The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1879-09-03
MISCELLANY.
Written for THE REcoRD1
THE EMBROIDERED SLIPPERS.
BY LENA WARD
CHAPTER VII.

The Winter that followed was one of ouieI
peace and happiness to Elite, may more-oi
exquisite joy. Each week Mrs. Linn sent OF
brought her a basket of materials to make up
for which she was literally paid. Two ev-
enings in the week brought Horace, and with
him came choice volumes, bouquets of rare
exotics, packages of oonfections and tropical
fruits. These evenings with her grew to be
the happiness Of his life. He had become sa-
tiated with the whrl, the rush, the hollow
mockery of fashionable life. Growing tired
of the stereotyped phrases and silly compli-
ments he was obliged to repeat to the artiflc-
ial ladies he was constantly meeting, he
looked for something natural unaffected and
free This he found in Elite, and he hailed
with delight the evenings that brought him
to her side. He would watch the little hand
plying " the bright little needle; the swift fly
ing needle," and think sewing the most
charming occupation women ever engaged in.
Lilly would busy herself with her doll, and
Horace read to Elite or converse From
Rome he led her to other parts Of Italy. He
spoke of its pure balmy breeze, its splendid
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sculpture, its poetry and its songs and from
fss fSah rs I'D bbs s e af described its
shapes and colors. The music Of the Condo
liers, and the gay parties that nightly skim
med over the waters or danced along the col
onnade Of st. Mark which the morning light
dispelled like so many fairy scenes. Then he
would speak OF the terrible grandeur of the
Apprentices. Their inaccessible heights, gla-
ciers Of ice, deep, woody precipices, and mag
nificent mountain vistas, often above the
clouds and of France its gay voluptuous cap
ital, with its thousands Of pleasure-loving in
babitants its word-renowned palaces, its
beautiful rivers, with their picturesque I'M
surpassed scenery, their castles, hanging tow
ers and Quaint little towns, too insignificant
to be mentioned in history, but where he
found something to amnse and oftimes enthu-
siastically to admire. Elite would listen and
think the next best thing to seeing them was
| to hear Horace describe them. But during
all this time he learned nothing of her past
history, knew no more than he did the first
evening he spent with her. He tried at vari-
GUS times to lead Der to speak Of the past, but
whether intentional or otherwise, she had
studiously avoided it. That she had been ac'
customed to wealth, was evident from heI
knowledge Of costly things, her refined and
cultivated mind, and her thorough knowledge
of music. However, whether she was the
daughter Of Rothchi1ds OF the little slipper
maiden she appeared to be, she had becomt
inexpressibly dear to him and to live with
out her any longer would be impossible. Fol
some weeks no had left his home in the even
ing for the express purpose Of telling her SO
But, strange as it may seem, this accomplish
ed man of the world, this lion in society, this
gentleman Of travel who could have asked thu
hand in marriage of any Of the stately danes
of Napoleon S court, who could have bowet
to the bellies of his native city, and made then
an offer Of his hand in marriage, and hi
thousands, in the most graceful manner pos
sible, found the courage wanting to break tn
pure and reserved atmosphere that surround
ed Ettie and ask her to be his wife. AS ey
euing after evening passed away in reading
conversation and music, and he did not eve
dare, when he babe her goodnight, to TAX
the little hand in his own and kiss the whit
fingers He Ionged to take her in his arms
and kiss the sweet lips he had learned to Low
SO we'll but certain air of unsuspectin
confiding innocence kept him in check. Th
Winter passed away, and the warm breeze
o.. SUMMER began to wind In and out OF th
tall brick buildings, where wealth and poye
: ty had their abode, and dwelt side by side,
And now fact arose painfully to Elite
mind. The temples Of Lille became thinne
and the blue veins more apparent. Her siigl
bforn grew more shadowy, and her watchf
. guardian feared she would be spirited ava
$, to the world from which she seemed alreat
"a wandererl Mr., Linn suggested that 81
i had better retire to the country, and she D
a. gan to ponder the unwelcome truth IN h
Of mind. She had means sufficient now TO su
:. port them without her laboring SO incessant
and she would devote all her time to win Da
the little spirit that seemed already plum
for fight. The thought Of giving up the
ciety Of Horace Maynard cost her pang
u. regret, but duty pointed tho way and ~
was not one to shrink from its reckoning
GER Accordingly one evening, in pause
the conversation, as Horace was striving
approach the subject so near his heart, he
startled by the unexpected announcem'