The Lamoille news. (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1877-1881, 1880-10-27

And you, EmmaP" said Thomas.
" shall wait until get my diamonds
TN b. fore take airs, said his lady love.
Heverth,l s. the fortune made q
change in the programme. ltwss Deces
saTy for Mrs. Hacker to go to England,
and Emma Jane must go with her, she
said; and, on the whole, it seemed best
to postpone the wedding for awhile.
1T wouldn't be respectful to Uncle
Simon to marry Immediately" said the
mother.
So Thomas had the unhappiness Of
seeing his lsdy-love leave The shores OF
her native land, and went back 10 his
shop with very heavy heart.
However, he worked hard, and many
letters comforted him; and at last his
Emma Jane returned gorgeous in the
last London fashions; and there was all
the hustle of buying a new home. fur
nishing it, and taking possession of it
and very little time for the lovers to be
together.
"You see," said Mrs. Hacker to
Thomas Hunt, "you see Emma Jane is
all stirred up. She'll settle down after
awhile; but young people will be young
people, you know" -
At home Thomas got less comfort.
Emma Jane feels her money; she
shows it," said Grandmother Hunt.
"And the place is too fine for me, ana
the servants stare too much. Sarah
Hacker is sensible woman; but Emma
Jane isn't much to depend on. You'll
find that out, Thomas"
And poor Thomas did find it out.
"You see, Tom," said Emma, one
day, twirling the cheap ring he had
given her softly about on her finger
"You see, Tom, somehow I'd rather
not be married for a long while. / don't
want you to be angry with me; but 1
never was rich girl beforehand it's so
nice. get so much attention. I don't
want to settle down as an old married
woman yet"
"I'll wait, Emma" replied Tom.
"Ah, but-but you see it might be no
use," said Emma. Perhaps l never
may want to marry; and if you don't
mind taking back the ring, why we can
be friends all the same"
"Can wep" said Tom, in strange
tone. Well, / shall never be your
enemy"
And he put the ring into his vest
pocket; but he did mot trouble
the servant to open the door of the big
house again.
"What ails Tom, Emma Jane, asked
Mrs. Hacker. "Why cont he come
here any moreP"
cts just as well he shou ldn't," an
swered the girl; land if you could only
drop the Jane, ma; I hate it So"
"You didn't use to hate you poor
grandma's name," said Mrs. Hacker;
but money has spoiled you, Emma
Jane, if ever it spoiled q woman"
Don't be cross, ma" coaxed Emma
tom is very well, but he is common;
and you know how elegant young Mr..
Vreeland is. and-and he pays me great
deal of attention, ma"
"Ah, that's it," sighed old Mrs.
Hacker. "He's cut Thomas Hunt out.
You've Tilted the poor boy"
And now Vreeland came often to see
Emma Jane, was her escort everywhere,
drove her out, walked with her, sang
sentimental songs with his eyes fixed on
her face, and all that might be done to
show what his intentions were" And
a year from the day on which Mrs.
Hacker took possession of her new house,
she was not surprised by hearing that
Mr.. Vreeland desired TO see her alone.
"Yes, I'll go to see him, my DEAR"
said Mrs. Hacker, putting on her best
cap at the glass; " but can't help think.
ing of poor Tom"
Mr.. Vreeland sat in the parlor in ex
actly the proper attitude, wearing the
proper dress, and properly excited-no-
more. He informed the old lady that he
had lost his heart to her daughter, and
that as he believed he had found favor in
that young lady's eyes, desired to have
permission to set the wedding-day.
And Mrs. Hacker listened calmly, and
answered thus:
"Mr. Vreeland, I think you are what
they call good match for Emma Jane,
and I've nothing against you. 1t shall
be as she chooses. Only it's but fair to
tell you this. You must take her for
herself, for in weeks time we shall
leave this house, and l shall go back to
my little shop. I've been speculating,
and, well, you know how things so
sometimes"
eyes, I know" replied young Vree-
land. He turned as pale as death as he
spoke, and sat looking down at the
carpet.
After awhile he said:
Accept my condolences" and arose
and bowed himself out of the front
oor.
An hour afterrwad Emma Jane, to
whom her mother had told the same
story of speculation and loss, received a
note, which the Vreelands' black SER
want had brought to the door. 1t ran
thus:
"MY DAZZLING EMMA: You know I
adore and must adore you forever; but
my habits are extravagant. My father,
| like your mother, has entered into dis
astrous speculations, and l will not bind
you to marriage which could result in
nothing but misery. Yours ever, in
deep despair. REGINALD VREELAND."
All, it was all like dream to Emma.
They went back to the old house, and
the shop was opened again. The dirty
boxes were brushed, the counter oiled,
the pins and buttons, aud striped blue
elastic, and boxes of cheap thimbles,