Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1868-02-05

Tom Darling had pulled the wires rather
conspicuously to gain his lierifenapcy. she
hastencd to change the subject. MARY
Breutf3rd Would like to add him to her
list Of copquests, but she Will never sue
ceed Do see her smile up at him in ber
wiuuing way. aud it makes 10 more i'm.
preston upon him than if he were a
rock y ME.. ~ iTs 6sss se
He hasn't any heart at all, ! believe, =
said Ella. certainly he must have sur
rendered long ago if be had. The way
the girls have laid siege 10 him is firly
amusing, t.44e ia s8i 81
Il never cotld fall in love with such q
man." SAID Jeunie, yet be interests me
wonderfully. There is something 50 NO.
bic about him, aud YET so sad. How |
wish knew his history .
just what the gossips Of the place had
said over and over again, but thus far all
their pryibg had been in vain. Guy
Steinway was not the man to open his
heart lor the h,neG .! the public. One
year ha3 he lirtd ana moved aud had
his being, IN this lively village, but tho
all mad learned to like and respect him.
DO one had dared question him ninutely
concciuing his past life aud experience
There was something about the man
which kept iuquisltiveness at respectful
dis,auce.
ave must have some more music
Where is Grace Stoddaid and Nettie
B-?"i5 tai 800 1
The youthful hostess went iu search of
her through th,gay company, hnuing her
1t last one of social haifdczen in Il re-
cessed window seat "Comr, Gracle we
want one of your songs. now; you have
gwen precedeuce TO your elders long
eucugh y a" '' H..
Give US something. now. can't you =
said stylish Miss Mortou. Tsunelhing
you learned while you were away I've
heard enough 0! the Star. Spangled Ban
ner SORT for ouc evening. aaa. ! 20
J''Aud not all about dying soldiers ci.
ther, | beg of you. Miss Grace" petition
cd u laughing blue coat. "thcre's stelnway
over there. rather enjoys the idea Of be
ing shot at, believe; but for us ordinary
mortsls, we'd rather faucy some more
pleasant, contingency" with comical
shtug of the shoulders, as Ihc ladies de-
plrted Tor TIE piano. Af ga ;Jtia
Guy steiaway was still talking With
Mary Brsptford. ih,hat provoking y care
less yet quite irresistible way Of his, and
still idly continued the conversation, as
Grace took her seat at the piano aud ar
ranged herself in her futteriDg httlc7way.
She was rightly named Grace; every
,aoveihent was ar'ess aud unstudied and
yet the perfect embodiment OF grace Itself.
Her fingers tiuttered idly over the keys
for few moments as she delberatcd with
Nellie b.. what TO sing Grace had a
remarkably clear, sweet voice and as she
suug only for the amusement of herself
aud friends. she had never spoiled Its
clearness eud purity by spreechiug at oPe
ca airs and lmpossibly hieh so!os.5 l3 q
The deiiberatiou ended, she suddenly
struck the keys with such a iirp touch
as showed her mistress in The art aud The
messy room grew quiet at once. Every
body liked to hear Grace StcddaId sing
II was clear iull prelude. rich aud j1y-
ous, melting down At length into an ac.
com pahioGut. ike the distant tiukie Of
silver bell and to the accompaniment
she sang. with warmth and fervor that
nadS every word reality:
1.-The merry bells shall ring, 3
G Eveline Eyelino ss sns
The joyous birds will sing,
Eveline Eveins
You smile, but you shall wear.
OranSs blossoms in your hair iai
gp Eteline Eveiihe (! F,ehne y
The interloLe. took up tie faillJ tn
!pufhant strain, ,prolooging. with rich va.
riaticns It's sweetness. then growing more
calm aud quiet, It glided presently Into a
calm aiil monrnfdl cadence and The sweet
voice now ineAprsssiblJ soft and sad, took
Dp the secbud siatzO while in The sccori-
paniment. yba coald hear OILY the SLOW
tolling Of funeIal bell f.f
"Ah me tho BELLS have rupg, "a 81
a'tF Evtiine E,eIins Eveline!
600 Ihejoyous birds have sung. ''
4.Il Eyelinel E,ebnel Evelinel q is
But cypress leaf and rue p sJ
Make sorry wreath for you,
ttH Ho Evelinef Eveins. Eveline."
The last word was prolonged ID sub
lubd miner key. which, the instrument
taking up.atseemed to repest again aud
again. the. sound dying at length into a
plaintive sobbipg cadenee--the instru.
lnent was ssilLi Grace rose fem her seat;
but an eager crowd pressed around her
with their ddigBttd cxclamationa. ana