The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1858-02-03

preserve heart, "or else he would have TAX
en- great deal more pains to win me.
"Ah '' said the good angel what bet
ter love can man give, than that which
sees your faults and strengthens you against
them ? True, he has set his ideal of wo-
manhood go high that you do not come up
to it but he sees in you capabilities for
good beyond those of other women, though
to the height of your capabilities you have
never attained
"Oh | shall be worse woman, and
an unhappy woman, if do not love Frank
Handy, and if Frank Handy does not love
me, 4" said her heart, now turning to its bet
ter instincts as she threw herself upon her
little, white, dimity-covered bed in her own
chamber, and shutting out the light from
her eyes, thought what life would be if
Frank never said Snip Frank, who was
even then walking in the fields, trying to
think all the harm he could Of her
Here she lay, and cried, and disquieted
herself in vain. And she thought over all
the good she had ever heard of Frank
Handy, and-strange that though it
seemed to her be had the good word and
good opinion of every man who knew him
no one had ever quite seemed to appreciate
him to his full value. Perhaps he had
never shown his inmost heart to other peo.
pie as he had to her. Her wounded feel.
ing seized upon the balm she found in such
q thought Frank was not man to put
forth his pretensions. She had wronged
him very much in calling him conceited
and presuming. He had spoken only what
he had a right to think about his own sin.
cerity and oh how she wished he could
think great deal better of her.
During the burst of tears that followed
tn isreAection. the great farm tes.bell rang.
Cynthia sprang from he, bed and wiped
her eyes. If she looked as if she had been
crying might not some one say she was
fretted to lose Seth Taggart? Seth Tag
gart, indeed She wasn't going to cry for
losing any man And the evil spirits re-
Stunning their sway
So Cynthia went down stairs, towering
in pride and wrath, She had half mind
not to 20 to the wedding. No. she could
not do that. People would certainly say
things she would not ike about her and
Ssrh Taggart, if she staid away. 1t was
delicate ground with her. this matter of
Seth Taggurt's because he had never made
her any offer. Il thi nix men treat women
shamsfully," ,aid Cynthia in her thoughts
summing up all her wrongs at once, as she
sat at the tea'table, priming herself with
pride against the weakness before which
she felt her courage giving away.
Cynthia, reckon you'd best 90 and
dress you" said her mother, as she was
clearing away the table after tea you
leave the things, and I'll wash up and put
away 1t will take you some time to FIX
yourself, and you ought to be there early
if you going to stand up with Sue
| Who's the groomsman Miss Brides
maid ?" said her father
Frank Handy. sir" said Cynthia, with
toss of her head.
"Ha Handy '"s said her father, "a right
clever fellow is Frank. It'll be lucky
woman he stands up with to be married
TO-"
Cynthia escaped 10 ber own room, and
she began to cry again. There her father
spoke well Of Frank but nobody could
know him as well as abe knew him. Oh!
if he only would come back. Why hadn't
she known the state Of her own heart that
morning. But he took her so by surprise
and all her evil feelings had got upper
most at the moment. 1t would be very
cruel of him-very-not to try her again.
Thus she thought, until she was sufhc-
isntly advanced in her toilet to put her
wreath on. Should she wear it Would
it be confessing too much, if he were to see
it ip her hair2 She looked for some ribbons
in her drawer, but at this moment her faith.
sr called her, and said, if she came quick
he would drive her over TO Susie's before
be embarrassed hi. old mare SO she put
on the hop wreath in hurry, giving il
the benefit of her doubt, and its trembling
green bells mixed with the light curls Of
her pretty sunny hair
Where did you get that from ?" sale
her father, "It's mighty tasty, declare
Give me kiss, Cinthy, l hope you
beaux will think you look halfa pretty a
l do. And it's better, my child to be sd
mirsd by your father, who loves you, thai
by crowd Of foolish fellows, half of whom
get round pretty girl just like my Aocl
of sheep out yondsr, one following bscaus