News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1883-11-29
tissues and muscles. Beauty is only a

morning mist-it disappears.
''Shau change my allegiance for rancor
| Because fortune changes her side?
Or shall 1. like a vessel at anchor,
Neer with the veering tide?"
he sang. "You will be always beautiful
to me-"
Miss Broadlands remembered that
when, some weeks later, after an insane
patient had thrown a vial of corrosive
stuff into her face, she had courage to
| tie her veil across her bonnet and walk
out into the Park again. Strangers no
longer turned to look at her. ''POor
| Miss BrOadlands," others murmured as
she passed; never "Pretty Miss Broad
lands. There was no longer such a
person as pretty Miss Broadlands. She
| sat down on a rustic seat in a Sc
cluded part of the Park, and reflected
| upon the fact. Nurses with children IN
| tow passed and repassel, the swans
swan lazily about the pond, the swal-
| lows dipped low for insects, the sunset
| burned brightly in the west; now and
then pair of lovers sauntered by, and
she shivered. Was it not her own fault,
after all, that she was no longer pretty
Miss Broadlands Had she not taken
she any right to play the part she had
chosen, even in good cause ? and was
this the punishment Had she lost
everything but what she had pretended
to lose? Everything that she had cared
to possess just then Il shadow fell
across her path, and Constant Stanley
asked:
MAY I sit here with you for a little
while?''
Yes" she answered, and she lifted
the heavy folds of her veil and con-
fronted him. you Will not care to sit
long. You will never make r>y smile.
my glance, my bloom, immortal on your
canvas. You would not care to paint
me through the eors now. Do you re-
member the night you tolu me I was
more beautiful than ever? ?"
II remember" he cried, ''Shall I
change my allegiance because fortune
changes her side?"
"YOU can't help i. I don't blame
you. You love beauty"
Il love You, and he kissed the SCARED
cheek.
Miss BroadIands had found her true
lover at last-a lover who valued neither
wealth nor beauty, and whom she had
tested more heroically than she meant
to do. Had fate taken the affair out Of
her hands?
"a thousand congratulations my dear
Stanley" said Mr.. Stanhope one day,
meeting the artist. "Ah, you are doing
4 fine thing for yourself, my boy. Hist
not a word-I'll tell you a secret. You
fancy you are marrying & beggar, ell ?
Nothing of the kind. On your wedding
day [ shall transfer Miss Broadlands
fottUne into your ha-ds intact ! 1t is
all ruse, this poverty Of hers. Has
she ever said she was poor? No.
You've taken it for granted, and it's
frightened her lovers away. You
you've stood the test"
mo jokes, StanhOpe," gasped Con-
slant.
"Jokes This is a solemn truth, thank
your stars y
As for Stanley, he felt as if a cold
wind had blown them apart. The
whom he had believed all truth
and sincerity practicing a deep-Iaid
scheme of deception Since neither her
beauty nor her money had won him.
what was it he loved but the holiness OF
her nature, and was there any loftiness,
Any AOpILtE; III IItNIHS part, even 10 !
test a lover? This was not the woman |
with whom he could spend happy life
time III glad confidence; this was not the |
he had loved. And so it hap |
pened that he had left only a few lines of |
for Miss Broadlands when
he set out for the ends of the earth |
alone.
As for Miss Broadlands she returned |
to the old homestead again.
"She has recovered her money, peo-
PIE said, but she will never be pretty
Miss Broadlands again"
1t was years afterward that the pic
ture of ''Delilah, by an unknown artist,
made great stir in fashionable art
circles. Miss Broadlands went to see it |
among others. There was the perfect
smile, the liquid eyes, the fover-Iike
bloom, the exquisite features immor-
talized.
"Heremembers. afterau, she thought.
''He remembers"
Nobody else remarked that if was a |
portrait of pretty Miss Broadlands.-
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