Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1877-04-09


ty Regina Napier.
"Does it satisfy you, dear? Is it as
lovely as you ANTICIPATED ?"
at is wonderful. 1t is like gazing
away into another world"
But the speaker, young girl, sighed
as she answered.
1t was delicious autumn afternoon,
and the two were seated upon one of
those stone seats well known to tourists,
fronting window of the ancient castle
of Chillon. At their feet-ripplea~ ths
blue waters of Lake Geneva, while away
upon the horizon lowered the mountain
wall of the snow-covered Alps. There
they stood, their white heads in heaven,
their feet in the sea, wrapped about and
transfgured by vail of hazy beauty,
while above them foated the feecy
clouds, and below them the little boats
dropped anchor in the shadowy sea.
Looking out upon all this, and taking
it in with wide blue eyes-eyes as deep
and as blue as the European sky bend
ing over her-sat the young girl. There
was a soft grace about her, refinement
of manner and expression about figure
and face, which it would be useless for
me to try to describe. 1t was that un-
defnable, but quite tangible, charm
which we call ga well-bred look" that
charm which is potent even when sepa-
rate from beauty. United with comeli-
ness, as in this case, it is irresistible.
"La Belle Americaine," whispered
one of a group of young men at dis
tance.
They were carelessly dressed, wore
long hair, broad brimmed hats, and theil
portfolios proclaimed them artists.
The last speaker had hastily gotten
out his sketch book, and with few bold
strokes had drawn the young girl as she
sat- His success was perfect. His com
rades were congratulating him as they
looked over his shoulder. There wal
the look of pensive thought in the sweet
face; there were the eyes gazing away
beyond the blue mountain wall, as if
indeed, seeing into another world 4; there
was the attitude, trife weary, but als'
inexpressibly graceful. All this the ap
preciative youths were noting, when the
young lady suddenly rose, turned to the
elder, and said between sigh and I
smile:
Just to think. auntie, that it is tn,
same Lake Lemanus which l read abou
in nv Caesar in the old academy a
Yarrow."
The smile failed entirely here. 1t sca
a sigh, after all.
"Ah, well. Kitty ~
1t was Kitty, to be sure. You recog
nized her, did you not, in spite of tn
thousands of miles-in spite of the tw'
years gone by. and the increased beaut.
which these two years have brought i
their train?
1t was Kitty Vance, certainly, an
the little old lady with the silver curls
and the merry twinkle in her eyes, wa
Aunt Harrison. This vivacious persol
continued:
81 know precious little about Caesar
but / know we must betake ourselves
this Lake Lemanus very soon, if wei
to be in time for tea"
Aunt Harrison was busy strappin
her shawl parcel, and looked up presen
ly to see her niece taking two steps bacl
ward as she gazed out on the mountain
"Be careful, my dear child. Oh T.
It was too late. Intent on oth'
things. Kitty had not seen-was nj
aware till she fell backward down the
; of one of those incomprehensible stat
| ways wherein old castles rejoice. It W;
not far, but it was violent fall and Il
poor girl lay insensible at the bottom.
| ooh, messieurs ! Seel-vous-play.
| you would be so kind. | am an Amer
t can," etc., ad hbitun.
r Aunt Harrison flung herself wild
into a torrent of broken French al
t ejaculatory English.
The artists understood the need, .