The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1881-12-23

now"
"By the way, came on with another
bowling swell tonight on his way to
the Wbite-Cameron McIlvaine. He
was with large party of the upper-ten
from Baltimore people who have
gradually forgotten my existence, be-
cause have been too poor to go to
their parties, but whom 1 know by
sight. 1t is astonishing what a fuss
they all made over McIlvaine-a man
whe is said to have turned his wife out
OF doors, after having broken her heart
for years before. I hope you don't
know him |"
"I met him at dinner party at Mrs.
Dangerfefd's last week."
sion had waxed hot by the time I caught
tho next:
'"He is not decent acquaintance for
you"
"That is for me to Judge Of"
Close upon which they separated, and
Lilias and 1 went to bed. When we
went to breakfast the next morning the
Dangerfield party had vanished. Guy
was smoking cigar gloomily, waiting
for his train, which was several hours
overdue, having been delayed by an ac-
cident down the road. He was wonder
fully like his cousin in daylight.
"He is desperately in love with her,
and she knows it. But he is too poor
te marry, and some one has told her
that the first duty of woman is to marry
we'll, meaning rich man." Thus sum-
married. Lilias, surveying Guy through
IN open window, as we sat over our
coffee and corn-bread.
"She is evidently poor, too," 1 re-
sponded. "That duster Of hers was as
coarse as crocus, and the velvet on her
hat had been ironed, and badly ironed
too. I don't wonder she would like to
have little money. ''Tis we'll that
beauty should go beautifully"
In the course of week an invalid
arrived at the hotel who enlisted our
sympathy. This was pretty, delicate
woman of thirty five or forty, who ac-
companied by her child and two SER
wants, was on her way to the Hot
| Springs. She was so listless and so
the energy to drag herself this far, until
made out her great devotion to her
one little girl, who was herself in minia-
ture, dainty, exquisite, shy, and who
was doubtless her incentive to live.
This child went about clinging to her
coal-black little nurse-maid with tho
sweetest little air Of dependence posi-
BILE. The small nurses mother was the
invalid lady's own maid and nurse both
maids were an exact match in black
ness Of complexion and cleaning white
ness Of teeth and eyes.
The news Of the Presidents shooting
had flashed over tho wires the day
before. In fact I was poring over
newspaper containing the latest items
when voice spoke beside mo: "Has
de noos OBJ de obstruction dat done
work in us reach here yet?'
Nothing could exceed the gravity of
my interlocutor, the sick lady's servant.
Behind her stood her daughter, with
her lily-faced little charge clinging to
her hand. eyes, we have heard"
answered, surveying the party from un-
der my own vine and Alphabetically,
my own piazza.
owe were a-comin' troo Washington
at de time. Sez |: AN in dis var capi.
tai spot tool 1t are q scandal, as sure
as my name are Nancy"
She was so extremely composed,
decent and conversationally disposed
that discourse flowed easily. "The ex-
element was great" I surmised.
"It war enuff ter split de head open.
Essitement allays glbs me de headache.
Has yer heerd de name of the man as
done it, miss? Dey did tole me it was
Goody; but dat don't seem noways
nat'ral."
I murmured, Guiteau."
"Yer don't say so, miss?"
Then the younger maid put in, "Some
one said it war Brady"
"Don't be foolish, Dora. Brady war
our baker in Brighton, in England,
miss; so OBJ co'se it cudn't be him."
Then, with an abrupt change of CONVEX
sation: "Dat ar polonay fits yer ter o
T, miss"
"Like tea in a teapot" added the
daughter, ingratiatingly.
laughed, albeit secretly pleased at
this artless praise, so genuine WAS the
admiration depicted on each sable
visage.
81 wish my mistis cud war dem sorts
OBJ polonays. But she never takes of
her wrappers"
"She looks very delicate"
Here my own little girl decoyed the
little stranger a short distance away to
look at wretched puppy which she
was killing by inches with assiduous
kindness.
"She has had hard life, NISSAN
she brought up to de bes'l Done
graduate her edication in Europe, miss.
But men is so onsartin an she made
bad chice."
"Is she widow?'
"Wuss nor one. She amt a-libin'
wild her husband. He goes a-skylarkin'
roun' widout her, an she hab jes'
dropped him, down ter his name. She
are Mis- Ollie, which she war born an
raised to-"
"Is her husbands name McIlvaine2"
i say, by an inspiration.
"Lor, miss, mir you acquainted with
him I"
81 have heard of him."
l wants yer ter AK me favor-not
ter mention my mistis wur here. She
don't want him ter fin ner ont. He
might trubbel dc chile. Do doctors
said her larst chance fur dc rheumatism
OBJ de heart war desc hot springs, an
90 she come. But she don't want him
ter know she hab lef England"
4" won't speak Of having met you,"
i assured her.
"Dora, hop dat parasol squar ober
Miss Suzette to protect the sun from
her eyes," Nancy directed her daughter;
xQhapaupop nOra dianlova1 har taafh
and rolled her eyes literally in her
mothers direction as she obediently
unfurled scarlet parasol she held, and
dropped into an attitude of statuesque
immobility.
had word TO fay to Mrs. Ollie
that evening. She was very gentle in