Martinsburg weekly independent. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1873-1875, 1874-05-30

you moan Won had great
griefs," and this tin " 'o vo;na
patience dashed the weary
III am grateful, but pray leave my,
] prefer solitude The Dukes
daughter flushed with anger.she
to make overtures and have then
thus resented-she had it n hei
heart to demand the opening %
that door, so jealousy guarded, but
with the memory of that low
plaintive voice and the sad depths
of the purple eyesa better impulse
stirred her, and she moved away.
Madame had decided by morning
that the new applicant should stay.
Truth TO say Madame found it cas-
ier to run a risk concerning the
strangers character than to part
with that cliaqefdnt handful of COLI
placed in her possessin, she made
a cunning compromise by assur-
ing her plastic conscience that 1T
was for the sake of the progresses
ing face and manner of Mademoi-
selie Won Schonstein and her APP
parently lonely condition that she
was forced to break the inenvita-
BILE rule that had so effectually
guarded the decorum of her select
pension.
There was much speculation con-
corning this new scholar. Evil
IDENTIFY she had history, and you
know how school girls scent a mys-
terry.
"She always keeps her door lock-
ed,n said one, with Burleigh nod
of her ringletted head; "she re-
ceives no letters" said another,
whose chief joy was a clandestine
correspondence; ''she wears no
ieWelry, except a slender chain,
half-hidden in her BOSOM" affirm
ed third, whose gewgaws were
the envy of the school, while a
fourth conjectured that the nature
of her grief violent since many
ofthe servants had heard her crying
even i'm the night. Perhaps she
has a lover in the war;" cried a
| fifth.
Eureka !" sneered lady Celeste.
"The combined penetration Of the
class must have arrived at a right
conclusion Will you hear my sur
mise ?n' They crowded around her
their oracle. Il am nearer right
than any of you. 1T is this-she
will not brook meddling.o She
laughed with little girlish scorn
at their chagrin, then Lois glided
noiselessly into her place III the
class, and speculation ceased for
4 the nonce.
Months passed, in which the
n w scholar gained incredible ia
vor with the faculty, while still
maintaining peculiar Isolation
among the pupils. Her accom-
plishments were so varied that
Madame wondered. Lady Celeste
Bertini, that naughty Italian, felt
her Southern face glow with some
thing like jealous envy at the pu-
rity other English, and the culture
Of her warbling, musical voice, and
she welded mahl-stick and brush
with the ease and ingenuity OF u
true artist.
"IIave you no infant heads, no
child faces ?n size asked OF the
| Painting Master when he furnish
ed her copies. The question was
eagerly put, and a shy tender light
danced in the great pausy eyes.
He gave her a cbpy of the Madon-
ia, but as the days went on and
the canvass began to fill beneath
her hand, the Master saw that she
was either creating or painting a
memory picture. He gave voice
to this suspicion one day, not UNI
kindly, however, for the girls face
was so suhdued often stricken, that
he had not the heart TO chide her.
/ She blushed ardently, proud de-
light flooding the sometimes sad
eyes
Eyes, you are right; it is mem
Dry portrait, and loudly, monsieur,
you will grant?" pieadingly hold
ing up the painting for hisinspec-
ton.
4 Monsieur smiled indulgently.
"Yes, he eyes are something like
/ your own, but the full lips, the
flaxen hair, the round, pink and
white face, lhev belong to the chill
dren of the German Fatherland ?'
She moved nutely, and with those
long dropping lashes yelling her
eyes, she left her portrait with its
face against the wall.
Poor lite Loisi She came iuto
the class room one morning to find
more staring eyes than ever, and
Madame's face averted, cold and
very severe. Lady Celeste leaned
forward smiling radiantly, aud
handed her the lesson marked in
her own book but her brow was
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