The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1866-08-17

pected, at all events, that i had gained
her secret. And why should / blame
her? What right had / to find fault I?
What could / be to her?
i went to nay chamber, but not to
sleep. The night was warm and pleas
ant, and / took my seat by an open
window, and gazed out upon the dark
line of wood that lay beyond the limits
of the starlit space. BY and by the
moon arose, and as its silver disk
cleared the tops of the distant trees,
casting n soft, inviting light over gar
den and park, l resolved to walk out
and cool my fevered brow in the fresh
or air. Without noise / descended the
sfot-carpeted stairs, and crossed the
hall TO the rear door, which / unfast-
ened, thus gaining access to the veran-
dab, whence | descended to the gar
den. From the garden to the park,
and thence down to the rivers bank,
where l strayed up and down the hard
sand, thinking of what life might be
with ANGELA to. live for, and of what it
mnst be withou.Aev. Thus ! strayed
until pastfmidn.ght when ! turned to
retrace my steps. I had regained the
garden, and was crossing an open
space, in the centre of which was a
fountain, now dry, when from the OPP
posite side of the marble fount ap-
peared a female form. j was startled,
and stopped.
George, is this you?"
1t was Angel and she spoke to me
so softly, SO sweetly, and so confiding-
~, that for a moment | fancied she
mast have mistaken me for some 9TH
en- George. She was habited in a
loose wrapper of fine and richly
wrought cashmere, and over her head
She wore a scarf OF gossamer silk.
Miss Moreton p said l, in sur
prise Il.
"Ah, George she responded, with
a sort of wall in her tone that sounded
strange to me, you must not call me
so. We shall never understand one
another if you are so distant | am
simplyAngel to my brother let me be
Angel to you.
In maze of wonder, hardly daring
to think was awake, l suffered her
TO take my hand and lead me to a seat
beneath heavy canopy of vines. The
moon shone full upon her face, and
her beauty seemed celestial, and
as met her gaze | trembled like an
fsDen. What was the meaning of
this Hank
George. she still held my hand
and looked full upon me--"have you
not something to say TO me? Have you
no question to ask / heard you say
that you were going away early in the
morning; and | thought, from some
thing that saw in your face, that you
might be going in doubt and distress
Was | right p
What could answers
Nv answer was to tell her all that |
had hoped all that had feared; all
that had suffered; and then unable
to restrain the current of my feelings,
poured forth my deep, feryent pray
err OF love.
Angel rested her hand upon my
shoulder and said, with tender re-
proach:-
20, George aud you would have
gone away and not told me this !"
Not told you :" cried, holding her
away from me, and gazing eagerly up
on those beautiful features once more.
"How dared l tell you-you so rich
l so poor ?"
Il thought love would dare every
thing"
''Not where hope is dead l re-
piled.
IF such as you dare not hope, then
for whom doth God permit hope to
bloom ?"
CANCEL !"
She knew my meaning; she read all
my questions; and her answer was, to
sink forward and suffer me to clasp
her to my bosom.
O, those first brief moments of the
possession OF the heavenly treasure
But / dared not tarry long in the gar
den at that hour. The dew was fall
ing, and | was not SO intoxicated with
10y bnt that | had some sense of regard
for my Angels safety.
As we started toward the house, |
asked her if she thought her father
would smile upon our love. She
stopped, and placed her finger to her
lips, aud looked cautiously around,
and then she said, in low hurried
tones:
"George, we ihust not be seen by
the servants here. In the morning
you will see my father, and you will
ask him to give you my hand. You
need not fear but rather take hope
for l know that he loves YOU Good
night"
And thus speaking the Angel sped
away, and was directly lost to sight
beyond row of towering shrubs.
What my thoughts were at thai
moment cannot tell. do not thinl
/ had any clear thought save one, an(
that was of what Mr.. Moreton's ans
wer was likely to be. l was far too
blissfully intoxicated by the result o
the interview with Angel to dwell up
on the strangeness of the manner il
which she had met me.
On the following morning, instea'