The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1867-06-25

10 Nlsll lhe Lazy oil Larose merely out OF
curiosity"
EDO SO, Victor perhaps something
may come OF it. Good by"
a few days after this conversation,
Victor put on the best suit of clothes that
his sCanty wardrobe contained, and pro.
ceeded to visit the Lady of Larose He
did not 90 at once to the house, but wan.
dered about the grounds, delighted with
the beauty of the scene. A new surprise
met him at every turn. In one place he
came TO little rivulct running through
the grassy turf, which was gemmed with
a thousand flowers. Here hc came across
Il grotlo, whose cool reccsscs woocd him
TO enter. In another place he saw a
fountain of water sparkling in the sun.
light. lie reached the nowery eminence.
which was adorned with a pavilion so
delicatcly constructed that it might have
the work of fairy hands. Around and
about the spot gorgeous phcasants and
stately peacocks walked with pompous
steps. At last his eyes rested OIL the
crownirg glory of the scene-the superb
villa of Larose.
Victor advanced with hesitating steps
to the magnificent porch, where he was
met by servant, who politely invited
/ him TO walk into the house Entering
the saloon, the poor young man was
amazed at the splendid display. lie
began to repent of his presumption in
daring TO offer himself as sutur to the
/ posscssor OF such wealth he dreaded to
meet the Lady Of Larose, and thousand
times he wished himself back iu his poor
chamber.
Willie occupied with the thought the
/ door opened and Emile Lamont entered.
Victor arose and bowed az she came for
ward, without raising his eyes to her face.
| With voice as sweet as angels, when
welcoming souls to ciysan bliss, she adj
dressed him, and on the subject which Is
always intere. ting to every mani himself
"May I ask whether you are Monsieur
st. Auhyn, the poet :"
do not know, Madcmoisclc, whc-
tier deserve the name of poet, but |
plead guilty to publishing volume of
verse year ago, which brought but little
fame and less money
Your beautiful book should have
secured you both"
Am to understand that Malcmoi-
scllc Lamont has read my little book 20
Il have read and admire it over anl
over again, and if all the world were like
me, your book would have made you
famous"
If all the world were like You, this
wcrld would he Il paradise" cried Victor,
ovcrjoycd to hear his neglected book
praised.
'Looh at me, Monsieur St Aubyn, is
paradise composed of such -
Victor rai,el his eyes to her face those
lips were indeed hldeods, but from them
had come words of praise ana encourage.
mcnt 10 cheer lin onward on lis effort
to reach Fape's proud temple. Those
checks were thin and yellow, but perhaps
they had glowed with enthusiasm over
III, poetry.
"lf You will cxcus, me-. Mademoisellc.
will lay that the Louris are not quite so
plain
"Don't mincc matters. Monsieur St.
Aahyn-my glass tells the truth and
want you TO do Likewise"
"i'"t, Mademolscllc.i it is not customary
for gent emcn to speak 50 plainly to ladies
about their pcls 'nal appearance"
"MonsIeur Victor ST. Aubyn. want
you to understand once for all, that En-
lie Lamont is not ike other women
Therefore do not hesitate TO say what Won
think of me"
"Wcll, then, if you insist upon it,
can only say that You are bitter 4gB d"
"Btter ugly like that, indeed that
is quite relreshing-bittcr ugy-very
good ~ cried Emile, with laugh as
sweet and Musical as a silver bell.
Il am glad my plain longuage has not
offended you. 1t is certainly venturng
upon rather dangerous ground to tell a
lady that she is ugly"
r.c y! ~ ,ar must Z wdn Treemcmber that ON NOT
Emile rang tie bell and ordcre the
servant to have every thing arranged in
the blue room.
"lou have a harp, Malemoi.clle, do
you play and sing? ?" asked Victor, draw
Ing her attention to a superb instrument
in one corner OF the room.
''Sometines, to while away a weary
hour"
"Will you favorme with some music p
he asked, handing her the harp.
"Wiih pleasure" said Emile. lightly
touching the strings, and cliciting strains
that might have come from the inspired
fingers of St. Cecilia. "What shall |
s!ngl"
"Your lavoriic; l am sure what pleascs
you will please me-"
'Ihank you. Listen" And Emile
sang one OF his own little songs with Il
voice swcctly pathetic.
Victor was deeply ah; cted, and when
the last sad notes had died away, "AIad-
emoisclle, thank you on my knees for
your sweet kindness in singing that and
calling it your favorite"
As he spoke door at the lower end
OF the room glided back, displaying an
inner apartment arranged for rcpast.
Monsieur, will you partakc of some
Iruit which is served in the next room ?"
"Tnanh YOU" said Victor rising, and
offering Emile his arm TO escort her to