The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1861-06-28

the rich tresses. Why was it that my fac
wandered from her to the pale, calm govOr
ness with her bands Of raven hair, and he
great, eloquent eyes, and dress that fel
about her like a 4" Dummist,"
blanche, said my host, 'allow me to pres
ent an old and valued friend-Richard Vim
cent"
The blonde beauty colored, simpercd. and
with an inclination she intended to be lik
that of puma donna to an applaudint
crowd, acknowledged my bow.
Miss Margarite," resumed Cuthbert
+" this is the guest we have been expecting.
She bowed wsth the grace ofa queen. and
as respectfully as If she had indeed been one
as said
ave have had the pleasure of meeting
before, Cuthbert."
As told you,' murmured the govcrness
Il went down to tell him you were absent.
The ceremonies Of dinner now began, anC
as seat had been assigned Blanche, | tried t.
play the agreeable, but often found my
thoughts wandering to the pale silent cir
opposite. When the meal was over, and th,
ladies had left the room, we fingered at oul
wine.
What do you think of my sister?' asked
Cuthbert.
She is very beautiful ] replied.
And you have fallen in love at first sight?
If have shall not tell you! = exclaim
ed, and then we went on chatting in mer'
ry strain. When we adjourned to the great
cool luxurious parlor, l found Mrs. Cuthber
and her sister, but the goyerncss was walk
ing to and fro on the terrace, apparently ab'
sorbed in thought. The usual small talk
ensued, and at last, at my request, the heir
ess sat down at the piano and played and
sung with much skill, and had observed q
harp IN the boudoir adjacent, and begged
her to sweep its strings for me.
Il cannot she said, but Miss Marguer.
ito can; will call her And moving to the
window, shc exclaimed imperiously:
Z" Come, Marguerite, we wish you to play
some airs on harp
The governcss hcsitated moment, came
in and took scat at the harp. As she sat
there noticed for the first time the superb
proportions Of her figure, the graceful poisc
of her head on the stately neck; but forgot
those when she smote the cords Of the harp
and began to sing. Was she an improvisa-
trice? thought she must be 500 full Of
soul was the music she poured forth, and
when she concluded. l asked Mrs. Cuthbert
whose composition il was?
Her own,' she replied, and she never
knows what she is going to sing when she
commences
uttered no fulsome words Of commenda-
ton to Marguerite, but my eyes must have
spoken volumes of approval.
That night when retired to my rest my
dreams were not haunted by the heiress, but
by the pale face had seen at the window
the face OF Marguerite, the governess.
The next morning was awake at an carly
hour, and glancing out saw Marguerite Gid.
ing across the lawn. fastened to join her
her cheek wore rich glow, her dark, lus-
trous eyes were full Of light, her lips tremu-
lous with smiles; her white apron was full
of snowy blossoms, and she had wrcathed a
spray Of jessamine amid the blackness Of her
hair.
How we began to talk ! scarcely know,
but never was so entertained by any wom-
an as by her. could touch upon no subject
ofliterature and art, with which she was
not familiar, and Madame de Stael might
have coveted her conversational powers
On the lawn we separated, but when we met
at breakfast in the presenso OF the Cuthberts
and this supercilious heiress, | saw that the
old goyerness look had come back to her face
and she was more reticent than ever. My
friend proposed horseback excursion to a
boiling spring in the neighborhood, and
when our party assembled on the veranda,
noticed with the keenest disappointment,
that the goyerness had been excluded. l rode
at the bride. rein of the lair Blanche, who
looked very pretty in the blue habit, and
with her velvet cap set coquettishly above
her golden tresses, but found it impossible
to interest myself in her commonplace chit
chit. felt sense of relief when we dis
mounted at the Hall, and Us soon Us l had
led my partner in, bounded up the staircase.
On the way to my chamber passedan opon
door, and through it caught u glimpse Of Mar
guerite. The two children were busy at their
task, and she sat patiently correcting a
sketch which one Of them had made. A
portfolio lay beside her which doubted not
was filed by her drawings. She heard my
step, and looking up, saw me on the thrcsh-
hold,
What" she exclaimed, have you re-
turned so soon? l did not expect you for an
hour or two. hope you have enjoyed your
self?
No, I have not. was really disap-
pointed because you did not co.
\ faint smile passed over her face.
H. she muttered; you can't under
stand etiquette il you suppose a sovernoss is
to be made an equal
felt the blood rush to my brow as re-
Piled
There are many false notions in society;
am SURF Mn. Cuthbert's governcss is the
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