The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1866-07-06

naughtinesses for the future, and was
now to be admitted into society ratb-
err as useful and peaceful member
than as the dangerous being she had
proved before.
But Madam Opportunity will rarely
letus persevere in we'll doing even five
most earnestly wish to do SO. ] say
Mdddn' Opportunity, for L am certain
that she must be woman, from the
quantity of mischief she contriyes to
do, and most certainly she caused my
heroine to stumble and falter griev-
ously in the path of rectitude she was
treading
The same stage coach which had
borne her to her uncle's door, stopped
there, early one pleasant July evening,
and deposited gentleman, at the
sight OF whom Miss Lucy uttered q
little scream of delight, and vanished
rapidly from the room. Miss May,
very naturally, looked after her, and
seeing her in the arms of the stranger
at the open door, thought it only pru-
dent to beat a retreat. Coming back
from a long walk, and friendly call
or two on her village friends, she
paused at the garden gate of the
farmhouse just as the nine o'clock bell
rang out from the church upon the
green. The moon rode high in n
calm and quiet sky-a single cloud
was floating near it, and as May
leaned upon the gate, watching it and
the beauty of the sylvan scene, the
words of the poet rose unbdden to her
mind:
'still unchanged will be
The scene, tho hour the mOonlit cloud
On which looked with theel'
Getting sentimental in my old
age J" she said with a light laugh.
chat will be q fine table for my
friends in New York" And she put
her hand behind her to unfasten the
latch.
Another hand touched her own
low voice said, "Allow me-" and the
gate was opened for her. Miss May
looked up in the face of the stranger
of the stage coach her cousin Lucy S
promised husband. He stood courte-
ously holding the gate open for her
to pass, and the moonlight shown full
upon his uncovered head, and soft,
dark brown hair A hand seemed
suddenly laid upon her heart as she
gazed, and yet it was by no means so
beautiful face as to have attracted
the notice of connOisseur like herself.
A Ii hot
iona low, broad brow an outline of
face more square than oval-a chin
whose determined character was
scarcely relieved by the beauty of its
dimple-a firm closed mouth, shaded
by dark brown moustache-a worn,
almost exhausted expression and. A
pair Of blue eyes, set deep bena&h
overhanging brows, and shaded51&
dark lashes, this was all she sawX
the face Of Eugene Grammcnt Hh]l
yet how much it was to her. ShaSh8
not speak, nor did he. The dark gray
eyes looked steniily for one moment
into the blue ones, then dropped and
turned away. Miss May, with cour-
teous bow. passed on into the house.
Mr. Grammont glanced up at the sky
with an intensely thoughtful express
sion, stroked his moustache, lit his CT
gar, and remained by the gate, smok-
ing, for more than half an hour
When he went in at last he was
formally introduced to his future
cousin, who was yehemently asserting
her sleepiness, and showing her in
tention of making speedy retreat to
bed. To bed she soon went, accord
ingly, and Lucy, sitting down beside
her lover for few last good night
words, found him more absent mind
ed and silent than usual, a thing which,
as she pettishly sighed to herself, was
entirely and utterly needless. BY and
by, she to sought her couch, but not
before she had visited her cousin,
who began to brush away at her HAIR
more vigorously the instant she heard
the light knock of Lucy at her bed
room door
Miss May, for wonder, was most
undeniably cross, and snubbed poor
Lucy numerically about her lover,
averring that he was as stupid as he
was plain, and that it was useless to
talk to her of him or his PROJECTIONS
for one single instant. Yet strange to
say, the face that haunted her vision
all that night, the eyes that sought
her own-it was the face, they were
the eyes of Eugene Grammont.