The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1871-05-02
KOMAN'S TREACHERY.
BY HELEN FORREST GRAVES.

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penciled eyebrows.
Miss Euphrasia was the very personi
fication and embodiment of a New York
giri-laced in excruciatingly at the waist
frizzed about the hair, and resplcndeni
with sparkling crosses, lockets, car-drops
and chains. Moreover she had pho
tograph album, played croquet, and "do.
ted'' on the German. If you had asked
her for recipe for bread-pudding, OF
the best method of "doing up" toma-
toes, she would probably have tainted
away. And she prided herself on never
having made single garment Of her
wardrobe, and not knowing darning-
needle from knitting sheath
"Is she at home this morning ?" asked
Mr.. Cortlandt, after moments silence
"No," said Euphrasia, biting her lower
lips, as if little annoyed at Mr.. Cordt,
landt's persistent interest in Silvia Wyn,
yard, her meek little orphan cousin
Mamma fears she doesn't take enough
exercise, and has sent her out for a
walkr'
"And yesterday you told me, when I
called, that she had gone to take mu-
sic lessonw
"Y-e-s!" said Euphrasia.
"Will you have the kindness to tell
her that l inquired for her ?" he asked
rising.
"Oh, certainly, certainlyr' said Miss
Darling. "But you are not going yet,
Mr.. Cortlandt? Mamma will be down
stairs, directly, and we wanted to ask il
you had any engagement to prevent your
accompanying us to the Private View OF
the Academy Of Design on Wednesday
evening p
Il shall be most happy" said Mr..
Cortlandt, politely. Twill your cousin
go?"
"Oh, no-Silvia don't care for paint.
ings. At eight o'clock then"
Mr.. Cortlandt turned and took his
leave, more disappointed than he would
like to have confessed to himself, that he
had not seen Sylvia VINEYARD.
"She's such little, artless rosebud OF
a creature, compared with these shallow,
stereotyped New York girls, who are
turned by dozens out of the fashionable
boarding schools, every season." he
thought to himself. "An orphan, too
comparatively alone in the world. 1t is
very kind of the Darlings to extend SO
cordial protection to her. Euphrasia
has kind heart after ALL"
Miss Darling would hardly have felt
much complimented had she known what
mere passing reflection was given to
herself as Nj. Cortlandt passed on,think-
ing of Silvia's fresh, rustic beauty, with
its rosy tints of complexion, and golden
lights of lustrous, superbly massed hair.
81 believe it will end in my marrying
her." said he, with half sigh and half a
smile. "Yet ain nearly thirty, and she
is but seventeen. Would it be an une-
quail match, / wonder?"
He called the next afternoon at Mrs
Darling's pretty little house in Grafton
Square
II have tickets for the private opera
tonight" he said. "Will you and Miss
Wynyard go?'
1--WE shall be very happy" said Eu
phrasia, radiantly.
But when his carriage drove up fol
them in the evening, Mrs Darling and
her daughter sat alone in the drawing
room,in all the splendor of opera cloaks,
wreaths of French flowers and spangled
fans!
where is Silvia?" he asked, with q
disappointed look.
"She didn't care to CO." said Miss Eu.
.phrasia, smelling Of the tuberoses in hel
boquet
Mr.. Cortlandt said nothing more, but
the pleasure of his evening was gone =
Why did Silvia so poin:edly avoid him
Had he been 80 unfortunate as unwit-
tingly to offend her? or was it merely q
fit of girlish caprice? Yet he could
hardly associate this latter idea with one
so pure and artless and unsophisticated
as sweet little Silvia Wynyard.
II think Miss Wynyard must be rath
er eccentric" he said as he sat hetweer
Mrs. Darling and her daughter, during {
pause in the music.
"Ahw sighed Euphrasia, rolling VI
her eyes and Struggling her shoulders
''If you knew half the trials that deal
mamma has with her! She will not wall
nor ride with me; she will not come iutc
the drawing room to receive my compa
ny, indeed, she sometimes quite break:
my heart with the cold rejection of tht
affection / fain would shower upon her
II should hardly have thought that o
her."
"Nor l, neither; but we never know
the true nature of people until we are
brought into close and immediate con
tact with them," sighed Euphrasia,-
"Mamma would cherish and love her sc
dearly would she but allow it. Mamma.
heart is so full of clinging love ant
yearning tenderness"
Mr.. Cortlandt asked no more qucs
tions. 1t was quite evident that Sylvi;
Wynyard was only a beautiful dclusion
and perhaps it was well that he hat
learned her true disposition before sh,
had stolen her way any farther into hi.
heart of hearts. Yet, was not the mis-
chief done already?
The brisk drops of vehement littl,
April shower were pattering down OF
] the Broadway payements; the sky, but
few brief moments ago, SO dazzlingl,
blue. was overcast with thick clouds, ,ant
Mr. Cortlandt, who trusting implicit,
in the deceptive briliance of the sprin.
sunshine, had ventured forth without tn,
protecting shield of an umbrella, fount
himself compelled to seek temporar,
shelter in one of the many fancy store
which extend along the great thorough
fare of the Western metropolis.
Il hope | am not in the way?" he sait
courteously to the bowins little jew pro
prietor Of the shop, who came forwart
with chair.
"Not at all. sir-not at all!' said tn
polite descendant of the tribes of Israel
''Pray be seated, sir--the shower vii
soon be over"
AS Mr. Cortlandt sat down, close tt
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