The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1863-02-27

BIDDEFoRD, MAINE, FRIDAY MORNING,

filled with her own drawings. Nv nat she
exclaimed, shave you returned so soon?
did not expect you for an hour or two.
hope you have enjoyed yourself
mo l have not. was really disappointed
because youod not CO.
A faint smile passed over her face.
Ill she muttered you can't under
stand etiquette. If you suppose governess
is to be made an equal ..I .-
/ felt the blood rush to my brow as | re-
Piled
There are many false notions in society.
am sure Mrs Cuthbert's governess is the
equal Of any one here, and rs such regard
her. ...
Her face crimsoned, and for time thero
was silence, which broke by saying
is this your school room?'
yes,
1T looks very cool and pleasant. May |
come in?' rrrnr rr"
Il suppose Mrs. Cuthbert would have no
objections
Il hope not and with these words moved
to the table ut which she was sitting.
Does this portfolio belong to you' in
quirod I, 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 and quiet; but when
drew forth her pictures and began to cxpa.
tiatc, then her reticencc vanihsed. Her eyes
lit, her pale cheek glowed, hor lips-those
noble lips of hcrs-parted, and she talked
with the enthusiasm Of girlhood. Tho
sketches were indeed wonderful, and at last |
said
1t isa shame for you, with your genius for
painting, to drudge as governcss.'
Again that peculiar smile fitted over her
features rs she murmered-
The poor must do what they can, not
what they would.
In the afternoon, as was lounging on a
luxurious sofa in the library, the door opened
and Marguerite appeared, but at sight of me
she precipitately retired. l..... '.'
'Stay! stay!' cried i, following her. noi
NO, no, cannot. did not dream you
were here. l was lonely, and came down
Tor book
Come and get it, .....
With some reluctance she entered and took
asplendidly bound copy OF Iasso from the
shelf. glanced at it, and said
'What-do you read Tasso"
"A little.'
Then take seat beside mo and we will
read together
She hcsltatcd an instant and then assented'
The liquid Tuscan sounded very beautiful
syllablod in her accents, and the spell with
which the goyerncss bound mo deepencd with
every passing moment.
A month wore on, and one night I sat in
my chamber, holding communication with
my own heart. The face / had seen Mt the
window on my arrival-tho face that had
seemed 50 pale, so calm and SO cold-had
since assumed every variety OF expression.
] came hithcr to WOO Blanche, and l had
fallen in love with the governcss. Yes,
was In love nc last. Marguerite haunted oil
my sleeping and waking dreams. was mu-
sing thus when heard tap on the door,
and Cuthocrt entered.
Weli Peny Tor your thoughts ne SAID.
Il am thinking replied how mysteri'
Gus a thing love is'
you arc in love- then ! Glad OF IT, glad
OF 1t. Blanche Will DC q happy woman.
"Tis-'hs not Blanche stammercd:
''tis not Blanche my heart has chosen. l
love the governess. fm. .r
The soverness i 'Hounds' man. what 90
you %oa" ,.-.r !.
"a'0 ~, ~. "ei'' """' ""u '0 ~
ner 'ee'' i' sue a'''P's n0' '""' envy Nv
oooy IN '"'' w'ao wo'''
ou'noef' mco''"'ea u wn',eerc nc resumeu'
iou must oe sincere ''heeh'' OF you
would not marry Marguerite
'eincerc! uod knows am
~ musn 'n'' ra"S 'oua anu long 'nfous"