The Vermont transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1864-1870, 1868-01-24

hand in hand, and gazed lovingly,
through the uncertain light, each in
the others face.
q have thought, for some time past,
my dear Dora. that perhaps l might
tell you little story-a little life-his-
tory-whica might interest you. 1
know the story well-ah very we'll
and can tell it truthfully
1t may please your mind for mo-
ment You can think about it, too,
when once again in your rich home,
and can sympathize with the poor
hero, just as I know You sympathize
for poor me, who have no claim upon
you Of whose history of whose com
ing aud going, you know nothing !
Would you, for moment, listen, my
sweet Dora %
GLADLY. Edgar: you know, anything
you may tell me viii charm me. Tell
me Of this poor unfortunate, for whom
you would enlist my sympathy"
Listen then, Dora There lived
in the suburbs of London-I was born
there, too, Dora, and know the truth
Of what | relate-a wealthy family, q
blooded family, the family of Anglers
Sir Christopher was proud. naughty
man, and Lady Anglers was worldly
woman caring for nausht save earth
Iy pleasures and social position. They
had son ' the young mans voice
faltered. but he soon recovered himself,
"This son was the only child of his
parents On him they lavished all
that wealth could command-their
very life was wrapped in that boy
His education was carefully looked af
ter private tdtor. high salaried pre-
ceptors, and -wigged professors
showed their learned visages IN tie
corridors Of Anglers Hall When the
boy was sufficiently advanced. he was
sent to Oxford, where he easily, and
soon, by his high grade Of scholarship,
took the lead in his class. Time roll
ed on, and at the end Of four years the
highest academic honors were confer
red upon him, and be returned to his
princely home, where there was much
feasting and ball-giying in eommera-
ticn of his brilliant success at college.
Very soon, however, a dark cloud was
thrown over that young life, and and
--' the speaker filtered a deep
gloom fell over him. l knew him well,
Dora, aud-and ! loved him WE'LL
Yes, humble teacher as | am nOw-I
once knew Alfred Anglers Well And
how truly did I sympathize with him,
for il the history OF our lives there was
a great similarity a wonderful paral-
lelism. la the neighborhood Of Anglers
Hall was another wealthy fumily--one,
romiuent among the landed gentry,
and noted for its vast wealth. IN this
family, Alice Claverine Che daughter,
was sougl / for by mauy--not for her
self. for sic was honey, entirely lack
ing in amiabiliiy, was spileful and mo-
rose. BY tacit asreem between the
two families. this girl was destined to
be the wife OF the higl-souled, yet gen
tie Alfred Of Anglers. As soon as this
became known to him, his soul revolt
ell against it. Boldly dil he speak
oat before his proud father and impe-
rious mother. lie openly defed them.
A terrible time of battle and confusion
followed, bat the young man was firm
High words ensued ansry denuncia-
tons and wrathful threatenings fell
from the fathers lipe This quarrel
ended - young Noiths voice again
faltered . end by the disinheritance
of that poor boy of his rUde election
from the parental domicile flung in
TO the hard and careless world. with
out shilling in his pocket--without
without God speed you on his
cold, rude way Pardon these tears,
Dora-they flow for one who was very
dear to me.
But Dora's tears were flowing like
ise-that plain. unvarnished story had
awakened to activity the well springs
of her sympathy.
and Edgar, what became of the
poor fellow of poor A hed-have you
heard of him since ,"
Yes, Dora, have. Poor fellow,
despite his rich inheritance, despite
his lofty aim in life, he, too, like me,
alas subsists on the meagre allowance
of parish school master, and for sew
eral years he has led tins life. His pa
rents still live IN their orig nal splen-
dor. unrecking of and uncaring for the
poor boy, who battles so bravely, and
at such odds with adversely
And, Edgar. where is the poor,
unfortunate one, now and under what
name does
Sh sh !" returned the other has
thy, his fingers to his lips. " Some one
approaches, It's late-we must now
part. Rising cautiously. they took
their way noisely towards the highway,
which ran close By.
Edgar North, the schoolmaster of
Arden, came, no one knew whence. -
His half naughty, dignifed manner.
hir air of reserve, his white hands and
scrupulous attention to his person, did
not at first recommend him to the
honest, out-of-the-way people of Ar
den, situated on the rude English
coast-land, far away from the refine
ments of the metropolis, But his very
purity of honor, his undeniable gen
tihty, and his undergraduates Of de.
pertinent, soon gained him friends,
and his evident high learning secured
him the position as the Principal in
the large Female Seminary. \ schol-
ar in that school was Dora Aimonte, a