The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1881-04-09

favored foreigner But it was only
James way with everybody.
"That is one of the troubles with
her." said Helen. "She hasn't any
identity. She forgets herself in the
next person always. A bit of white
glass-that is all she is" And there was
such an assumption of authority in
Helen's sayings that, after few repe-
titions, one was apt to take them as
gospel. Only DR.. Malatestata never
did; and his polite way of looking over
her and through her as if she were a
transparency or did not exist at all, was
the only way he had of moving Helen.
And that did move her. Presently I
thought l saw that Helen had deter
mined to change it; and although she
did not care sou for him himself, she
could not brook rebel within her
dominion, and she meant to make
him care for her. In the full flow
of admiration long received her
pride had sailed upon smooth cur
rent, without an obstruction. This OBJ
struction of the oblivious Italian doctor
caused disagreeable commotion in the
tide. What made me first think of it
was Helen's picking to pieces bunch
of yellow blossoms she had brought in
from the woods, and as she passed the
doctor in his chair scattering a rain of
them all over him, and then looking
back with laugh that showed her
glittering teeth and frightened all the
carnation on her olive cheeks and the
luster in her eyes. Well, she was too
beautiful for anything but dreams. The
doctor must have seen what thought
where I sat in the window frame, for
presently he said to me: "Too brilliant
for use, is it not2 AS for me. prefer
What was it Miss Jane read to me to-
day9'
"You mean
ga creature not too bright and good
For human natures daily food?'
That would be Miss Jane herself"
said I.
est. Jane" said he.
81 suppose" said, that one sees a
plenty of such faces in Rome 2"
GAS Miss Helens? Plenty"
I always thought Helen looked like
& Roman lady"
"Like Roman peasant girl" said
he.
But knew better than to repeat his
words.
$50 your peasant girls have that
golden tinge under the carmine?'
asked him.
"All of them"
In day or two Helen, who often
came over to Aunt Elroy's, where she
saw group of us, when Emily and
Mrs. Knowles were having one of their
seances, was standing by pillar of the
gallery, twisting budding vine about
herself, and humming bird came dart
ing along, and lowered o moment, just
as if he took her mouth for q blossom.
We all exclaimed and laughed, even the
doctor; and when the next moment @
saucy robin in the black heart cherry
tree gave forth burst of his music,
and Helen opened her lips and answered
it in delicious trill on trill, we felt as il
the scene was something ideal.
"You could hardly do better than this
in Italy," said to the doctor.
"The robins take you for one OF
themselves, Helen" said Aunt Elroy.
"It is one of the wise birds, said the
doctor. " He wants another song from
you, Miss Helen, as I, indeed, do too
And then Helen sang again. She had
been chary of her songs before; but
after this you always knew when Helen
was coming by the music that ushered
her, and where she was going by the
sweet sounds that went dancing after
her.
!
Chow can he help falling at ner feet p
said I to Cousin Stanhope, on one of his
Saturdays with us.
"He is lame" said Stanhope.
"Nonsense!"
"And then I should have fallen il
love with her myself long ago, if it had
not been for her temper"
"You, Stanhope? y
eyes, 7; and f.
off what ?"
eff I had not fallen in love witt
somebody else"
But lust then the doctor, who had sc
far improved as to be able to use {
crutch, came down the garden-path anc
took Stanhope off with him. saw lit
tie Jane gaze after them intently mo
ment; and I wondered vaguely If she
were too fond of Stanhope, and fell
vaguely disturbed and unhappy, an(
went home and practiced sonata till
was tired out
How fair and sweet Jane was In those
June days, as they camel There wa
such an unspeakable tranquility abou
her. I never looked at her withou
thinking of perfect, placid dawnings.
what a complete lady Jane is"
said to Stanhope once, as we were walk
ing in the wood.
"That is because her temperament il
so quiet. It gives her manners repose,
he answered. 80 All her ways are pleas
antness and all her paths are peace.
And knew I had no right to be vexet
with him for speaking so. Who could
be blamed for loving Jane?
"Only I never could see, added Stan
hope, show any man could fall in low
with Jane. I should as soon think o
kissing a statue. But then, suppose,
he said, looking half askance at me
"when one is in love with somebod,
else" And he stopped, because tw,
people we're slowly coming through thu
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