Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1871-09-21
a5lisfRlIaneG MS.
ONE VACATION.
BY LoTTIE BROWN.

Ellinor Van Wort leaned forward FROM
the hotel window, and made q perfect
picture Of herself as only a worldly
learned ooqaette knew how, and Jslian
St. Cloud, coming up with his portman
teau; and Jack Hayershaw, from the de-
pot, stopped short. threw his cigar out in
the grass, and muttered an expression
at once inpious and questionable.
Well, said the walking refrigerator,
Jack Havershaw. Whats the mat
ter
Don't you see that woman at the win
dow 2
Yes innocence. sec Miss Van
Wort but Julian, my boy. I've seen
her before, and am not at all struck. She
is not for us-she is rich, old fellow, and
the man that approaches her is at once
set down as fortune hunter
Julian looked once more toward the
picture.
It was perfect one. There was q
regal little head, with a crown of shin
ing hair. q low white forehead, and dark
soft eyes, and mouth exceedingly full of
vanity and pride. an9 taken altogether
made very aristocratic face.
Then there was dress of pale blue sill
ker stuff, with plaits and edges of white
lace in the open waist, and loose, flowing
sleeves; and there vas glimmer Of Jew
els at her throat, and ca her small, white
fingers.
It's pity, Jack ! She is too boauti
full to be rich
Laura, come horo,' said Miss Van
Wort, as she saw the pair coming up the
walk. Peep through the curtain and
tell me who that is with jack Hayershaw.
Don't let them see for the world, for /
am sure they have been looking at me
and talking. Dear me what splendid
looking man "
Laura Lee looked cautiously out, and
then sat back It'll laugh.
.Tha. IS Julian St. Cloud
what splendid name =
'hnd he is clerk in the General Post
Office
'Ohp
'And hasn't thousand dollars with
which to bless himself,
well, he probably isn't to blame
This ie the way it begun, and if you
will have patience, I'll tell you how it
ended.
St. Cloud had leave of absence for
two weeks, and as he was not likely to
have another for year, he must neces-
sarily make the most of It, and see all
that was to be seen.
So he dressed himself in. bis finest,
and went down to the parlor with Jack
Havershaw, that very night of his arri-
val thf
There were many visitors, and with
the dreamy music, the perfume, the fimy
laees and cleaning silks, the long draw
ing-rooms were like fairy-lands, or better,
like our ideas of that mythical place.
Just under the chandelier, where the
light fell with the best effect, sat Miss
Van Wort, in pretty con fusion Of Law
cnder silk, lace and pearls, her qpeenly
head On the green covering Of her chair
her face wearing an expression Of SUI
prone indifference to the white gloyed
gentlemen and chattering ladies who
stood or sat near her.
you won't be content until you have
singed your wings like the rest of Us
So come along. and be introduced.
said Jack! and presently the post office.
clerk was bowling over the jewcled hand
of the heiress
You are stranger, am quite sure,
she said, raising her eyes with that beau
tiful expression SO we'll and unluckily
known and we are set Of impostors
w i'll | need guardian ?
You will, indeed, and Il
will accept the Office
Yes. AS beginning, sit here
A silence, ominous and death like, fell /
upon the group Not one of them, hel
most intimate friends, could remember
that in her life she had ever advanced
one step toward any one Here she had
gone more than half way, and actually
seated the recipient Of her royal favor at
her right hand AS for him be served
tie championship for boldness.
'EIlinor. dear, said Laura Lee, draw
ing her away for moment, that's the
post Office fellow. Don't you remem-
Der 2
No one ever accused me Of having .
bad memory,' she said, and at once turn
ed back TO j alian.
DO you remember the first meeting
| the interchange Of soft sayings, the soft