The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1868-05-08

little altering, one of my dresses might
fit her nicely; and the mits and shoes
must be disposed of, and then | am sure
she will appear quite like lady-no,
not lady, but quite decent, | mean.
But her foolish palaver, that is worse
than all. What can ~ and the poor
girl finding there was so much to be
done, despairingly sObbed herself to
sleep.
The following morning she was awak-
ened TO her troubles by Louisa, who,
without ceremony, entered her sleeping
apartment eXclaiming:
"Heigho asleep yet9 What say you
for walk ?n
Emily would have shaken her off and
resumed her SAUNDERS had not the
thought occurred to her that q walk in
such an hour she would not be apt to
meet any of her fashionable friends f;
and hastily rising she was soon equip
I ped.
Choosing a retired but pleasant ave
nue., she was carelessly proceeding along,
when her attention was arrested by
gentleman, whose elegant figure she
could not mistake 1t was no other
than Sir Edward Walton the very one
whom, above all Others, she dreaded;
and drawing her veil closely over her
Z
noticing him had not Louisa called out:
"Not so fast, Emily! here is the very
same young fellow who was at your
house yesterday. He is walking all
alone, and he looks wishfu ~ if ne
wanted TO go with us. Here, Mr.,
what's your name, we are taking a walk
too, and as YOU are going the same way
why not go with us?'
"With pleasure, replied Sir Edward
biting his lips, Il never refuse the e.
cort of ladies'
How very pretty said Louisa, and
n he smilingly extended his icWellcd
hand, their eyes met.
But, Notwithstanding the part she
was playing, she wa. extremely modest,
and her eyes fell, while modest blush
Overspread her check, which was beau
tiful in the eyes of Sir Edward, although
he could not explain such susceptibility
from one who would hail a stranger and
ask him to walk with her Atali events
thought he, such mingling of simplicity
and mOdesty is rare and therefore in
teresting, and just for noyelty's sake he
resolved to pursue her acquaintance and
endeavor to draw her cut
In vain he sought to engage Miss
Howard in conversation; she was 80
panied and embarrassed She could reply
Louisa chatted on right merrily, appa-
rently entirely unconscious of the uOu-
bles she was giving her companion.
As they advanced into open space Sir
Edward passiOnately called the atten-
ton of the ladies to the rising orb of day
tinging with rich golden hues the east
ern horizon.
"Tis very pretty, family replied Emf
ly, while Louisa, betrayed into forget
fulness by her passionate love of thesub-
lime, warmly reiterated.
pretty how tame the expression
1t is sublimely beautiful, Look again.
dear Emily, what work of art can equal
natures sweet adornings? How rich,
how glorious are the varied hues and
shades -
For moment she gazed, lost in adj
miration, while Sir Edward viewed
with surprise, and an interest amount
ing almost To tenderness, her intellec-
tual face, beaming with poetic enthusi
asm of her feelings. As she turned her
soul-lit eyes upon him, his tender gaze
recalled her senses, and again her eyes
fell and a deep blush Overspread her
cheeks.
Emily was no less surprised than Sir
Edward, and pleased that she had made
a favorable impression on his mind
though she believed il nf0mentarYl she
half resolved to let pride alone, love her
for what she was, and independently
brave public opinion. But alas pride
had gained too strong hold upon her
heart; and during the reception Of
morning callers she found herself a.
much annoyed a. on the previous day
Immediately after dinner she took the
arm of Louisa and drawing her away,
said:
Come, let Us 90 to the dressing-room
and prepare for evening
'SYou don't mean for me to prepare
said Louisa, cycling herself with a look
OF satisfaction II have got on my best
and am sure | look pretty and she
placed herself before the mirror. ''Did
you see that young fellow that walked
up with us, stare at me? | know he was
pleased.
"You look well for the country, but
city people dress differently, and when
YOU are with them YOU should try to imi-
tate them both in dress and manners,
lest, by singularity you might attract
too much attention.
II have no sort Of objections to attract
ing attention, replied Louisa, drily.
"Well, then, to please me, viii you
not allow the dressing maid to fix your
hair a little more like mine?' implored
/ Emily.
Just as YOU please but then, if it
should not be becoming, it must lie re-
fitted and all that trouble will have been
for nothing
Never mind the trouble, and | well
know you viii be satisfied"
AS the maid removed the comb, and
unbound her shining tresses, Emily
gazed in establishment, ever and anon
exclaiming:
"What pity to confine such splendid
hair! Only look, Celia, did you ever
see anything one-half so beautiful
and beautiful indeed did she look to the
delighted Emily, when its arrangement
was tastefully completed.
CAV, nOw,N said Emily, you look
sweetly." and with All air of condescen-
sion she for the first time kissed her,
adding, II shall be quite proud OF YOU"
and then, as if a new idea had occurred
| to her, although in reality she had been
! bordering ii all the morning, she eX-
! claimed, "oh, Celia! if we could only
| dress alike. and, indeed we can, for
| there are my two blue dresses, exactly
| alike. only one is silk and the other is
! cashmere. Go bring them immediate
| ". 'Tis romantic idea.p
AS Celia departed, Louisa, who had
| oeen twisting her head before tne mir
ror, turned, and in dissatisfied voice
said
"What botch Celia has made of my
hair, | did not like to say it to her, for
she took such pains but I've no notion
| of wearing it, not l..
In vain Emily eXpostulated; with
provoking gravity, and quite show of
impatience, she gathered it up i'll its
former style, mounted hen big comb and
artificial curles, and arranged the fillet
and bow.
"There, now" said she, "don't you
think it looks better and far more be-
comig? ?"
II am sure it does not, !" seornfully re-
piled Emily, while tears of vexation
! filled her eyes. at is ridiculous in the
extreme, nothing like style about it,"
"Who cares for style said Louisa con-
tempously, " nobody but city folks, who
cover their features with their hair till
they look like monkeys, cramp up their
feet. squeeze their insides out, tie hump
ofcotton wool on their backs, and then
because il is fashionable, think they
look first rate. and really despise lady
from the country who has sufficient in
dependence to wear what best becomes