The Van Buren press., 1877-09-18
MISCELLANY.
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Perfectly Heartlcss.
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'o"o'J ueaucss! saiu olu MrS. homes
to DIR. Stanley, with whom she was con,
versing at large, brilliant party.
Heartless with that sensitive mouth,
and those eyes so full Of expression p
said the gentleman, musingly.
81 don't admire her style Of beauty at
all. She looks like wax doll, and her
heartlessness is so proverbial. Since
her uncle left her so wealthy she has had
lovers by the score, and she flirts with
every one. Why, look at her now!'
Dr stan'ay's eyes followed the lirec.
ton IN which the lady waved her fan
and rested on the central figure of a
group around the piano. 1t wao q lady,
young and fair, with tall exceedingly
graceful figure, pure Greek features, and
large blue eyes. Her hair was short, but
the soft, full curls madea lovely frame
for the face. Her dress was of n dark
lace, ornamentod with flowers and dark
green leaves She was conversing quiz
city with knot Of gentlemen, and DR..
Stanley sauntered over to the group.
Miss Marston," said one gentleman,
"what has become of Mr.. Harald Ora
ham,
Her hands swept over the ivory keys
of the grand piano, in the measure OF a
brilliant waltz, when another of the group
supposing that Miss Marston did not
hear the question said !" Perhaps he has
committed suicide" tsl 5a
1T is three weeks since he disappear
ed" said another
"Ah! hope not" said Miss Marston,
ave want his tenor for our next musical
soiree. 1t would be toe provoking for
him to commit suicide
Mrs. Holmes was right" thought DR..
Stanley, "she is perfectly heartless.
Poor Harold!"
He turned from the piano but stopped
as the full. rich voice broke out into
song. Miss Marston was singing Schu-
berts Last Greeting,' and into the
mournful words she poured such wailing
energy and deep pathos, that groups af-
ter groups i'll the large rooms ceased their
gay converse to listen te the music.
Can she sing SO without heart or
feeling p muttered the doctor, again
drawing nearer to the rhce,
"Ellen,' said a young lady, as the last
note of song died away" Ellen, do
play polka now"
contemptuous smile played for II
moment on Ellen Marston's lips; then
nodding good naturedly, she dashed off
into lively polka, whidl soon melted
the group round the piano into merry
dancers, and Mr.. Stanley among the rest.
in Ter Ter b5o0Nd1oir, wr;sing iNtset."'i eef,
over her shoulder aud read the sentence:
" All hollow ard heartless! Miriam, you
blame me for flirting; you are not here
to see how obey follow me merely Tor
nv money. Not one true heart among
them all There was one Harold"
A knock at the door interrupted her.
"Come in !" and woman enters with
several articles Of needlework
GOOD morning. said Ellen pleasant
ly" bow is Terrence this morningi"
20, Miss, it's beautiful he is to-day.
Sarc. Miss, it's many one expects their
dresses sick or well; and isn't Terry sit
ting up the day playing with the toys ye
sint him; and Pat, that l kept from
school, mindiLg him"
Where's the bill, Mary ?" said Ellen,
taking out her purse.
"Oh, Miss, you don't owe Mary O'Bri.
en- a penny. There's the money you left
to pay the doctor with, and the money
We gave me in advance last week; sure,
Miss, it's in your debt | am for needle
work for the rest of your life"
"What l gave Terrence has nothing to
do with my BILL" said Ellen, rapidly
counting out some money.
"Miss Ellen" said Mary O'Brien and
then she stopped.
"Well. Nary
"Surc Miss, you do so much good with
your money, am ashamed to tell you
"Tell me what ?"
"Well, Miss, it's about the young man
that rinted my room. Ye mind where
the wilder died last autumn. He came
week ago, Miss, and he never came
dowu stairs for three days, Miss; so this
morning wint up, and he is sick with
the faver--out OF hia head intiroly, Miss
Ifyou would only send"
"Wait Mary; III 60 with you"
Throwing of her rich silk wrapper,
Ellen pus on dark gray drcss and then
added a close silk bonnet, with thick
veil. E.-.5.D
Come. Mary" and the two left the
house together .
In a low. close room, on pallet bed
lay Mary O'Brien's lodyer. The face
which lay against the course ticking Of
the pillow was such as one fancies for
that of his favorite poet. The hair was
dark, waving over broid, white fore
head the eyes were haze, large and full
and the features delicate. Usually the
face was pale, but now Crimson with fc-
yer. The eyes were llerct and wild But
even with all this, the facs was beautiful
with an almost uneartlly beauty III
that poor low room Ellel came like a
saving angel. She gave pnc glance at
the sick mans face, thm crossed the
room to his side.
!" Ellen" said the sick man =" Ellen
He knows me-" she unrmured, draw
ing back. . ...
But the young man molned her name
again, ana then broke forth into wild,
delirious rawlings.
" Mary" said Ellen" end Patrick to
me-"
Mary left the room, and Ellen turned
to the table to find papr and pencil.
She wrote hasty notes, on to her house
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