Vermont daily transcript. [volume] (St. Albans, Vt.) 1868-1870, 1868-07-31

impaIlcnt anger; ,.;Ii., or
she cried. as the girl entered. "You
will have TO send after il, and apologize
to the company, for | will not be u's-
appointed 3,
"You shall not, my lady; here IT Is.
She snatched the package eagerly, an"
began to tear Off the wrapping.
"To think that | must be kept waiting
in this manncr.u she continued. "
wont put up with it--they shan't have
another stitch of my work"
"My mother finished the dress az soon
as she could,n Lizzie said, advancing TO
the door of the drawing-room. on
only sent it on Wednesday my mO,h'r
had to work day and night to get II dohte
rs soon as she did-and she's sick, too.
II can't help that Pm not TO be kept
waiting. Here, assist me noW-doesn
the dress look superbly? told mamma
how it would make up. WHAT shai
wear d.? Let me sce--thc NalcnclenncS
collar and the diamOnd-Whcre Is II :"
The maid raised the lid OF q mother OF
pearl casket that stood upon the dress
ing-casc, disclosing brooch OF rare &c
vice. set with a single diamond OF such
magnificent size and splendor that the
whole room seemed abiazc with dazzllhg
reflections. Miss DorWcnt'a fine eyes
flashed with triumph and gratliicatlon.
"That's il, Lucille, nothing could ne
more elegant than that splendid soil
taire. Come, now, dress me quickly"
The girl stepped forward to shut the
door, but Lizzie put her aside.
"Niss Dcrwent," he said, zone mo-
ment, if YOU please let me have the
money you owe my mother. | would
not ask for it if we were not in such ur-
gent need"
Miss Dcrwent made an impatient
guesture. Lucille, will you close the
door and dress me, or ann TO be kept
waiting all night? | will send the
money tomorrow don't trouble me
now.O
Lizzie pressed in as she made her APP
peal, and stood beside the drcssing-case,
her hand resting upon the casket mat
contained the Jewel. It's lustre caught
her attention, and looking down upon
it. a swift thought shot through her
mind. Was it just that Isabel DerWcnt
should have so much and she so little ?
What untold Joy and comfort the value
of that one bauble would bring to her
mother and little Tom! But then came
the old command, which had been
taught herat the Sabbath School, "Thou
shalt not covet Thy neighbor's goods"
and she put the thought from her mind.
Miss Derwent turned upon her red with
anger,
"Didn't ] tell you not to trouble me
tonight? Pm too late now. Put her
out, Lucille, and dress me ut once, or
will discharge you this Instant
Lucille caught up the velvet robe, and
Lizzie turned away in despair Descend
ing the stairs the wearer of the heavy
overcoat confronted her.
"EXcuse mc-but may 1 ask II Miss
Derwent paid you?" he said abruptly.
Lizzie's eyes were dim with tears OF
disappointment but she flashed an
amused glance at this fellows bearded
face, and then answered candidIy:
"No sir, she did not"
He stood silent a moment still bar
ring her way; and then he drew out his
pocketbook, which like his overcoat
was very heavy.
"Iittie girl ~ he said, hcsitatingly
twill you let me pay your bill?'
But Lizzie shot by him like an arrow
her heart was too proud 10 accept his
offer. He looked after her, and she dis
appeared down the long hall, with hal
sigh.
Poor little thingp he mmmured
land what face she hast remind,
me of Raphaels Madonna. And Belle
Derwent, with her many thousands
could not find penny to pay her. III
not forget that"
Lizzie ran until she reached the sire ct
and felt the sharp sting of the ice against
her feet. Then she thought of hel
mother and little Tom. How could she
go back to them with nothing? She
stopped, looking back at the blazing
windows, and half regretting that she
did not accept of the gentlemen's kind
ness. What would become Of them al
that dreary night without food or fuel
and poor Tom so hungry forhis sausage
She stood quite still for moment o.
two in deep thoughts then she crossed
over to lamp, and drawing Il slender
gold chain from her bosom, examined
it closely. Years before, when she was
wee girl, with violet eyes and glossy
curls, her father gave it to heras birth
day gift, and the tiny locket, suspend
ed from it contained his miniature. II,
was dead, and it was very hard to par
with this precious memento--the very
thought of it made her sob outright
But she could not let her sick mothe
sit III that chill room all night without
the cup of tea she had craVed all daY
And poor little face seemed to rise IN
before her eyes. 1t was the only treas
ure she possessed on earth but it mus
go. She removed il from her neck ant
started Off at rapid pace, clutching i
in her hand. She would sell it, but heI
mother and Tom should never know
and by-and-by, may be, she might raise
money enough to redeem it.
She paused, flushed and breathless, a
the door ola fashionable jewelry store
The windows We're radient with pre-
cious gems, and everything looked 50
bright and wonderful that the poor Cir
was half afraid to go in. She Leaned
against the windows, striving TO recover
her courage, when heavy hand was
laid on her arm.
"Not so fast, my pretty bird !" said
gruff voice you must come with me. ,