Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-11-24
MIR. GILFIL'S LOVE STORY.
CHAPTER XI.

The following Sunday, the morning being
rainy, it was determined that the family should
not 90 to Cumbermoor Church as usual, but
that Mr.. Gilfl, who had only an afternoon
service at his curacy, should conduct the morn
ing service in the chapel
Just before the appointed hour of eleven,
Caterina came down into the drawing room,
looking so unusually ill as to call forth an
anxious inquiry from Lady Cheverel, who, on
learning that she had severe headache, insist
ed that she should not attend service, and at
once packed her up comfortably on a sofa near
the fire, putting volume of Tillotson' 8 Sermons
into her hands, as appropriate reading, if
Caterina should feel equal to that means of ed
ifcation.
Excellent medicine for the mind are the
good archbishop's sermons, but medicine, un-
happily, not suited to Tnas case. She sat
with the book open on her knees, her dark eyes
fixed vacantly on the portrait of that handsome
Lady Cheverel, wife of the notable Sir Anthony.
She gazed at the picture without thinkingo Of it,
and the fair blonde dame seemed to look down
on her with that benignant unconcern, that
mild wonder, with which happy, self-possessed
women are apt to look down on their agitated
and weaker sisters.
Caterna was thinking of the near future-of
the wedding that was 50 soon to come-of all
she would have to live through in the next
months.
81 wish could be very ill, and die before
then," she thought. "When people get very
ill, they don't mind about things. Poor Patty
Richards looked so happy when she was in @
= decline. She didn't seem to care any more
about her lover that she was engaged to b'
married to, and she liked the smell of flower
80 that used to take her. D, if l could bu
like anything-if could but think about an,
thing else? If these dreadful feelings would g
away, l wouldn't mind about not being happy
Wouldn't want anything-and could do wha
would please Sir Christopher and Lad,
Cheveral. But when that rage and ange
comes into me, don't know what to do;
don't feel the ground under me ; / only feel m
head and heart beating, and it seems as if
must do something dreadful. O! wonder
any one ever felt like me before. must be YER
wicked. But God will have pity on me; H
knows all have to bear"
In this way the time wore on till Tina hear
the sound of voices along the passage, and be
came conscious that the volume of Tllotso
had slipped on the floor. She had only jus
picked it up, and seen with alarm that tn
pages were bent, when Lady ASHER, Beatrice
and Captain Wybrow entered, all with tina
brisk and cheerful air which sermon is ofte
observed to produce when it is quite finished.
Lady ASHER at once came and seated herse
by Caterina. Her ladyship had been conSide
ably refreshed by doze, and was in great for'
for monologue.
well, my dear Miss Sarti, and how do yc
feel now?-a little better, I see. | thougl
you would be, sitting quietly here. The
headaches, now are all from weakness Yc
must not over-exert yourself, and you mu
take bitters. | used to have Just the same 80
of headaches when was your age, and old D
Sihsniek used to say to my mother, Madal
what your daughter suffers is from weakness
Ho was such a curious old man, was Dr. 81
snick. But wish you could have heard Il
sermon this morning. Such an excellent SC
mon! 1t was about the ten virgins five
them were foolish, and five were clever, W
know; and Mr. Glf explained all that. VIII
very pleasant young man he is $50 We
quiet and agreeable, and such a good hand
whist. wish we had him at Farleigh. S
John would have liked him beyond anythin,
he is SO good tempered ut cards, and he W
such man for cards, was Sir John. And o
rector is very irritable man. he can't bear
lose his money at cards. don't think a cI,
gyman ought to mind about losing his none,
do you do you now?"
80 pray, Lady ASHER" nterposed Beatri,
in her usual tone of superiority, do not wea
poor Caterina withsuch uninteresting question
Your head seems very bad STILL DEAR" she &C
tinued, ina condoling tone, to Caterina "
take my vinaigrette, and keep it in your pock
1t will perhaps refresh you now and then"
" "No, thank you,' answered Cateriua
will not take it away from you"