Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1870-10-05

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have everythingsbeautiful about me-"
"The gossamer web shining in the sun
is beautiful, but the tempest bears it
away and leaves no trace of what was
once so fair" said father, as he laid his
land on her head
eyes, | know" she answered. gaily;
but the brave little spinner can weave an
Qthar delicate WEB on the ruin of every
castle and straightway build a nober"
"With ever thread runs the life Of the
weaver, do not spin your web beyond your
strength, my daughter"
"Do not look so solemn, father, I mean
to sing all my life long morrily as my
bird" she did not know that the gay
songster had his time of silence.
Two years came and went. Margie i'm
proved wonderfully. We could not help
a feeling Of pride as we saw the admiring
eyes Of our friends rest upon her. Of
late she had spoken Of certain Paul
Clifford who was boarding in the village
where Mr.. Ormond lived. He was a
young Engllshman--a tourist, and had
been facinated by the charming scenery
of the country town. So he told Mr.. Or
mond, and made so fair a representation
of himself and family connections, that
Mr.. Ormond, favorably impressed, invi-
ted him to his house, and presented him
to the young ladies. "lIei is justmy ideal
Of vi at the old knights were, said Mar
gle, as she sat on the roof outside the win
dow one night in midsummer. 80 grace
full in his bearing; so handsome in person.
You have no idea how much manlier he is
than the men we have known, Faith"
The moonbeams fell full upon my face.
She must have seen the expression it wore,
for she said quickly, 81 do not mean more
manly than fathers, there's no one better
than he, you know" | had no thought Of
father then. Paul Clifford and his rcla-
tion to my darling troubled me.
"Have you seen much of him ?" |
asked,
90 yes," she said leaning her face up
on her hand, and looking up to the stars
as if reading her destiay there. ''lIe is
fine singer, and Mrs. Ormond has al
lowed us to practice duets together Oh
yes, | have a seen agreat deal of him. -
The latter part of the sentence she uttered
in low tone as if to herself "Faith, "
she said, after few moments silence, 'he
is coming to see you and father
"He will not fud much of interest here" "
[ said, more as a question than an affirm
alton. -.......
"No, "She answered yacantly; then
stepped in from the window and sat down
upon the stool at my feet. ......-
"Faith," she said taking my hand and
laying it on her unbound hair, "could you
bear to have me love any one as well as l
do you and father ?" ..-..
"Oh, Marge" | cried, "you do not
love this Paul Clifford, this adventurer !!
You are only girl, scarce eighteen; you
do not know your own mind"
Lifting herself to her feet and thr owing
back her heavy hair, she said, ~ have a
womans heart, Faith. and | love Paul
Clifford. He is no adventurer, but no.
bic man. have promised to leave all for
him if need be-" f .....
O, Margie " could say no more, the
blow had fallen so suddenly.
eyes" she continued, II have prom
ised to leave all for love of him but that
will never be. You will see him, and you
will not wonder | love him. Long ago
| told you had found my hero. Why
were you not prepared ?"
81 saw Paul Clifford, and wondered
Margie loved MIN. He was handsome,
and his brow and eye revealed intellect /;
but the expression of his mouth, the cold
smile ever playing upon his lips, the inde-
Unable something in his manners, impress
sed me strongly against him. A man who
would never be a martyr in any cause,
one who would always tenderly care for
himself, would have been my mental con-
clusion if / had met him as a stranger.
Now, | thought, he is one who can never
make Margie truly happy. ] can never
forget the jets of light that arrow-like
eaped from his eye when, with that icy
smile upon bis lips, he said when presen-
ted to me, $50 this is the immaculate sis
ter Faith" eyes this is Faith, my dar-
ling sister," said Margie stepping from his
side to mine. 0 Margie, how often have
| thought of that movement of yours
Was it prophetic? orm Ia,
Father did not see Paul Clifford with
my eyes. He saw only the accomplished
man and was pleased 1t would be use
less to tell how | plead with my sister