, 1872-05-02

any one shera .Hoit9ubeS 4ssao 4
! F'iyiolst, you will always BY lovely to
me-"
c swat till you see me without my
vail. Sir; no compliments till them
"Well. do you remember the vailed
lady in Hawthorne's 'ZenobiaF",
"Whom Theodore was not brave
enough to trust ? Yes.' .l9A
".yell, am drawer than Theodore !;
say that I may see you when : com e
again" 4i sS or VI
"If it will be any pleasure. yes; I sup
pose it looks vain to hide away. But
somehow it may be silly-but I would
rather look vain than ugly.."Ai1 ~
81 cannot imagine you in such a
plight"
"Tbenyonsha Better not come"
81 never surrender ground once ced-
ed" - 80 "a Ve f,
When he acted upon this permission
he found Violet busy over her, random-
work cushion, with an old-fashioned
screen of white silk embroidered in
palms and pansies standing in carved
rosewood frame before her. S'i't e
''The light troubles my eyes, y she
3D. .H p p -.
said in apology; "they are not quite
strong yet;" but he observed that as
they sat together with their accustomed
familiarity she constantly shifted it be-
tween them. gsT yne nj b.,7syii .
"Come, said he, is it the light of
my eyes that dazzies yours? ? Whenev-
er move the screen follows '''n-1n.{, ,
NO." said Violet, laughing constrain-
edly:; it is the Light of other days, I
guess.
1.-The light of other days, Violet, was
not one whit more dazzling to me than
that of the present" going to her side
and dropping his voice to an under-tone.
Thanks but do not feel it neces-
sary to make polite speeches to- See
how famously I am getting on with my
mosaic cushion. Won't it be a splendid
muddle?' What q, queer color you
made this star Of yours It's the vio-
let Star that poets rave about. isn't it,
I'm going to match it with q flame col
ored sun. =
Il hope you recognize my other ef-
fort of art rs an old acquaintance of
yours?" tas siss7t{i .---,ss. NJ % q
which, This little imp? What is
he doing! Shooting angels to make a
pot7pie, as Mrs. Purd thought she had q
confirmed habit of doing when she went
to the Asylum? 1 mistook him for COM
ct at first. or a heavenly body" q
"He is heavenly body; and though
he, resembles an interrogation point with
wings as much as anything, thought
his bow yand arrow would speak for
him"
"Oh, the little blind god, to be
surew -li1Lt S9le-f A-'H ~
"Yes; mona so, blind as those. who
not see. 81 2 ,ihIriti sfISt 7 9
Having broken the ice of violet's
reserve, Mr.. Ingersoll never gave it time
to skim over again, but presented HIM
self almost daily. He always took his
position nov on the. .other side of' the
screen, where the, two sat withdrawn
from observation in a world of their
own. The family called the space be-
hind the screen "'Violet's. reception
room," but no other person was admit
ted there. 1t made sort of barrier be.
tween the other persons in the room and
the lovers, in whose shadow they could
pass and take elances full Of Significance
words full of tenderness; there he held
her silks and wound her worsteds and
drew grotesque pictures in her pocket
diary. made absurd records of events
that had never occurred, wrote improm-
tt love verses, and talked as lovers will
of anything or nothing. He brought
her great Towering plants to hang in
her window, dropping q hundred sprays
Of bloom and breathing out perfume
with every current of air; he brought
her the quarterlies, and read to her
while she worked on her cushion; he
the shade to suit her eyes, ar
ranged her hassock, shifted the screeh!
and was in all things hers to command.
Every action, every look, expressed de-
yotion. declared that no change could
alienate his regard. asas ~ sso
By degrees he drew her out into
places of public resort-sometimes they
went together to situnder the inspired
teachings Of a modern prophet;z some
times an eloquent lecturer enticed them
out Of their happy seclusion; oftener
the full -throatsd melodies of some re-
newed soprano entrsnced them; the i'm
aassionsd i9aginntinns Of the old mas
ters Of harmony lent them the open
sesame Unto the fairy land, and enrich
ed their existence with the lavish em-
broideries Of fancy; or the vivid crea-
tions Of Shakespeare walked before them;
lived and breathed in their presence
trsnalatips them into Their own time IN.