Rutland weekly herald. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1859-1877, 1870-03-17
Perfectly HenrtIess.

Heartless with that sensitive mouth,
and those eyes, SO full OF expression, said
the gentleman musingly.
/ don't admire her style of beauty at
iau. She looks like wax doll, and her
heartiiness is proverbial. Since her uncle
left her so wealthy, she has had lovers By
The score, and firts with every one.
Why, look at her now
Dr.. Stanley's eyes followed the direc-
ton in which the lady waved her fan,
aud rested on the central figure OF group
around the piano. 1t was lady, young
and fair, with tall, exceedingly grace
full figure, pure Greek features, and large
blue ewes. Her hair was short, but the
soft full curls made lovely frame for
the fair face. Her dress was of dark
lace. and twisted amongst the brown
curls were deep crimson flowers, with
| dark green leaves, and on the snowy
throat and arms glittered blood-red ru-
bies. She was conversing quietly with a
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 a brilliant waltz, and another group,
supposing Mrs. Marston did not hear the
question, said
Pawned his dress coat, I guess, and
can't appear.
He was wretchedly poor, said a third.
Perhaps he has committed. suicide; ii
is three weeks since he disappeared, said
another.
Oh hope not, said Miss Marston, we
want his tenor for our 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
Last Greeting" and into the -mournful
words she poured such wailing energy,
and deep pathos, that group after group,
in the large rooms, ceased their gay con-
verse to listen to the music.
| Can she sing SO without heart or feel
| ing muttered the doctor, again drawing
nearer the place.
Eva, said a young lady, as the last note
of the song died away, Eva, play polka,
won't you.
A contemptuous smile quiyered for q
moment on Eva Marston's lips then nod
ding good naturally, she dashed off into
lively polka, which soon melted the
group around the piano into merry dane
ers; and DIR. Stanley went with the rest.
The next morning Miss Marston sat In
her room writing letter. Peep over her
shoulder at one sentence: GAIL hollow,
all heartless. Miriam! You blame me
for flirting; you are not here to see how
they follow me merely for my money, not
one true heaart amongst them all. There
was one, Harold"
A knock at the door interrupted her.
Come in and woman enters with g
| large basket of washing.
Good morning, said Eva, pleasantly.
| How is Terrence this morning?
Oh Miss, its beautiful he is to-day
Sure, marin, Pm sorry ye had to wait so
long for the wash.
Never mind that. How could you wash
with that poor little fellow so sick
Sure, Miss, its many one expects thei1
clothes, sick or we'll and isn't it Terry
sitting up the day playing with the toys
ye STINT him, and Pat, that L kept home
from school, a minding him.
How many pieces, Mary said Eva
taking out her purse.
Oh Miss, you don't owe Mary Ginni'
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
I am for washing the rest of your life.
What I gave Terrence has nothing to
do with my washing bill, said Eva, rap.
idly counting the pieces. There, and
she took the price from her purse, that Ii
eighty.
Miss Eva, said Mary, and then stopped
Well, Mary?
Sure, Miss, you do so much good will
your money, am ashamed to tell you
Tell me what
Well, Miss, it's about the young mar
that's rinted my room. Ye mind wher'
the wilder died last fall. He come
week back, Miss, and he never came dowr
stairs for three days back, so this morning
I wint up, and he's sick with fever, on
of his head entirely, Miss. If you would
come, now.
"Wait Mary, I'll go with you.
i He's dreadful poor, guess, Miss; 10
it's starving little furniture nothing bu
a bed and a table and a chair, and n
thrunk at all, but bit of a carpet-bag.
Throwing off her rich silk wrapper
Eva put ON a dark gray dress and cloak
and added a close silk bonnet with a thicl
? veil.
Come, Mary and the two left the hous
together.
In low, close room, on pallet bed
lay Mary Ginnis' boarder. The face
against the coarse ticking pillow, wa
such as one fancies for that of his favor
lite poet. The hair was dark, wavin,
over a broad. white forehead, and the dee
set eyes We're hazel, large and full, ant
the features delicate. Usually the fac
was pale. bat now it was crimson wit
fever. The eyes, too, fierce and wild
But even with all this, that face wa
beautiful with an almost unearthy beau
ty. Into that poor, low room, Eva cam
like saving angel. She gave one glanc
at the invalid's face, and then crossed til
room to his side.
Eva said the sick man, Eva.
He knows me, she murmured, DRAWN
back. But the young man moaned he
name again, and then broke forth in viii
delirious savings.
Mary, said Eva, send Patrick to me
! will find pencil and paper.
!, Mary left the room, and Eva turned I
the table TO find paper and pencil Sh
= wrote hasry notes. One WAS 10 her nous,
keeper for pillows and sheet. The othe
was to DR.. Stanley, who did not guess til
friend who sent him so much practic
among the poor patience, and saw that h
} was well paid.
Having dispatched Patrick with Ii
notes, Eva tried to make the desolat
room more home-like. Lifting from tn
table q waist-coat, something droppc
from the pockets to the floor. She pickle
3 it up. 1t was small miniature case, opel
| and painted on the ivory was Eva Marston
face.
A smile, gentle and plying, came I
her lips.
He did love me, then, really! Reall