Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1874-07-10

NOW, look mere, Aduy, uon De
goose" said Rosamond, calmly. &C.
took lessons in landscape painting, two
quarters, at Madam Rougefort's, and il
| can't make two doors and scrap OF
wainscoiing look decent, why, then, my
education is a failure
You are the oldest girl ever heard
of, Rosamond," said Miss Albertis
And you do you look so funny without
your crimps"
Very likely" said Miss Rosamond,
walking off. " But I've no time to waste
the step-ladders are ready, and the paint
all mixed, like white, foamy cream, and
here | 60 for the paint brush, out in
your mothers lumber ROOM"
Rosamond Hillgrove vanished like a
calico dream, and Miss Albertis went
back to her sonata.
Half an hour afterwards there came a
ring to the front door bell, and Mr.. Gra-
ham was announced.
Adeline turned a rosy pink with salts
faction and surprise.
"Oh, Mr.. Graham =" holding out
both her plump white hands. 81 am so
glad to see you -
But Paul, wretch that he was, did not
return the salutation in kind.
"I-I beg your pardon" stammered
be, :" supposed Miss Hillgrove lived
here. was told so short distance back"
Adeline Albertis bit her lip.
No" said she, speaking with little
constraint, it is the next house. You
can just see the white chimneys peeping
out above the great pine trees. But
won't you stop and rest ?" as Paul reso-
lutely took up his valise again.
Thanks, not just at present. have
note from Mrs. Judge Percalo to Miss
Hillgrove, and must deliver it at oncel"
"Bnt you will call You will call
again 2"
"Most assuredly shall do myself that
pleasure" said Paul politely.
But Addy knew the difference in the
ring of the real metal and mere hollow,
conventional courtesy.
And she sat down and cried, in
rage, when Paul Graham had taken his
departure.
But there's one consolation" she
said to herself, suddenly Frightening up.
Rosamond is cleaning house in calico,
and no crimps, and her head tied up in
a speckled pocket handkerchief, and if
he isn't pretty thoroughly disenchanted
the moment he sets eyes on her, then
am no prophecies. Men always do des-
pise house cleaning and all its parapher-
MALTA. He'll be sure to come back"
So Miss Albertis put ON an additional
knot or so of ribbon, readjusted her ar
tistic masses of hair, and sat down to
little picturesque needle work.
Rosamond has worked out her own
destruction this time" said
she.
While Mr.. Graham trudged on, his
eyes steadily fixed on the white chimneys
behind the chevaux de frise of the tall
pine trees.
He knocked at the door-no one
heard He knocked little louder-no
one answered. He opened the door and
a hemmed very distinctly-still no signs
of life.
"Queer, this said Mr.. Graham.
The place can't be an enchanted pal
ace with every one under spell. I'll
try little farther"
He opened door and walked in-and |
there mounted ON tall step-ladder, with
a brown crash apron all around her,
stood Miss Rosamond Hillgrove painting
away at the top of window as if her
life depended upon it.
"Oh! said Miss Rosamond, without
turning around, you're come at last,
have your I'm half through the job |
by this time, and have no sort of need of
your services.
Eh 2" said Mr.. Graham.
Rosamond turned around with a little |
shrek, and nearly fell off the step lad
der.
"Oh, Mr.. Graham, is it your l
thought it was the painter"
Yes, it is |. What are you doing 2"
"Pm painting" said Rosamond,
blushing to the very roots of her nom
crimped hair. !