The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-08-30
SELECTED SKETCH.
AUNT DORINDA'S LEGACY.

Little Rim, is what I have always
heard you called. Pray, Miss Blanchford,
what is your name T"
smile and dimple, a blush and then a
laugh, while six of Miss Blanchford's admir-
ers waited for her answer.
% am named for my dear old-fashioned
aunt Dorinda," she said, addressing Lewald
Llwellyn, who had asked the question
Having two of the name in the family, l,
the younger, am called Little Rim. 1t isn't
pretty name, or romantic, but very con-
venieni, and SO appropriate ~ drawing her
self to her fun graceful height and making
her companions sweeping courtesy; for
Miss Blanchford, though not little" was
beautiful, and belle, and masculine homage
attended her every footstep.
The party were at the Osprey House down
on Comorant Cape, in the finest of the fine
summer weather; and, as the young lady
spoke, she turned and pointed to one of the
prettiest of the shore cottages.
There is my aunt Dorinda's summer
house." she said
/" Is Mrs. General Blensille your aunt ?"
(
while the others politely whistled under their
breath, and Miss Blanchford nodded, lightly.
A moment more and the group Ind sepa.
rated, Aubrey Villars taking Godfrey Thorne
by the arm, and leading him off to whisper
in his ear, Mrs. General Blenville is very
old-very eccentric-but the richest woman
/ know and if Little Rim is her niece, she
must be an heiress, as well as belle and a
beauty"
The others exchanged much the same con-
| 6dences. Llwellyn alone said nothing, but
walked away thinking. He had often Won
dered how girl conld be as beautiful as
Mia Dlanehford and not be spoiled and
now it turned out that she was, in perspec-
tive rich, he marveled still more So gen.
erous, SO unaffected, so simple, so sweet
tempered-and he had seen her temper
severely tried by her father. In contrast
with his sisters-the only women he hnew
well-she did not seem to be, likewise, of
flesh and blood. His spirits fell. He had
como to that quiet place for the summer,
much harassed by care thinking to see no
/ one be would care for, and yet he believed
now that he had found the one woman
whom, of all the world, he could love. OF
late his business losses had been heavy, but
they had not caused him great dependency
until this summer, when he was obliged to
realize that he was comparatively poor
man. II he offered himself to Little Rim, he
certainly believed her father would counsel
her to reject him. Not that Mr.. Cuthbert
Banchford was curmulgeon. On the con-
trary, he was man of brilliant parts,
socially bnt he was an opiuu-eater, and his
temper uncertain,
At times he was very tyrannical, though
he certainly loved his daughter, who was his
only child, and was very proud of her. But
they We're not wealthy, and he had openly
ayowed his wish TO have his daughter marry
arich man. Certainly Little Rim, with her
accomplishments, her liehtness and grace,
did not seem fitted to be the wife of poor
man. He had better not dream Of it. But
Comorant Cape, with its fine outlook, it's
free breezes, its pleasant nooks suddenly
had lost its satisfaction. He grew restless !;
there was gnawing pain OF his heart. 1t
amazed him to find that he had hoped.
The rustic of Miss Banchfords silver
gray dress upon the piazza aroused him
fit of dependency.
q 1t is very naughty to be idle," said a
musical voice. "Come and take care Of me
while go down ON the rocks and catch some
snelts for papa's breakfast
He rose from the rustic bench quickly
Miss Blanchford had sun-hat with turquois
blue ribbons tipped over her face, fishing
rod in her slender gloved hand. She
addressed him with her usual gay frankness,
and led the way down upon the rocks,
merrily talking.
81 love to steal awhile away, don't
you I? she quoted. We have nice social
times here-the boarders are very agreeable /;
but it's SO deliciously quiet out here-it rests
one."
He had baited her hook and put the rod
into her hand. Then held dropping branch
of the single tree to shelter her face. Then
he stood and watched the perfect contour of
the roseate cheek and dimpled chin, while
she dropped the hook into the water and
quietly waited. Suddenly the lovely eyes,
bluer than the ribbons, looked full up.
" Hasn't this been delightful summer 2"
she said.
at has been to me-" he said. Something
flashed from his gray eyes into her blue
ones the white lids fell quickly.
"But it is past" he added after q pause.
"I go home tomorrow"
The blue-ribboned hat brim suddenly fell
little lower. Standing above her, he could
see only the dimpled chin now, and could
not know that chill seemed to have touched
the satin cheek 1t was white as the curling
crests beneath But her tone had changed
when she spoke again:
az suppose VIC, too, viii 60 before thu
month is ont"
He felt the change, yet dared not believe
it, and kept bravely silent; but when I
breeze suddenly blew the concealing ha
back upon the graceful shoulders, q face al
pale, grieved; and changed, was shown him
The revelation was to much.
"Let me tell you why the summer ha
been SO pleasant to me-" he said, "becaus'
the sweetest woman have ever known ha
been so much my companion. And 60 to
morrow, much as would like to stay, be
cause-let me say it--for ] say 1t withou
hope,-I love her.