The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1874-01-06

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Cinderella : she cried, opening her
brown eyes at him, as she nearly dropped
tumbler. What fuopy idea That's
not my pamc, Mr. Albeu'
1T is not? beg your pardon. But
they call you Ciuda-Cindy-do they
not2 supposed it was for Cinderella
1T is not. 1t is for Lucindn-just
plain Lucinda, Mr.. Aldeu.'
Lucinda -Cipdercla'-- repeated,
musugly. while his eye roved around the
room. taking quick note oil every thing,
from the pots and kettles on the hearth to
the saucer Of pansics on the window.sill.
and the young girls tired face. "A strange
bunder Of mine. But | really supposed
it was Cinderella
He hesitatcd moment, while sud-
den light broke over his face, and a smile
played about bis mouth.
'Cin.d la'--he said again, linger.
ing on the word. I'VE are not going to
the princes ball, Miss Cindy, but I'VE are
going up the hill to the pine woods,
Those cool green slenccs will be delight
ful such day as this. Won't you go
with US p
Alb, would they not be She longed
for them uuutterably. Winthrop Alden
did not see tho hot tears that sprahg to
her eyes, for she turned to the sink and
bent over her dish.pan, as che answered,
quietly
'Thauk you. But it will not be con
venieut to-day. Some other time, per-
baps.'
Why should sho tell him that there
were clothes to be folded down, and bis.
cults to be baked, aud rasperries to be
picked for tea. aud diver. other things to
be done? What could he understand
about it 2 And the worst of it was, these
things had never seemed so burdcnsome,
so distasteful before. She had not real
lied, herself, until this summer, how diff.
ferent life was hers from that led by
her cousins
The young man touched his hat and
walked away. But as soou as he was
out Of sight, Ciudy dropped her dsh.tow-
Ell, and flew up stairs in a sudden passion
of tears. Cinderella, indeed! She saw
it all now. Yet there was no cross step
mother here were no cruel sisters. Her
aunt and the girls were simply thought
less, and maybc-she did not like to say
it-sel6sh. That was all. But alas
there was no fairy godmother either.
She wiped her eyes aud came down
stairs again. The water was cold and
the fire had gone out. So much for quar-.
reling with fate, she thought. 1t was
better to go quietly on and not fall into
spasms. But she had made up her mind
during tha, seemingly wasted hour. She
would be ner own godmother She
would make no disturbance in the house.
hold this summer. This Mr.. Alden did
not belong to her world. He was moth
ing to her nor she to him. What was il
to ber if he did seem to like Elizabeth :
conversation, or if she should be entang-
led in the mcshes of Laura's golden hair ?
She was happier after this. Gradually
her vague plans began to take definite
N''- 81 shane. She scauu~i - ---
tents Of her bureau.drawcr with an eye
that daily gained strength and clearuess.
She studied every pencil.s,roke of Mr..
Alden's that fell in her way with Intense
eagerness, Day by day the conviction
grew upon her that though she might not
paiut great pictures for the world to won-
der at, she might still do something if
she had a chance-somethiug in the do
ing of which the best of herself mi Oh t
6nd expression.
But if she could only share the lessons
about which Laura made such an ado
and about which. it must be confessed
Cindy felt no little curiosity. Laura kept
her portfolio under lock and key. Cindy
remembered that when they were in
school she could hardly draw map or
the simplest figure 10 geometry. Was
she developing q new talent-oue that
she had hitherto hidden under napkin
Had her beautiful cousin found soul at
last For more than once she had heard
Mr.. Alden praising her work. aud telling
her how far it surpassed his expectations
while Laura listened with shy downcast
eyes. and the softest, sweetest flush deep.
ened on her white rose cheek.
Il don't know what to make of Lal,
said Elizabeth, one day, when she had
volunteered to coucoct a pudding. u
wonder il she is really turning over nev
leaf l never suspected her of talent fol
anything but making the most Of hel
hair aud eyes. and dressing wonderful.
we'll considering what she has to do with
But Mr.. Alden says she is doing admira
bly, in her drawing Aud the speaker
. proceeded to beat her eggs vehemently
Have you seen anything she has done
asked Cindy.
No. And that's what strikes me a
being odd. Laura is so unaccounta5l.
modest all ofa sudden; puts on the SHES
airs, and cries oh DO not for the world
Wait till | have something better t,
show ! It's something new for Laura
: but you are iu the room sometime
: when she takes her lessons remarked
Cindy, with a question in her voice.
'Oh, Mr.. Alden does not teach like
drawing master. She just sketches what
0 ever she pleases, and he criticises an,
makes suggestions. She won't draw 81
much as a straight line in his presence
: And he thinks it just lovely OF her
know he does She makes him thinl
e she is as 81 rinking and sensitive as hare
bell
Elizabeth had her troubles, too, i
= seemed.
The next morning Mr.. Alden announces
{, that he was going of on long tramp
should probably be gone all day. Laur
b, took advantage of his absence 10 close
: herself with her dressmaker; Elizabetl
locked herself into her room, and CAV
= orders that she was on no account TO b
;, disturbed Aunt Tilly went down stree
u to see a friend and do some errauds.
Now | have chance to give Mr.. Al