Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1859-10-27
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MR., GILFIL'S LOVE STORY.
To,,,1cte I'm Eight tNumbers---NO.

Com ,lete in Eight Numbers---No. 3.
After ringing the bell and ordering this letter
to be sent. Sir Christopher walked out to join
. tho purity on the lawn. But finding the cush-
ions d,serted, he walked on to the eastern
front Of the building, where, by the side OF
the gr.ll entrance, WAS the large bow
window Of the saloon opening on to the gravel
sweep. and looking towards long vista of un-
dulating turf, bordered by tall trees, which
saenn. to unite itself with the green of the
M, l,ws and grassy road through planta-
ton, oaly terminated with the Gothic arch of
g.tway in the far distance. The bow-window
W - open, and Sir Christopher, stepping in,
fun the group he sought, examining the pro-
gc,ss of the unfinished ceiling. 1t was in the
sam, style of A1rid painted Gathic as the din
ins room, but more elaborate in its tracery,
which was like petrifod lacework picked out
with delicate and varied coloring. About a
f)urth of it still remained .uncolored, and un-
der this part were sca6olding, ladders, and
tools otherwise the spacious saloon was empty
of furniture, and seemed to be a grand Gothic
canopy for the group of five human figures
standing in the centre,
" francesca has been getting on little better
the last day or two," said Sir Christopher, as
he Joined the party "he's a sad lazy dog. and
I fancy he has knack of sleeping as he stands,
with his brushes in his hands. But | must
spur him on, or we may mot have the scafolding
cleared away before the bride comes, if you
show dexterous generalship in your wooing, eh,
Anthony? and take your Madgeburg quickly y
sAh sir, a seige is known to be one of the
most tedious operations in war;" said Captain
Wybrow, with an easy smile.
mot when there's 4raitor within the walls
in the shape of a soft heart. And that there
will be. if Beatrice has her mothers tenderness
as we'll as her mothers beauty
'" What do you think, Sir Christopher, y
said Lady Chevcrel who seemed to vince little
under her husbands reminiscences, ' OF hang.
ing Guercnos Syb over that door when We
nut up the pictures? 1t is rather lost in my
sitting -room?"
"Very good, my love-" answered Sir Chris
topher, in a tone of punctiliously polite aftec
tion, "lf you like to part with the ornamen
from your own room, it will show admlrabl.
here. Our portraits, by Sir Joshua, will ham,
opposite the window, and the TRANSPORTATION
at that end. You see, Anthony, am leaving
no good places on the walls for you and you
wife. We shall turn you with you faces to tn
wall in the gallery, and you may take your re
venge ON us by-and-by."
While this conversation was going on, MI
Gilfl turned to Caterina and said,-
81 like the view from this window bette
than any other in the house,
She made no answer and he saw that he
eyes were filling with tears; SO he addeC
"Suppose we walk out little Sir Christi
phcr and my lady seem to be occupied
Caterina complied silently, and they turne
down one Of the gravel walks that led, aft
many windings under tall trees and amor
grassy openings, to a large enclosed hower-ga
den. Their walk was perfectly silent, foa Ma
narl Gilfl knew that Catrlnas thoughts we
not with him, and she had been long used
make him endure the weight of those moo'
which she carefully hid from others.
They reached the flower garden, and turn
mechanically in at the gate that opene
through high thick hedge, on an expanse
brilliant color, which, after the green shad
they had passed through, startled the eye Ii
flames The effect was assisted by an undu
tion of the ground, which gradually descend
from the entrance-gate, and then rose aga
towards the opposite end crowned by an
angery The flowers were glowing with tn
evening splendors; verbenas and hellotrol
were sending up their finest incense. 1t seem
a gala where all was happiness and brillan'
and misery could find no sympathy. This
the effect it had on Caterina. AS she won
among the beds of gold and blue and pir
where the flowers seemed to be looking at
with wondering clElike eyes, knowing MOTH
Of sorrow, the feeling of isolation in
wretchedness overcame her, and the tears VIII
had been before trickling slowly down her +
cheeks, now ,gushed forth, accompanied "
= s)bs. And yet there was loving human be
close beside her, whose heart was aching
hers, who was possessed by the feeling that
was miserable, ,and that he was helpless to 500
her. But she was too much irritated by
ide, that his wishes were different from
that he Father regretted the folly of her hi
than the probability Of their disappointm
to take any comfort in his sympathy. Catr
like the rest Of us, turned away from sympt
which she suspected to be mingled with 9
cisn, at the child turns away from sweetm
in which it suspects impereeptible medicine
Dear Catorina, | think hear voices,
Mr.. Gilfl; they may be coming this way