Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-10-27

were played; but, in the evening, it was for
saken by all except Catcrina, and, sometimes,
one other person.
She paced up and down in the moonlight,
her pale face, and thin, white-ro robed form max
ing her look like the ghost of some former Lady
Chevcrel come to revisit the glimpscs of the
moon.
By-and-by she paused opposite the broad
window above the portico, and looked out on
the long vista of turf and trees now stretching
chill and saddened in the moonlight.
Suddenly breath of warmth and roses
seemed to float towards her, and an arm stole
gently round her waist, while soft hand took
up her THY fingers. Caterina felt an electric
thrill and was motionless for one long moment !;
then she pushed away the arm and hand, and,
turning round, lifted up to the face that hung
over her, eyes full of tenderness and reproach.
The fawn-lke unconsciousness was.gone, and In
that one look were the ground tones of poor
little Caterina's nature-intensc love and fierce
jealousy.
=" Why do yoi push me away, Catina ~
said Captain Wybrow in halfwhisper " are
you angry with me for what hard fate puts
upon me? Would you have me cross my uncle
who has done 80 much for us both--in his
dearest wish? You know have duties-we
both have duties-before which feeling must be
sacrificed"
eyes, yes,' said Caterina, stamping her
loot, and turning away her head, " don't tell
me what know already"
There was voice speaking in Catorina q
mind, to which she had never yet given VENT
That voice said continually, " Why did he make
me love hm-why did he let me know that he
loved me, if he knew all the while that he
couldn't brave everything for my sake?' Then
love answered, " He was led on by the feeling
of the moment, as you have been, Caterina
and now you ought to help him to do what is
right" Then the voice rejoned, " 1t WIS a
slight matter to him. He doesn't much mind
giving you up. He will soon love that beauti-
full woman, and forget poor little pale thing
like you"
Thus love, anger, and jealousy were strug-
Cling IN that young soul.
I" Besides, Catina,' continued Captain Wy
brow III still gentler tones, :" shall not sue
coed. Miss ASHER very likely prefers some ont
else; and you know have the best will IN the
world to fail. l shall come back lmples>
neutrality-suspicious. to find you already married
to the good looking chaplain, who is over head
and ears in love with you. Poor Sir Christie
pher has made up his mind that you re to have
Gilfl"
"Why will you speak so? You speak from
your own want of feeling Go away from me. y
"Don't let US part in anger, Catina. All
this may pass away. It's as likely as not thai
| may never marry any one at all. These pal
patations may carry me off, and you may have
the satisfaction of knowing that shall never
be anybody bridegroom. Who knows wha
may happen? may be my own master bcfor
get into the bonds of holy matrimony, and b
able to choose my little singing-bird. VIII,
should we distress ourselves before the time ?"
I" 1t is easy to talk 50 when you are not feel
ing" said Catina, the tears flowing fast. 1t
bad to bear now, whatever may come after. Bu
you don't care about my misery"
Don't l, Tina?" said Anthony in his ter
derest tones, again stealing his arm around he
waist and drawing her towards him. Poo
Catlna was the slave of this voice and touch
Grief and resentment, retrospect and foreboC
ing vanishtd-all life before and after meIte
away in the bliss of that moment, as Anthon
pressed his lips to hers.
Captain Wybrow thought, Poor lit
Tina !! 1t would make her very happy to ha,
t me. But she isl mad little thing"
At that mement loud bell startled Catr
from her trance of bliss. 1t was the summon
to prayers in the chapel, and she fastened awJ
. leaving Captain Wybrow to follow slowly.
f 1t was pretty sight that family assembled
l worship in the little chapel where couple
! wax candles threw a mild faint light on the e
ures kneeling there. In the desk was Mr.. G
: fiji, with his face shade gravcr than usu;
: On his right hand, kneeling on their red vclV
cushions, were the master and mistress of t
Q household in their elderly digni6ed beauty.
d his left, the youthful grace of Anthony a.
It Cater!na, in all the striking contrast of thu
colouring-he, with his exquisite outline a
&c rounded fairness, like an Olympian god; s
y dark and tinny like gypsy changeling. Th
d there were the domestics kneeling on rcd-cov
(. ed forms,-the women headed by Mrs. Bellau
e. the natty little old house keeper, in snowy C
u and apron, and Mrs. Sharp, my lady's ma
!; Of somewhat vinegar aspect and aaunting attl
m the men by Mr.. Bellamy the butler, and \
he Warren Sir Chrstopher's venerable Wallet
A few collects from the Evening Service v
ed what Mr.. Glfl habitually read, ending W
al the simple petition, '' Tighten our darkness.
Ii And then they all rose, the servants turn
'e to curtsy and bow as they went out. The fan
or returned to the drawing room, said good nj
- to each other, and dispersed-all to spe
5h slumber except two. Caterina only cried
nd self to sleep after the clock had struck tive
he Mr. Gilfl lay awake still longer, thinking
an very likely Caterina was crying.
es' Captain Wybrow, having dismissed his v
nd at eleven, was soon in a soft slumber, his
'ge looking like fine cameo in high relief on
IN slightly-indented pillow.
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- CHAPETR III.
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