The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1882-05-19

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be able to get any sketch OF weltering
waters or bits of sail or shipping or sea-
birds on the wav.
He had plenty OF time to think il over
as the hours went by before he was
called into the great mans presence.
The consnlship OF venice2 All, that
was pityl he should be very sorry to
be obliged to 10 use request Of his
friend, the writer Of the letter Mr.. Stuart
had sent in. He | oil heard Of MIR. Stuart;
he had seen some Of hiswork and indeed
had purchased little scene, "The Spent
Wnve," il Mr.. Stuart remembered it.
And as Raphaers color rose something
about him seemed to interest tie Secre-
tary more, for he read the letter again
and asked him for his other papers.
They are very strong" he said, ''and,
it is very unfortunate. have all but
promised the consulship to Mr.. Tiernny,
who has Just left me. Perhaps You saw
him pass out; he looks like an Italian
brigand, and there seems something fit
ting and appropriate in designating him
for the post" said the secretary, laugh
ing, for he knew how to fill disagreea-
BILE pauses with light words. "Well,
uv1i, NO st-faf ~ -f--h 20 - a. '~-J
-1uCu IL ChiuOb uc VI btINiCo W yOus
Depend upon it 1 shall try. am sorry
to have 30 far committed myself Per-
haps something can be done although I
am doubtful. Are You in the city longP
Where are you stayingp Can You dine
with me tonight My wife and dauRh-
ters will be pleased. A few pleasant
people. Sharp seven. Good-norning."
And before Raphael recovered himself
the plausible secretary had bowed him
out and admitted the next, and he was
standing with dnzed air among the
ruins Of bis hopes, the face Of the Italian
brigand, whom hc now remembered to
have seen, dominating the ruins like
that of an evil genius.
But be was not OF the sort easily cast
down. After couple Of hours he was on
his feet again, full of pluck and purpose,
investigating the art OF the Capitol, end
few minutes before seven he was at
the Secretary's door, admitted by the
stately black porters, making his best
bow to Mrs. Secretary, and il not cons
cious that Miss Secretary was regarding
him with an suspicious eye, quite cons
cious that she looked like enc Of the
sweetest and best natured young women
in the world and one to whom, before
the dinner was announced to which he
| led her out, he felt like confiding both
his joys and sorrows.
What troubled Lin was, that before he
had been five minutes, in the drawing
room, he had seen the Italian brigand
talking with famous general and look
ing as though he were taking his points
so as to be ready for the next ambush,
and that now he was placed on the other
side Of the table but f3g seats dis
tant.
The dinner went on quite as usual,
when suddenly there was lull in the
conversation, which had been turned by
The secretary to the subject OF modern
literature, and Mr.. Tiernsy's voice was
heard quite distinctly saying to the
secretary as he bent slightly toward.
"Oh, assure you, my dear sir, there is
no one better qualified than l to speak
of The Song OF the Morning Stars
sRcs @ hs wrote II s sIs nay y say. Il" And And
like ono preparing TO offer battic he
added: That is to say, Hiss Wildi ose
and wrote it together, and rewrote it.
think there il not a single stanza in
which our jnint work is not found. The
idea of the opening chorus is her own,
and the work mine. / myself suggested
the refrain of iba Wondering Stars, and
she worked that mp"
"And tbe Clouds of Comets2" asked
the secretary.
ooh, that is nire, too; oDd so was the
Earth's recitation ia the Regions Of Me-
tecrs, all mine. But her delicate touches
gave it grace not within the power ef
q masculine pen. Miss Wildrcse
grace"
| II beg pardon Are you speaking Of
Miss W.ldroeci said the secretary's
daughter, ms Raphael sal aghGst aud
utterly incapable Of using her name in
the scene.
80; Miss Wildrose ?" said Mr.. Tier
nay. "Oh, certainly"
! 81 o., =, ~~-, -oniiu tncw her ~
"Better than sister. might add,
since We have worked for one name and
our fame together"
"How should like to see her Do
You suppose she will ever GOMEZ to
Washington ?"
"Ah, it is unlikely. The poet is too
sensitive for contact with practical
things, you know"
"Then You must tell NO Of her. oi
she pretty? Is she pleasingf"
"Pleasing, yes. II can hardly
speak OF her so openly, you must be-
lieve me. She is perhaps ones idea Of
Sspphc-"
"Yes. Large?"
"Superb molding."
"Blue eyes?'
"As violets."
"Then 1 hope her hair is black"
GAS black as night"
"Every one has such different ides
OF Sappho," said Mics Secretary. "Nov
to me Sappho looks like Story's Cleo
patra. And by the wav, papa, do yor
know that Mr. Gould's Ghost of Ham
let's Father is to be seen in Boston?
could take the journey there to see it
He is the Shelley of sculptois." AND
then the secretary took up the tale, and
his daughter bent her head over hel
little satin menu and whispered II
Raphael, Il thought you said you wert
engaged to marry Miss Wildrosef"
$50 | did"
"wby then didn't you announce your
self. just now?'
Drag her name before dinnel
table?'
81 believe in youl'' she said. ear
nestly. Have you her picture? Pray
let me see it 2"
She looked at it and passed it to her
next neighbor. "It looks more like a
New England maiden than like a
queens daughter" she said. as she did
so.
"Oh, is this the new princess ?" cried
the lady into whose hands il came
directly afterward, and it presently
reached the Secretary. 1t was a minia
ture that Raphael himself had painted.