The Van Buren press., 1877-05-22
MISCELLANY.
Velore We're.

pale, lustrous silk, and smile that was
the very radiance of all beauty; this il
what illuminated, for an instance, th,
dark old hall of the hotel at Westwold
l hurriedly touched Sloewick's arm ant
the vision passed. !;
y "Itis Miss Vere," he said T. u
"And is she stopping here p
They came in. the stage this morning
Miss We're and her father"
took turn upon the piazza and cam'
back again.
"Why does woman like that com,
here, Sloewick p
It's quite, healthy, and ou of th,
way of all excitement. The old gentle
man has been i'll, and Miss Velore is de.
voted to her father"
You know them, then p
Not much nowadays. We used tc
go to dancing school together when we
were children"
"Sloewick,' ! exclaimed. "you dom
say you are dancing man! "
Mot eminently," he replied, with .
smile and trowns
He didn't look like it, certainly, with
his gloomy black eyes, his neglected
black hair and his rusty dress. l had
been told at the commencement Of my &C
quaintance with Sloewick that he used to
be great beau, but since my association
with him he had been SO taciturn, unchv-
alrous, and negligent of bis toilet, that !
had quite forgotten the rumor.
At sunset that evening, Miss We're sat
on the piazza with her father. Sloewick
gave me an introduction, and went away,
| wondered at his declining the seat she
kindly offered him, yet he looked very
shabby and uninviting in aspect, going
away through the trees.
Poor fellow" thought, something
has happened to mar his fortunes. Miss
We're looks after him with a glance. Of
perplexity. presume she used to find
him agreeable. Well, let him keep his
secret. He,has trouble enough, dare
say. 1t must be modification that gives
him such savage moods"
And so l dismissed the subject, and
turned to Miss Vere's sapphire eyes.
I'VE will stay all summer, if papa's
health improves" she said.
Her father was fond of her. She
seemed the light of his life. She read to
him, sang to him, walked with him, drove
with him. At table she prepared his
food, while he waited like a child. She
arranged his diet, superintended his toi.
let, tyrannized over him with fairy will.
fulEhSss iii atXef Wed, 'YoGed" "Gtr. like
all womanly women, she was kind to me,
She did uot coquette with me. She
neither scornel nor encouraged me. She
thought that by-and bye | would under.
stand that it was impossible.
We were walking in the fields one eve
ming, Mr.. We're, his daughter and |. The
sun was going down, and cast red shad-
ows on the river, the little brown boats
rocking on its bosom, the children play
Ing on its banks and among the trees.
"Now, papa" said Velore, +" isn't this
thousand times nicer than Long
Branch ?" ~.f
Her father smiled and nodded-satis-
fed with anything that pleased her.
cit is so pleasant, papa" she contin
ued, "that think Helen had better come
up Tor ner vacation
"Very we'll, my dear :,
: e" Helen," said beautiful Velore, turn
ing to me, "is my little adopted sister.
She is sixteen now, but little thing-a
mere child-and is yet at school. She
will like Westwold, l know.
q hope she will come, then" said
but wondered, a little uneasily, how her
appearance would affect my relations
with Velore.' Would she devote herself
to the invalid, leaving yelorc more open
to my attentions sor would she appro-
pirate her to my exclusion
Thefew exclaimed Velore, suddenly
II see white azalia in. flower" And
before could anticipate the movement
She had fed across the road and plunged
nto the recesses Of the dark wood there.
"Shall l stay with you. Mr. We're, or
had best follow her p l asked. turning
to the aged man at my side.
~ think she had rather you would re-
main with me,' he answered, glancing
nervously at heavy country wagon that
was then approaching the bridge. She
will take care of herself ), but go, If you
like" gs 80 ns
"No," said, giving him the support
'of my arm, as the wagon thundered over
"She is coming back already" added
as the dust fell, and sho we'd Velore, in
her picturesque dress, emerging from the
twinkling birch shrubbery. She came
up-pale, agitated, distrait
"Velorc, what is the matter?' asked
her father. J., it4 glal. as. g.. .....
Has Anything happened to alarm you,
Miss We're y questioned, hurriedly. u
II am not frightened she answered
hastily, drawing her fathers hand within
her arm. "Come. VIC must go. 1t is
getting fat too late for You to be out,
dear papa"
And you did not get. your azalia, y
he said.
mo- she replied; =" but never mind
can get it another time.
Mentally making note Of the spot,
resolved to see her safely home with her
father, and then return for the flowers
The moon was in the right quarter to
come up brilliantly at eight O'Clock.
could gather the large whito clusters o.
bloom easily by its light.
As we came in sight of the hotel, We
lore said In d thoughtful tone:
"Mr. Derford. how long have you
known Mr.. Sloewick
/ "Only since last spring" answered