The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-12-03

inquired, laying NY hand on tie article in
question. ohe bowed assent, and re-
sumed
Shall have the pleasure Of eSamin-
..ng is eonirntsr
'aTtaiuly, sis.
She was calm, grave, quiet; but when
| drew forth the pictures, and began to
expaliale upon them. her reticence van
ished. Her eyes Hi, the pale cheek
glowed, her lips-those mobile lips-part-
"a and she talked with the enthusiasm Of
eirlhood. The sketches were indeed won
deriul, and at last said
II is a shame for you, with your genius
for painting, 10 drudge as goyerness
Again That peculiar smile fitted over
her features as she murmured:
The poor must do what they ean--not
what they would.
AT this moment we were interrupted
by the children. and / left her. In the
afternoon az | was lounging on luxurious
sofa in the library, the door opened, and
Marguerite appeared, but at the sight OF
me precipitately retired.
Stay stay 7 cried /, following her.
No, no, | cannot | did not dream you
were here; was lonely and came down
for book
Come and get it,
With some reluctance she entered, and
took splendidly bound copy of Tasso
.sam The shelf J glanced at Z, and said /;
What, do you read TassoF
A little
Then take n seat beside me and we
will read together
She hesitated an instant, and then as
senied The liquid Tuscan language sound
ed very beautifully syllabled in her ac-
cents, and the spell with which the gov
erness had bound me deepened with ev-
cry passing moment.
A month wore on, and one night ! sat
in my chamber, holding communion with
my own heart. The face that had seen
at the window on my arrival--the face
that had seemed so pale, so calm and cold,
had since assumed every variety Of ex-
preston; / had come hilher to wed
Blanche. ] had fallen in love with the
governess Yes, was in love at last
Marguerite haunted all my sleeping and
waking dreams. was musing lhus when
| heard tap at my door, and Cuthbert
entered.
well, penny for your thoughts he
said.
/ am thinking, ] replied, what mys-
terious thing love is
You are in love, then Glad of it,
glad of i'll Blanche will be happy wo-
man.
''Tis-'tis not Blanche / answered !;
It's not Blanche my heart has choson-I
love the governessp
The governessp said Cuthbert.-
POUNDS, man, what do you meanT
4 have to-day laid hand, heart and for
tune at Ter feet, and if she accepts me !
shall envy nobody in the wide world.
Culhbert meditated while, and re-
sumed:
You must be sincere, Vincent, or you
would not marry Marguerite
Sincere? God knows | am
Ny host gazed at me, and laughed a
merry laugh that rang long and loud
through the hall.
Ny dear fellow he began, you are the
victim Of a 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 govern
ess, she could not resist the temptation to
carry out the deception. In the bit Of a
rcon.ab we had on the verandah, she begged
us not 10 undeceive you, aud we hnmp.ed
her whim. She coaxed the cousin who
was staying with us to act The part OF the
heiIess, and, AS she taught the children
during the absence of the French govern
ess, they were not likely 10 betray her
secret. Blanche, Marguerite, come here
ard confess
Dear, dear Richard, know can trust
you
Blanche is now my wife, and, peeping
over her shoulder at the manuscript, she
bids me tell the world she has never re-
pented the stratagem that won me.