New Oregon plaindealer. (New Oregon, Iowa) 1859-1866, 1860-11-30
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inquired, laying my hand on tne artlcie
in question.
| She bowed assent, and resumed:
Shall have the pleasure Of exam
ming its contents?' .1- ra.h
Certainly SIR ...,........
She was calm. grave, quiet, but when
1 drew forth the pictures and began to
expatiate upon them, her reticensc vun-
ished,--Her eyes lit, the pale chcel:
glowed, her lips; those noble lips, ef'
hers parted and she talked with the ell
thusiasm of girlhood. The sketches
were indeed wonderful, and at last
said:
1T is shame for you with your &C.
MUS for painting, to drudge as gov
ernessv -..... ..... ....-
Again the pecsliar smile fitted over
her features, as she nurmured;
'Thc poor must do what they can,
not what they would
At this moment We were interrupted
! by the children, and left her.
In the afternoon, as / was lounging
on a luxurious sofa in the lib ary, the
door opened and Marguerite appeared,
but at sight of aae she precipitately
retired.
'Stay!' stay?' cried l following her.
No, no, l cannot-l did not dream
you were here; was lonely and came
| down for book.
Come in and get it,
With some reluctance she entered,
and took a splcndidly bound copy Of
7asso from the shelf 1 glanced at
it and said
what, do you read Tassop
"A little.'
Then take a seat beside me, and We
will read together
She hesitated moment, and then
assented:-
The liquid Tuscan language sounded
very beautiful, syllabled in her accents,
and the spell with which the governess
had bound NE, .deepened with every
passing moment.
A month wore on, and one night 1
sat in my chamber, holding cOmmunica-
ton with my own heart: The face
that j had seen at the window on my
arrival face that seemed 80 pale,
so calm and cold had since assumed ev-
cry variety of expression. had come
thither to WOO Blanche, 1 had fallen in
love with the goyerness! Yes! was in
love at last! Marguerite haunted all
my sleeping aud waking dreams. was
musing thus, when heard a tap at my
door, and Cuthbert entered.
well, he said, apsnny for your
thoughts
4 am thinking replied: how mys
terious thing love Isl
you are in love, then. Glad of it
Glad of it. Blanche will be happy
woman!
Tis-' 'tis not Blanche! / stammered
'tis not Blanche my heart has chosen
l love the governessv
The governess! said Cuthbert-
Zounds, man, what do you mean?
4 have to day laid hand, heart, and
fortune at her feet; if she accepts me, l
shall envy nobody in the wide world
Cuthbert meditatcd while ere he re-
sumed.
'You must be sincere, Vincent, or you
would never marry Marguerite.'
'Sincere, God knows / am
My host gazed at nae, and laughed a
merry laugh, that rang through the hall
My dear fellow, he began, you are
the victim ola little ruse. My sister
in-law has had a mortal fear of falling
the prey of some fortune hunter, and
when you on your arrival, mistook her
for the governess, she could not resis.
the temptation to carry out the impo-
sition. In the bit of confab we had
with her in the veranda, she begged us
not to undeceive you and humor her
whim. She coaxed the cousin who was
staying with us to act the part of tho
heiress, and as she had taught the chill
dren during the absence of their French