Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1872-04-17

tnat ouce VIC shiu you lOOkeu IKE an angel. /
A heavily drawn, almost sobbng breath
was the answer. Poor Paul he had forgiven
the impctuous girl the fame Of his love
burned higher than ever
Not loug after that, Stella ran into Mil
Iicents room.
"There | forgot" she cried 10 child.
ish dsmay, as she caught Mlicent brushing
a handkerchief over her eyes. 4" | ought TO
have knocked. Please forgive me, MiIicent."
"You are always welcome DEAR" Miss
Dunalan said, gently.
"Do you know what ais uncle Paul ~
queried Stella
Milicent lifted her head in her old, |
naughty fashion.
"Iknow?" she answered. GLOW can
tell, child Your uncle has his moods, like /
other folks, suppose"
"Oh :" aud Stella turned her eyes toward |
the glowing CRATE. The light shonc on her
clustering curls, on the wise little face rest
ing on one tiny hand " | thought maybe |
you were displeased with him." she added
artlessly "he looked SO. But then don't
see how any one can ever be dspleased with
uncle Paul Did you hear him tell me the
story7"
81 heard it between you" said Milicent,
smiling at the recollection.
II wanted you to-" said Stella, clapping
her hands gleelully. Wasn't il good He
tells it better sometimes how the room was
so mean and plain and poor and there was
only a candle on the table, half burned out
and the little violin hanging at the foot Of the
bed and no fire aud no food and the poor
child herself in rags and tatters, though she
was just as pretty us picture then. Youv
seen her"
81, child when have seen her p
81 Don't tell uncle Paul | told you sbe's
Miss Craymcr"
Miss Craymer!" and Milicent looked at
the child, her face quite changed.
"Yes, organist at ST. Mary's; only think
of it,"
MIliccnt did think Of it, For a moment
she was struck dumb. Miss Craymer about
whom she had thought so often, noting the
delicate tints Of the girls complexion, and
sweet refinement of her face noting also that
Paul always addressed her with almost studi-
ed formaity; noting how the warm blood
would come up in her cheek at sight Of him
remembering how she had said to herself more
than once, That girl loves Paul Regley.
Does he know il, | wonder2 ~
Uncle Paul is so good o. spoke up little
Stella. still studying the fire. He does just
such things all the time. Tn going to Ascen-
sion with him. don't want to hear anybody
preach but dear uncle Paul"
Miicent's cheeks flushed crimson; there
was a choking feeling in her throat, aud
her lips were dry Through aud through her
brain went echoing that name, Miss Craymer
and again she asked herself, did Paul know
it 2 did he see the timid glance, the vary
ing color did he divine the quick confusion
Of her manner, or even the pains which she
took to hide it? aud might not that be
one OF the reasons why he was anxious to
leave St. Marys? Dear, seli-lorgstting
Paul
All at once there came over her an over
powering sense Of this mans worth aud gran
deur Of character Was he not prince
among men whom she bad refused because he
would not yield to her 10 humorng her sci.
fish whims Oh, how the love, true, real
tempestuous, surged up in her heart Just then
What had she done y Wrecked her life's
happiness perhaps. Paul had right to des-
pise her now perhaps he would some time
forget her this sweet-faced girl might win
him at last Aud for a moment MillceDt
hated Miss Craymer furiously.
Are you going to rehearsal tonight"
asked little Stella, after long silence
Yes; is it time r. Aunt Miliceut hur-
riedly threw on her wraps, telling herself that
she must see Miss Craymer not that she
onged to meet Paul-longed to throw her
self upon his bosom, and say, IL will 90 TO
the worlds end with you, if you will only
take me back"
So Stella and Nilicent found their way
into the organ-loft Miss Craymer was play
ing, and Mr.. Jackson, the ong.bearded tenor,
filed the church with his sonorous voice.
As Millcent entered, the quiet little or
ganst turned, and their eyes met; but this
time it was Milliceut's glance that fell her
cheek that crimsoned, her bosom that heaved
with an agitation not to be controlled, for
Paul was there, standing very near Miss
Craymer, aud be hardly looked up.
Mllicent was fit for nothing that evening.
BY fits and starts she was gay, but her usu-
ally steady voice was tremuous. Not once
had Paul spoken to her, and always before he
had sought her out, suggested here, COM
mcndcd there.
All the singers were talking about it, with
whispcrings and sly gances but her heart
was crying out, 60 Paul, Paul | have
lost you -
So the time went on and Millicent was too
proud TO take the first step toward recouclia.
tion. Paul became the rector of Ascension,
and was much OF the day busy with his par.
sh duties so she saw him but seldom
Q.
with all its pomp aud show, without Paul ? !
A good man took his place, man upon
whose locks had fallen more than sprnkling
Of the SHOWS of age-the father Of whole
powiu Of children, little Stella said and
his voice was not musical, nor his manner
graceful, though he was great in gifts. Mil
icent's old friends lost their charms her
splendidly bound prayer-book became hateful
10 her, and she often carried Stellas plain
little morocco, which was a gift to the child
from Paul.
A." 1t seems to me Paul is never at home,
even to his meals" said his mother, half
fretiully, one day. wish be would marry
and take house down town.
/" He is going to-" said the merchant.
WHAT" exclaimed Mrs. Regley.
Mlicent grew cold to the heart.
" mean he is going down town. said the
elder son, laughing at the CONSERVATION he
had created don't know about the marry
ing. | always said Paul would be the single
man Of the family. But he told me only
yesterday that he was looking for boarding.
place. I'm sure | don't see where he will
fnd one suitable in that part of the city, un.
less he goes to Mrs Craymer's she keeps a
few boarders near the park"
How like dagger every word struck upon
MiIicent's ear She left the room soon at.
ter, and in the privacy Of her own apartment
wept and struggled with herself.
What shall do ? cannot lose him :"
she cried in agony
This was on Sunday morning.
Presently Stella knocked at her door,
40 Mllicent ~ she cried as she let her
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