The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-08-16

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CHAPTER III.
1t has been said that to affect indiller-
ence is the most sure mode of winning
love. However this may be, it was the
plan adopted by Lnley Rutherford, and
it seemed apparently wise one. His
wounded love sought refuge in a panoply
of pride and coldness The absence of
his lover-likc devotion created blank in
Beatrices life; but she felt that it would
be better for Linley to know all, and thus
save her from a constant mask of smiles
and words. Whatever she may have
suffered, from the knowledge of having
forfeited her husbands esteem, she made
no sign.
And SO the weeks passed on. but to
neither Linley ror h eatrice were they
"a course of days composing happy months"
Although Liney little dreamed it, the
silver lining which is said to be ever be-
hind the darkest cloud, was about to
emerge forth.
He was blind TO the evident fact that
Beatrce's beautiful eyes wore more n
tender and wistiul expression than of
yorc; and that she smiled more brightly
when he was near; and would start and
blush at the sound OF bis voice, as she
had never done during their engagement.
Linlcy Rutherford sat alone in the library
one evening, Beatrice, in company with
n number of friends having gone to attend
an nmeteur concert. A book lay open
before him, but he was not reading. lie
was thinking Of the past, of the brief but
blissful period preceding his MARRIAGE
An incident in connection with that came
wildly to his memory.
lie had been reading love impasson-
ed poem to Beatrice; at its conclusion he
glanced at his companion. Beatrice sell
dom displayed emotion, but her express
sion at that moment Linley never forgot
Her soul looked from her ewes. and her
whole being seemed enthrallcd Linley
then felt that though the world deemed
her cold, she was capable of intense love
lie had then imagined that her heart was
his but he had discovered his mistake.
and he now mentally vowed that he
would never believe he had won her af-
fection, until such look had been turn
cd on him.
Once he had said to beatrice "No
one has ever called me Iiney' save my
mother, and it has been wish Of mine
that only the one who loved me truly and
above all Others, should give me that Ii
| tie"
Why Bcatricc had always addressed
him as "AIr. rutherford" was now cvi.
dent she had no right, through the ,ir-
tue of affection, to Otherwise address
him.
linlcy now broolcd over these things
with all the bitterness of disappointed
hop9s.
lie started when the sound Of carriage
wheels stopping before the door fell upon
/ his car
/ lie heard Beatrices sweet voice in the
hall below rs she exchanged gay adieu
with her companions, and the rustic of
her dress, and her light step chow well
he knew it) as she asccndcd the staircase
and entered the library.
/ Linlcy arose and proiitrcd n chair
Beatrice uttered low thank YOU but
stood with one .icwcled hand resting upon
the back of the scat, and her eyes bent
bent upon the floor.
Linley had resumed his seat, but could
not resist the temptation of gazing upon
Beatrice in her fresh. young beauty. He
took in every minute detail the white
dress, with its rich lace trimmings flow
ing around her graceful figure the droop
OF the dark brads around the stately
neck, with single camcia twined in
with them the delicate tint of the cheek.
and the halc-sad curl of the lip-hcr very
loveliness caused him pung.
Beatrice moved and softly sighed, and
Linley turned to his rcadieg.
ss'Linley !"
Il atrce was kneeling by his side, with
both hands clasped upon his shoulder, and
her eyes raised to his. What dld L;nley
Rutherford read in that look and in that
old familiar name The translation of
their mystic language was, | ween, far
sweeter TO him than the coming DER of
ancient lore. The hope of his life was at
last fulfilled; now he could truly say
milne to the core Of the heart. my beauty,
Mine, all mine