Orleans independent standard. [volume] (Irasburgh, Vt.) 1856-1871, 1870-04-12

The prints were produced with the
usual concentrations of shopkeepers,
each as new styles, elegant patterns,
fast colors, unexceptionable prints,
&C., addressed alternately to the two
inspectors.
"Prints! printsr' said Louisa, al
asked for calico"
"Tnis is the article, madam" grave
ly replied Mr.. Courtland.
Well, that's funny name for cal
leo. But these are not half lively en-
ough why they look just like my old
faded wash gown, and would do bet
ter for my grandmother than for a
young girl like me. | like your real
dashy calico Or prints as you call
EN-"
The young lady cast scornful look
upon the speaker, and gathered her
widespread, costly garments about her
as if she feared contamination.
Look here, cousin Emily, "contin- "
ued Louisa, " do tell me what to buy
assist your cousin in a choice,
said Mr.. Howard; and Emily. who
had purposely kept at distance, was
forced to approach.
At the sound of Mr.. Howard's voice
the lady on the stool had raised her
eyes, and Immediately discovered her
to be the before mentioned Mrs. Will
mot's eldest daughter, and one of her
most particular friends. With for
NAL smile for Howard, and a chilling
smile for Emily, she turned to Mr.
Courtland with-"I see nothing that
quite pleaSes me" and then minced
out of the store.
30 look, EmiIy!' said Louisa, fol-
lowing her with her eyes, " what wild
dle-waddle piece of work that girl
makes Of walking"
Why, Louisa said Mr.. Howard,
smiling, that is what they call grace
full"
Just about as graceful as our old
ducks. You city folks know nothing
Of grace. only wish you could see
the milk maid trip along; that's all
grace grace without efort-perfect.
ly natural, too"
But it will not do for me to be thus
minute, lest | might weary my read
ers. Each succeeding day brought
new trials and notifications to Emi
ly, and it appeared to her as if her
fathers house had never been SO
thronged with the fashion of the city.
Sir Edward Walton spent much of
bis time with them. and it was rumor-
ed shat he was paying his addresses
to Miss Howard. In vain did she look
for the confirmation OF the report
She was certain that he was deeply
interested in her, and it is no les-
certain that for his sake she would
have renounced an absent but not less
worthy lover; not that she loved Sir
Edward better, but then he was the
son Of a marquis, and above all, one
whom the high headed Wilmots were
aspiring, or rather maneuvering to
captivate.
But, alas for their schemes. Sir
Edward was not one to be entrapped
by art, since his travels in foreign
countries and his knowledge of the
fashionable world had sickened him of
intriguing mammas, or affected misses.
True, be was charmed with Emily's
beauty and accomplishments, and had
she appeared a little, or rather much
more natural, there is no telling what
might have happened. As it was, he
never once thought of marrying her.
So fastidious was he despite all his
domestic principles, he should never
find the beau idea! of his Imagination,
in which case he would most assuredly
| fulfil his friends predictions.
The anniversary of Emily's birth
day was fast approaching, and sincere
! ly did she hope that Louisa's visit
would be completed before its arrival.
Alas the day came round, and Lou
isa was still there. In the early part
of the day she had occasion to 20 TO
Emily's room where she found her re-
clining on the sofa weeping bitterly.
"Why, dear Emily y she exclaimed,
what can be the matter ~
Emily rudely pushed her away, say
ing: Leave me alone! | am so tired
and unhappy. | do not wish to see
you"
Tired and unhappy And on your
birthday, tOo!' interrupted Louisa,
compassionately. Is there nothing
| can do to relieve you?"
"If you could, you would not" said
Emily, pettishly, "you are so obstin-
ate"
: Louisa was grieved, but not offend
ed-and in tones of earnestness she
sought to assure Emily of her mis-.
take.
4" Well, then, suppose tell you that
, you are the cause of my trouble"
| Il the cause of your trouble p
: Why, Emily, what on earth can you
, mean ?"
"But you will be angry, and will
60 to papa with it,"
Indeed | will not; who ever saw
me angry?
Well, then; am weeping simply
| because-because-ny friends who
came to celebrate this day, will laugh
! at your-your odd address"
h But why cry for that? They
| can't make me cry; | don't care for
!. 'em one cent"
5 "But you and differ; and to know
! that my cousin must be laughed at
? will make me miserable all day long.
| go, cousin, what strangely disin
+ terested girl you are But it shows
how dearly you love me; and, since il
;. is your birthday, you shall have your
e own way, and | will promise to do just
< as you tell me-"
That same night large, select com
pany was assembled 10 the splendidly
4 Illuminated halls of Mr.. Howard
= Sir Edward Walton was seated be
n tween the two Misses Wilmot, wheI
the eldest remarked:
d al really hope that rustic cousin
will be here, it will be so amusing tt
see her maneuvre; and Emily, roo.-
c Why, she turned nineteen dif1eren
r, colors when l happened to meet then