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

know it is as painful to you, rs to me;
but if you will bear little longer she
must come to her senses
In half an hour after this converse
ton, Mr.. Howard, Emily, and Louisa
Were started on shopping expedition !;
Emily fully determined TO recognize
none of her fashionable friends, ifso un-
fortunate as to meet them; her position
was very much like that ola young child,
who sometimes shuts his eyes. thinking
by so doing he screens himself from oh
servatiOn.
80, papa" cried she earnestly, as
they stopped before a spacious and ele-
CANT store, "this is no place for US"
"And why not, my daughter? Have
not often heard you say you preferred
it TO any in the city-that Mr.. CORTLAND
and clerks were gentlemanlike and ac-
eommodating-an do you not general
ly trade here ?''
The fact was, Mr.. CORTLAND, who was
indeed finished gentleman, had been
charmed with the beauty of Emily, not
less than her well-filled purse, and al
ways foremost fin welcoming her. had
delicately bestowed on her many Ofthose
fiattering attentions so pleasing to the
heart of woman.
As the party entered, Emily skunk
Lehind her father; but Louisa pulled
her sleeve saying,
"0nly look, dear cousin Emily what
lots of pretty things Not much like
the stores up where | live, | can tell you;
why, there they have pork, cheese,
corn, .mOlasses, and Goldfish, besides,thei
calicOes tapes, needles, and what not /;
don't they, uncle Charles? But this is
a much prettier way, all calicoes and
furbelows What an elegant lamp well,
] ncVer!' and she closely inspected the
why, it's really worth
twenty-five cents to come here, if it's
only TO look at the pretty things
Good evening, Miss Howard" said
Mr. CORTLAND, bowling politely, and af-
fecting not to notice her embarrassment;
''are there any goods can show you this
evening"
No, she don't want any" replied
Louisa, stepping forward, but I'd like
10 buy new gown"
The remarks OF country rustic We're
not entirely new to the dealer, and ex-
pericnce had taught self-cOmmand so
without changing countenance, though
he secretly wondered that the fashion
able Emily Howard should have so vul-
gar relation, he courteously asked
"What shall show you, madam I?
silks. delaines-"
Calico, first rate, handsome calico,
interrupted Louisa
Il would like to look at your nice
prints chimed in the affected voice of
a fashionably-a young lady, Ian
guishingly seating herself on a stool by
the side of Louisa, and ungloving her
delicate hand.
The prints were produced, with the
usual recommendation of shop-keepers,
such as new STYLES, elegant patterns,
fast colors, uneXceptionable prints, &c,
addressed alternately to the two inspec-
tors.
prints! printsw said Louisa; Iasked
for Calico
''This is the article, madam gravely
replied Mr. CORTLAND
"Well, that's funny name for calico; ;
but these are not half lively enough !;
why, they look just like my old faded
wash gown, and would do better for my
grandmother than for young girl like
me. | like your real dashy calico, or
prints, "a you call um.N
The young lady lady cast a scornful
look upon the speaker, and gathered her
widespread, costly garments about her
a. if she feared condemnation.
Look here, cousin Emily, continued
Louisa, do tell me what to buy
Assist your cousin in a choice said
Mr.. Howard; and Emily, who had pur-
losely kept at distance, was forced 70
approach.
1t the sound of Mr.. Towards voice
the lady on the stool had raised her
ewes, and Immediately discovered her to
be the aforementioned Mrs. Wilmot's
oldest daughter, and one of most partie-
ular friends. With a formal bow for
Mr.. Howard. and a chilling smile for
Emily. she turned to Mr.. CORTLAND
with-.'I see nothing that quite pleases
me- and then minced out of the store.
80 look Emily" said Louisa, follow
her with her eyes. ''what widdlewad-
die piece of work that girl makes of
walking.
''WhY, Louisa said Mr.. Howard,
that's what they call graceful"
Just about as graceful a our old
ducks. You city folks know nothing of
grace. | only wish YOU could see Mary
Lee, the milk-maid, trip along, that's
all grace-grace without efiOrt-perfect-
~ nQtrul, too
But il will not do for me TO be thus
minute, lest | might worry my readers
Each succeeding day brought new trials
and notifications to Emily; and it APP
reared to her as if her fathers house had
never been so thronged with the fashion
of the city.
Sir Edward Walton spent much time
with them, and it was rumored that he
was paving his addresses to Miss How
ard. In vain did she look for a confirm
alton of the report. She was certain he
was deeply interested in her, and it was
no less certain, that for his sake she
would have renounced an absent, hut
not less worthy lOVer-nOt that she low
ed Sir Edward better, but then he was
the son of rich marquis, and above all
one whom the high-headed WilmOts
We're aspiring or maneuverlng to captl-
vate But, alas for their schemes Sir
Edward was not one to be cntrapped by
art, since his travels in foreign countries,
and his knowledge of the fashionable
world had sickened him of intriguing
mammas or affected misses. True, he was
charmed with Emily's beauty and ac-
complishmen : and, had she appeared
a little, or rather much more naturally
there is no telling what might have
happened. Asst was he had never once
thought of marrying her. So fastidiOus
was he, that his most intimate friends
already accounted him bachelor; and
he, despite his domestic tastes, and adj
miration of women, sometimes feared
lest he should never find the beau ideal
of his Imagination, in which case he
would most assuredly fulfill his friends
The anniversary of Emlyi's birthday
was fast approaching, and sincerely did
she hope that Louisa's visit would be
completed before its arrival. Alas! the
day came round and Louisa was still
there. In the early part of the day she
had occasion to go to Emily's room,
where she found her reclining on a sofa
weeping bitterly.
"Why, dear Emily! ~ She exclaimed,
what can be the matter?',
Emily rudely pushed her away, say
ing, "leave me alone; | am so tired and
unhappy. / do not wish to see you"
"Tired and unhappy! and on your
birthday, too" interrupted Louisa
ompassionately is there nothing l
can do to relieve YOU
''If you could, you would not, said
Emily, passionately.
Louisa was grieved but not offended !;
and in tones of earnestness she sought
to assure Emily of her mistake.
Well, then, supposing | tell you
that you are the cause of my trouble.
II the cause of your trouble. Why,
Emily, what on earth can you mean ~
"But you will be angry, and will go
to papa with it,"
Indeed | will not. Who ever saw