Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1882-04-07

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homo the day before was presented at court,
and l had thought he meant to give me
pearls, and had ordered pale amber dress
l cried about it, but dared not ask him TO
change them, or refuse to wear them, and
felt so disguised. knew they looked detes-
table, and heard one old lady whisper to
another Eggs and spinach and the other
said something about City, and they both
tittertd. One feels those things when one is
young. Well, hopo Mrs. O'Shane may be
happier in wearing them O'Shane pah 1
dare say, though, she'll be as proud of the
name as l was at that time of being Lady
Paulett-ah mel
"What next2 Emily-my diamond brooch2
Yes, here it is" 1t was one of those quaint,
old-fashioned ones in silver setting-a large
spray of flowers and leaves Pretty little
gentle thing, it's too grand for her now, but
she'll be fine young woman some of these
days. They say she's something like what
was, but without my high spirits. Dear
dear what gay young thing was at her
age, and what fine things / expected were to
happen to me in my life and what a dreary
time / have had Of it. 1 must keep an eye on
little Emily, wherever am. They are all too
apt to overlook her Yes, she shall have the
diamonds. Mr.. Paulett gave them TO me on
my wedding day, and wore them at the
grand ball his company gave when the Duke
came into the city to be made Cheesemon-
ger. l can see myself now in my white Can
ton Grape with the French fringes and the
myrtle sprig embroidery and the Prince of
Wales plume in my hair. Josiah said look
ed quite elegant, only very young, Che was
sensitive about the difference in our ages,
poor man. l remember hearing Lord Hen.
ry Murray, the Dukes aide-de- camp, ask
who the pretty little bride was, and min
ute after he came up and was presented. He
led me out, right to the head of the room, in
to the very set with the Duke and the Lady
Mayoress, and / thought Josiah would be so
pleased. 1 could see him fdgeting about the
whole time trying to catch sight of us be-
tween the people, and shaking his head and
making signs to me, till 1 almost forgot the
fgures-and my dancing used TO be greatly
admired in those days" Lady Paulett smiled
to herself at the thought, arched her neck,
and made little movement with her wrink-
led old fingers as if gracefully bestowing the
tips on some imaginary partner.
1T was vexatious, and Lord Henry was so
kind and so droll But Mr.. Paulett gave me
such q frown as he led me out into the tea
room that hardly knew what he said or how
to answer him. Poor dear Josiah To think
that, after all, he was only afraid that was
laughing too much, and Lord Henry might
think me a silly school girl, or that some of
the city ladies might fancy we were quizzing
them. l cried all the way home, and that
was the end of my first appearance in soci-
ety."
Lady Paulett laid by the brooch in its case
after carefully rubbing it with silk handker-
chief.
"Arabella, my goddaughter must have
the diamond earrings l got them when l
was too happy TO care about them, when our
little son was born. How kind Sir Josiah
was then there was nothing he would not
have done for me or baby. He gave them
to me for the christening dinner, and little
| Jos took notice of them and laughed when
he was brought down to have his health
drunk. Such a noble little fellow he looked: !:
dark curly hair and blue eyes like my dear
fathers, taking notice of everything, and
only six weeks old and that very week he
was in his coffin. My poor little son! !" The
old lady snapped the case and pushed it away
from her with a trembling hand
81 had just begun to think that after all 1
might be going to have some happiness in
this world when he was taken from me. Sir
Josiah never seemed to care for anything but
his business after that"
"When came here and saw Jack in his
cradle, he looked so like my boy thought
he was given back to me. Dear, good, loving
Jack can never cast him off, must speak
| to Mr.. Blackett about that. Now. My dressing
case All that must be Mrs George Paulett's
her initials are the same as mine. Sapphire
necklace. Cameo set. Pearl cross and ear
rings for her three daughters. They're rich
enough to have as much jewelry of their own
as they want and the rubies 1 must keep
for Spencer Paulett's wife, when he gets one
"why, that's the end of my list, excepting
| Cecilia, and there are Olivia, Maria Grace,
the little boys, and the baby-all come since
| / made it out. Well, l dare say l can find
some remembrance of their old auntie for
each-not that they'll ever remember me.
| Ceci must have my workbox. She has my
pretty taste in needlework, with a compla-
cent glance at the patchwork and tenstitch in
which the gold threads in Ruth's gleanings
and Rebeccas earrings still family glim-
meEed.) The new crewel-work isn't so bad.
l could have taught her something if hadn't
been going away. Parker"
Parker, moving heap of brocades and
furs, gave faint, inarticulate reply.
| MY workbox !"
Parker staggered off and returned with a
queer little Chinese box with an inlaid land
scape, pagoda with two Celestials walking
in the skies above it on the lid
you're dreaming, Parker When did you
hnd this? I've not seen it these ten
years !"
Parker scurried away like a frightened rab-
l II,
ticie-ebony and gold without, quilted satin,
pearl and yet more gold within. A turquoise
studded thimble-crystal smelling-bottle in
| case the fair worker should collapse under her
arduous labors-a pearl-framed mirror with
which she might refresh herself by occasion
al glances-curious implements apparently
constructed to support the largest possible
amount of gold chasing, without point that
would pierce or blade that would cut
| Al. aaln TO- In,
| lined, padded, perfumed, and empty, except
for half made baby's cap with the rusty
needle still sticking in it.
"Who was there to work for when he was
gone A.? said the poor old lady looking at the
morsel of dscolored cambric "What had
left in the world to care for then? What
have now, for that matter2"
She began with nervous impotence to open
and close some of the cases, almost at ran
dom. 81 would have put them away forever,
long, long ago, and been a faithful nurse to
my husband, if he would have let me, all
through those last long weary years of his
life but he never loved me well enough to
wish for me-he cared more for his old
housekeeper. My lady is young, and should
have her pleasure, heard her say once. He
had married me for my good looks, and was
not to be defrauded of his bargain, and l
must dress and visit and entertain in our
large dull and splendid house-weary, oh I!
so weary of it all He was proud of me, in
his way, and gave me all he promised when
he asked me to marry him. Much good it
was to me father and mother dead-Sister
Sophia married and gone-no one left to ad-
mire my splendor or profit by my wealth. "
Here entered Parker and began noiselessly to
make up the FIRE and put out her lady's dress
ing gown and slippers as a gentle reminder
of bedtime. "Ah it's late, Parker. Well,
I've flushed. No; go and finish your pack
inc. and then come. What am to do with
this?" This was the little sham Chinese box
"a sadly battered and shabby little thing.
The pink sarcenet lining was frayed and gone,
disclosing the bare wood and cottonwood
foundation. In the compartments were odds