marble doorway Of
the store, in whose window was dis
played the beautiful silk in question
dragging her younger, but more Sc
date sister, in with her.
The evening Of the party came, and
Rose, Mrs. Sommers maid servant,
had descended from the young ladies
dressing-room in somewhat of a tenn
per- She had been called upon to as
sist Annie Sommers in completing
her toilet, for Grace needed no assis-
lance, preferring to wait upon herself;
and she was now giving her experience,
in confidence to the cook, who had
stopped wiping her dishes to listen.
Faith, there's no getting along with
Miss Annie at all, at all, said Rose.
"Shc's as snappish rs an old maid;
and faith shouldn't wonder if it's an
old maid she'll turn out, either. It's
nothin but here and there, Quick,
do this do that and never a civil
word out Of her Now, there's Miss
Grace, may the Heavens preserve herl
I'd 60 to the end of the world for her,
for she never asks me to 10 anything,
but she says, if you please, Rose, just
as polite rs though was her equal
but there goes Chat bell again
! What on earth can she want now o.
aud Rose darted Mp stairs again, in
answer to her young mistress sum
mons.
! Annie Sommcrs was auayoi in ali
the glory Of silks, laoas, and precious
stones. She had secured the much
+ longod-for pink silk, sprinklcd with
silver throughout, and with half
coronet of pearls crowning her dark
hair, and a necklace Of the same clasp
ing her queenly throat, she looked or
rather would have looked, had she not
been angry, rs beautiful as a dream.
But there was passionate gush upon
her fine features, an ugly scowl upon
her countenance, that threw an abso-
lutte deformity over what must, other
wise, have been pronounced perfect
1t was like an exquisite landscape
clouded over, and obscured by mist
and rain, making what was well known
to be charming and delightful, UMPIRE
possessing and disagreeable for the
time being, ay, and perhaps ever af-
terward, for do we not think to our
selves, when we again behold that
landscape, "Ah, yes, you are very pref
ty when the sun shines, but, oh how
gloomy when covered by misty rain p
Something had gone wrong with
Annie's dress; a spray of the sweet
lilies of the valley was disarranged, or
something else; and poor Rose had no
sooner made her appearance than the
torrent Of her wrath was let loose.
Stupid Awkward !" and many 9th
er unkind and consequently impohto
epithets, were showered upon the
helpless menial's head, until at last
she was sent down stairs sobbing bit
terly, at the cruel words of her young
mistress.
Nothing would persuade me- ex-
claimed Annie, as she disappeared out
the door "but that girl tries to annoy
me on purpose"
'tNor should / wonder at it, Annie,
answered Mrs Sommers, who had
} witnessed the whole scene, for you dc
nothing to make her like you. You
never speak to her politely, as lady
should do, but order her about as