Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-04-13
" Perfectly HcartleSs. "

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Protty2 yes, rather pretty, but perfectly
heartless said old Mrs Holmes TO DR.. Stan.
/ ley, with whom she was conversing at a large,
brilliant party.
Heartess with that sensitive mouth, and
those eyes, so full Of expression said the gen.
tleman musing'y.
don't admire her style Of beauty at all.
She looks like wax doll, and her hcartless-
ness is provorbial. Since her uncle left her
so wealthy, she has had lovers BY the score,
aud hrts with every one. Why, look at her
now
DR.. Stanleys eyes followed the dire tion
in which the lady waved her fan, and rested
on the central figure Of group around the
piano. 1t was a lady, young and fair with a
tall exceedingly graceful figure pure greek
features, and large blue eyes. Her hair was
short, but the soft, full curls made lovely
frame for the fair face. Her dress was Of a
dark lace and twisted amongst the brown
curls were deep crimson flowers, with dark
green leaves, and on the snowy throat and
arms gittered blood-red rubies She was con.
yersing quietly with knot of gentlemen, and
Mr.. Stanley sauntered over to the group
Miss Marston, said one gentleman what
has become Of Harold Graham
The tiny hands swept over the ivory keys
Of the grand piano, in the measure Of brill
liant waltz and another in the group, supposing
Miss Marsion did not hear the question, said
Pawned his dress coat, l guess, and can't
appear
He was wretchedly poor, said third.
L L - l. ..
three weeks since he disappeared, said an
other.
Al | hope not, said Miss Marston, we
want his tenor for cur next musical soiree.
1t would be too provoking for him to commit
suicide
Mrs. Holmes was right, thought the doctor
she is perfectly heartless Poor Harold
He turned from the piano, but stopped as
the full, rich voice broke out into song. Miss
Marston was singing Schubert's Last Greet
ing, and into the mourniu words she poured
such wailing energy, and deep pathos that
group after group, in the large rooms, ceased
their gay converse to listen to the music.
Can she sing so without heart or feelng2
muttered the doctor, again drawing nearer
the place
Eva said young lady, as the last note of
the song died away, Eva play polka, won't
you?
A contemptuous smile quivered for a mo-
ment on Eva Marstons lips then nodding
good naturedly, she dashed off into lively
polka, which soon melted the group round
the piano into merry dancers and Dr.. Stan
ley with the rest
The next morning Miss Marston sat in her
room writing a letter Peep over her shoul-
der at one sentence; "All hollow, all heart
less. Miriam You blame me for flirting
you are not here to see how they follow me
merely for my money, not one true heart
amongst them all. There was one, Harold
-n
a knock at the door interrupted her.
Come in and woman enters with a large
basket of washing
Good morning said Eva pleasantly. How
is Terrence this morning2
Oh! Miss its beautiful he is to-day Sure,
marin, I'm sorry ye had to wait so long for
the wash.
Never mind that How could you wash
with that poor little fellow so sick2
Sure, Miss, its many one expects their
NluAANHs NlNh VI M1AA bhi 10 ~ IL lIIil hllAluG
up all the day playing with the toys ye sint
him, and Pat, that | kept home from school,
a miuding him?
How many pieces Mary said Eva, taking
out her purse.
Oh Miss you don't owe Mary Ginnis a
clint. There's the doctor ye left the money to
pay, and the wood ye sint, and praties and
milk, and the money ye gave me last week
sure Miss it's in your debt am for washing
the rest Of your life.
What gave Terrence has nothing to do
with my washing bill, said Eva, rapidly count
ing the pieces. There, and she took the pie
ces from her purse, that is eighty
Miss Eva, said Mary, and then stopped
Well, Mary.
Sure Miss, you do SO much good with your
money, am ashamed to tell you
Tell me what2
Well, Miss it's about the young man that's
rinted my room. Ye mind where the widder
died last fall. He came week back, Miss
and he never came down stairs for three days
back, SO this morning ! wint up, and he's sick
with fever, out of his head entirely, Miss
If you would come, now.
Wait Mary, I'll go with you.
He's dreadful poor, | guess, Miss; for it's
starving little furniture nothing but bed
and table aud chairs, and no thrunk at all,
but bit of carpet-bag.
Throwing of her rich silk wrapper, Eva
put on a dark gray dress and cloak, and added
a close silk bonnet, with thick veil.
Come, Mary aud the two left the house
together
In low, close room, on a pallet bed, lay
Mary Ginnis' boarder. The face, against
the coarse ticking pillow, was such as one
iancies for that Of his favorite poet. The
hair was dark, waving over broad, white
forehead, and the deep set eyes were hazel,
large and full, and the features delicate. |
Usually the face was pale, but now it was
crimson with fever. The eyes, too, fierce aud
wild. But even with all this, that face was
beautiful with an almost unearthly beauty. |
Into that poor, low room, Eva came like
saving angel. She gave one glance at the
invalds face, aud then crossed the room to
his side.
Eva said the sick man, Eva
lie knows me, she murmured, drawing back. |
But the young man moaned her name again,
and then broke forth in wild, delirious ra-
wings.
Mary, said Eva, send Patrick to me!
win find pencil and paper.
Mary left the room, Eva turned to the ta-
bic to find paper and pencil. She wrote hasty
n ties. One was to her housekeeper for pill
lows and sheets. The other was 10 DR.. STAN
ley, who did not guess the friend who sent
him so much practice among the poor patients,
and saw that he was well paid.
HAVING disnatcked Patrick with tho notes