The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1872-05-16
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Fillmore Van Wort leaned forward
nom the hotel window, and made a pcr-
feet picture Of herself, As only worldly.
learned coqnette knew bow, aud Julian
Sc. Cloud, coming up with his poriman-
teau, and Jack Hayershaw. from the de-
pot, stopped short, threw bis cigar oui In
the grass, and mut,cred an expression ST
once impious and uniashionablo
Welt said that walking refrigerator
Jack lIavershaw. What's the mattcrl
Don't you see that woman at the win
dowg
Nes, innocence. see Miss Van Wort !,
but Julian, my boy, I've seen her before,
and am not al all str1ck She Is not for
us--she Is rich, old fellow, and the man
that approaches her Is at once set down
as fortuno-huntcr,
Julian looked once more toward the
picture.
Ii was a perfect one. There was re-
gal little head, with crown Of shining
hair, low white forehead, and dark
soli eyes, and mouth exceedingly full Of
vanity and pride, aud taken altogether,
they made very aristocratic face.
Then there was dress of pale blue
silken stun, with plaits and edges Of
white lace in the open waist, and loose,
flowing sleeves; and there was glim
mer of jewels at her throat, and on her
small, white fingers.
It's pity, Jack She is too beautiful
to be rich, he said.
Laura, come here, said Miss Van Wort
as she saw the pair coming up the walk.
Peep through tho curtain aud tell me
who that is with Havershaw. Don't let
them see yon for the world, for am sure
they have been looking at me and talk
ing. Dear me, what a splendid-looking
mani
Laura Lee looked cautiously out, and
than sat back with laugh.
That is Julian St. Cloud.
What a splendid nsmel
And he is clerk in the General Post
Office.
Obi
And hasn't thousand dollars with
which to bless himself.
Well, he probably isn't TO blams.
He would be, If he should make love To
you,
This is the way ii begun, and if you
will have patience, I'll tell you how il
ended.
ST, Cloud had a leave Of absence fol
two weeks, and as he was not likely "a
have another fora year, he must neees.
sarily make the most Of it, and see all
that was TO be seen.
So he dressed himself in his finest, and
went down to the parlor with Jack
Harvershaw, that very night of his arri'
vol.
There were many visitors, and with
the dreamy music, the perfume, the filmy
laces and cleaning silks, the long draw.
iDg-rooms were like fairy land, or bet
ter, like our ideas of that mythical place.
just under chandelier where the light
fell with the best effect, sat Miss Van
Wort, in pretty confusion of lavender
silk, lace and pearls, her queenly head
resting on the green covering Of her chair
her face wearing an expression of SUI
preme indifference TO the white-gloyed
gentlemen and cbattering 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 apd be introduced, said Jack,
and presently the handsome post office
clerk was bowling over the jeweled hand
of the heiress.
You are stranger | am quite sure, she
said, raising her eyes with that beautiful
expression so well and unluckily known,
and we are q set of impostors.
win need a guardian
You will, indeed, and -
Will caeept the Office
Yes. As a beginning, sit here.
A silence, omnious and deathlike, fell
upon the group. Not one Of them, her
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 al her
right hand. As for him, be deserved the
championship for boldness.
Fillmore, dear, said Laura Lee, drawing
her away for a moment, that's the post
-how. Don't you remember
office Ie.. of having
am! fnrn.
NO one ever accused IN.
'ad memory, she said, and at one.
d back 10 Julian.
10 you remember the first meeting.
nc Interchange Of sayings, the son CLAN.
e., spieed with charming indiffereneey
you DO (and Of course you do; one
ever gets 20 old as 70 forget thaD, YOU
now how Che evening passed between
'llinore and Julian.
when the guests began 10 depart, be
'ent with her TO the foot Of the stairs.
nd looked straight into her eyes. and !
lid goodnight. Y
Aud the post Office and clerks salary. Y
le brown stone mansion and rent-roll
ent into the background, and they
ood, simply man and woman. He. ! !
tn The dawning Of love shining Ia ia !.
uthial eyes she, as humble "a any wo. 4
an on earth, with downcast ewes and j
ling color.
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