The weekly Butte record., 1861-02-16

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That night, when | retired to rest, nv
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 early
hour, and glanced out, saw Marguerite gliding
across the lawn. has.ened to join her-her
cheeks wore rich glow, her dark lustrous
eyes were full of light, her lip tremulous with
smiles, her white apron was full of snow bios
SONS, and she had wreathed spray of jessa-
mine amid the blackness of her hair-How we
began to talk l scarcely know, but never
was so entertained by any woman as by her
| could touch upon no subject in literature or
art with which she was not familiar, and
Madam de Stael might have coveted her con-
versatonal powers On the lawn we separa-
ted, but when we met at breakfast in the pres
ence ofthe Cuthberts and the supercious heir
ess, | saw that the old governess look had again
come back to her fair face, and she was more
reticent than ever. My friend proposed
horseback excursion to boiling spring in the
neighborhood, and when Our party assembled
on the veranda, | noticed with the keenest
disappointment that the governess had been
excluded. | rode at the brde-rein of the fair
Blanche, who looked very pretty in the blue
habit, and with her velvet bat sat quoquetshly
above her golden tresses, but l found it an
effort to interest myself in the commonplace
chit-chat. / felt sense of relief when we dis
mounted at the hall, and as soon as had led
my partner in, bounded up the staircase. On
the way to my chamber l passed the open
door, and through it caught glimpse of Mar
guerite. The two children sat busy at their
tasks, and she sat patiently correcting sketch
which one of them had made. A portfolio
lay beside her, which 1 doubted not was filled
with her own drawings. She heard my steps,
and looking up saw me on the threshold
d" What !" she exclaimed, "have you returned
so soon? did not expect you for an hour or
two. hope you have enjoyed yourself"
"No, have not. was really disappointed
because you did not go.'
A faint smile passed over her face.
Ill" she murmured, you can't under
stand etiquette if you suppose goverress is to
be made an equal
felt the blood rush to my brow as I replied
There are many false notions in society,"
l am sure Mrs. Cuthberts governess is equal
to any one here, and as such L regard her."
Her face crimsoncd, and for a time there was
a silence, which I broke by saying:
:. Is this the school room ?"
sYes"
1T looks very cool and pleasant. May
come in ?"
al suppose Mrs. Cuthbert would have no
objection"
I" | hope not )" and with these words NOV
ed to the table at which she was sitting.
"Does that portfolio belong to you ?" in
quired, laying my hand upon the article in
question. She bowed assent, and | resumed
"Shall have the pleasure Of examining its
contents ~
" Certainly, sir"
She was calm, grave, quiet but when
drew forth the pictures and began 10 expatiate
then her patience vanished her eyes lit, the
pale face glowed her lips-those mobile lips of
hcrs-parted, and she talked with the enthus-
asln of girhood The sketches were indeed
wonderful, and at last l said
" 1t is shame for you with your genius for
painting, to drudge as governess."
Again that peculiar smile fitted over her
features as she murmured
"The poor must do as they can, not what
they would"
AT this moment we were interrupted by the
children, and | left her. In the afternoon, as
was loungng on luxurious sofa in the Ii
brary, the door opened, and Marguerite ap-
peared, but at the sight Of me she precipitatey
retired.
Stay stay." cried I, following her.
"No, no, | cannot-I did not dream you
were here l was lonely, and came down for a
book"
"Come and get it." With some reluctance
she entered, and took spleudidly bound copy
of Tasso from the spelf l glanced at it, and
said, :" What do you read Tasso?"
"A little"
Then take seat beside me, and we will
read together
Size hesitated an instant, and then assened
The liquid Tuscan language sounded very
beautiful, sylabeled in her accents, and the spell
with which the governess had bound me, deep
ened with every passing moment.
A mouth wore on, and one night sat in my
chamber, holding communication with my own
heart. The face | had seen at the window on
my arrival-the face that had seemed so pale
50 calm and cold, has since assumed every va
riety of expression. ! had come hither to WOO
Blanche, and had fallen in love with the gov
erness. Yes, l was in love at last-Marguer-
ite haunted all my sleeping and waking Dreams
was musing thus, when heard tap at the
door, and Cuthbert entered.
"Well, said he, "a penny for your thoughts" !"
Z" I am thinking" L replied, how mysteri-
GUS thing love is.''
Won ora in lovo fhan 9-olad of if-olad of