Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1895-10-18
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beautiful effect. That will be your work
tomorrow
eyes, uncle" l murmured, for dared
not yet raise my eyes to his face.
That evening l retired early to my
chamber and went at once to bed. | wish
ed to be alone, so that | might think things
over. "The night gives counsel is an
old adage, and | had great need that the
proverb prove true. In an hour or two
fell asleep. Not till morning did anything
occur to me but Indifferent dreams; then
had a strange vision. l saw Rose coming
out of church in the lovely toilette of a
bride. She wore an exceedingly tall head
dress, yet it was very pretty. Then sud
denly the picture changed. 1t was moon
light and there was frghtfu crowd of
helmets and old china, with my uncle
brandishing a halberd in his hand and
conducting dance.
The next day. All, the next day. |
shall never forget it. Although | was
madly Furnishing the enormous helmet
which had been brought in the previous
evening, and grinding my teeth with rage,
yet all my energy could not suggest to me
a way out of my dilemma.
The helmet shone like the sun. My I'M
Gle smoked his pipe, all the while looking
at me, but not a single idea came to my
assistance. No plan had revealed itself to
me to force him to yield to me the hand of
his ward.
At o'clock Rose set out for the country.
She did not return till dinner-time. On
the threshold she beckoned to me with her
hand; my uncle had not left us a moment
alone. The carriage awaited her before the
door. She entered it, and drove off. My
uncle was not pleased. / saw that in his
face. Without doubt our conversation
of the previous evening clouded his spirit.
l continued to burnish my helmet.
at shines finely" he said. "Now leave
it," l left it. A storm was brewing sure
ly. Would it break on me? l determined
to let it pass, if possible. Suddenly seized
| by a strange idea, my uncle, taking the
helmet in his hands, turned it around,
studying all sides of it. "a beautiful piece
indeed, but my faith it must weigh heavi-
| ly on ones shoulders w
know not what evil Hend impelled
| him, but he took the helmet, put it on,
and frightened the neck-piece.
Amazed looked at him. Certainly this
| head-gear was anything but becoming to
him. At that moment the sound of rusty
| spring which unblnds Itself was plainly
heard, and bang the visor fattened and
| behold, my uncle had his head completely
shut up behind immovable bars, and the
prisoner was gesticulatng and crying like
| a heather.
burst out laughing. Indeed, my uncle,
with his enormous girth and short legs, and
with this casque on his head, was a gro
tesque spectacle.
| He advanced fiercely toward me.
1.-The hinge" he cried. The hinge,
imbecile! Did you not hear it crack?''
kept on laughing and could not speak
word. The helmet wrigglei about SO
| comically on his shoulders, and bis voice
sounded to me so queer from within it,
while he was gesticulating and screeching
and threatening me, that could not stop
laughing to save me.
At this crisis o'clock struck and the
bell of the Hotel de Vile resounded with
clearness.
"The municipal council" murmured
my uncle in a stiled voice. sect this hel.
met off from me as quick as you can. We
will settle our differences afterward."
But happily an idea had come to me.
had become desperate. responded, mo
l will not get the helmet off,"
My uncle drew back, thunderstruck, anC