The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1877-11-30

almost majestic impression of generous,
strong, untrammeled, unconventional
lifc and character which the tramp had
left on her mind, they seemed small,
pale, artificial, and characterlcss. Not
that she was sentimental about her deli
vcrer. How could she be that about q
man who, however noble and grand,
was eating broken victuals at some kit
chen door under the eye of the servant
girl, or, possibly, stealing into farm
er's barn for nights sleep in the hay
mowl And yet, if not exactly sentiment
tai, her feeling was remarkably like IT,.
AT first she wished that he would have
taken money; for then he would have
taken himself out OF he. mind; and
then she was glad he had not, and proud
that he had not, and called herself alb
surd to have urged il on him or thought
that he was the kind of man to take IT,.
How strange ii was, their walking
along together, and talking like old ac-
quaintances, she and tramp. Tramp
No, this knight and gentlcnan-this
natures noblcman. rather!
Ii will be seen that Miss Living stons
caste distinctions had been good deal
overturned since morning. How could
she let him go in the way she did? And
yet, what else could she have done? At
any rate, she was glad she had given
him that kiss. She should always be
glad of that, and she blushcd--ycs, blush
ed-at the thought, and not wholly with
shame, either.
When she entered the par,ors her ac-
| quaintances flocked about her with
eager inquiries as to her adventure, ru-
mors of which had already got abroad.
But she was very short in her replies.
1t was really not worth making so much
fuss about, she said. She had been
lost in the woods, and had found her
way out again, and that was all. About
the rattlcsnakc adventure she was en-
tirely silent, having 10 notion of expos
ing her tramp to the coarse comments
of ordinary people, by which, in this
case, she meant her polite friends in
general
Declining to dance she found a seat
by retired window, where she could
indulge her pcnsive mood without dis
turbance, and whence she observed Bell
Stacy monopolizing Mr.. Haywood with
acomplacency of which she certainly
would not have been capable an evening
before. An acquaintance, a Mr.. Ellis,
friend of his, Mr.. Kennard of Boston,
who had arrived that night, and wanted
to make her acquaintance. "Who is
hep asked Miss Livingston, who had
no desire to be obliged to entertain any
body tonight. "Ile is first rate fcl-
low" Mr.. Ellis assured her, "a lawyer
in Boston. Excellent family; some
thing of a poet, too, | believe. l met
him last year in the Tyrol. lie was
taking it afoot. He has great fancy
for that sort of thing. believe he has
been walking through the mountains
this time, sending his baggage ahead"
Mr.. Ellis went in quest of his friend,
and Miss Livingston sat looking out of
the window at n bright spot in the dis
tant landscape made by the moonlight
on the newly-shingled roof of n farmers
barn.
81 wonder if he is sleeping there to-
night" she was thinking, when Mr..
Ellis's voice recalled her attention.
"Miss Livingston, let Inc introduce
to you Mr.. Kennard."
In evening dress, his face shaved, but
rs big and bronzed as ever, with the
same quizzical smile in his brown eyes,
her tramp stood before her ! Apple
tons journal for November.