The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1865-09-20

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her hands which caught his eye, but
which, in the passion of the moment, SER
we'd only to work into wandering fancy
of his, that he was trying to move a block
of beautiful marble.
Miss Bronson stood just where he had
left her, long after he had gone. Onc1
she started, with quick motion, as if she
would have called him back then stop
ped herself, with a little scorn in her smile.
She knew this man loved her-loved
her even to the peril of his life. Well,
what then? You would have wondered,
if you had seen her break sharply into
her quick pacing on the graveled walk
again if you had watched her knitted
forehead and cold, set lips, you would
have wondered whether Robert NJ Ginley
who saw in her very different woman
from that solitary, sefsufiicient figure,
was dreaming of shadow, or IT he un-
derstood Miss Bronson better than she did
herself. Back and forth, forth and back
she went on her nervous walk, some ex-
element in her face serving only to give
it Il deeper chill. Was MGinley fool
to want such woman at his fireSide
You, perhaps, would have said SO, if you
had seen her then, and have turned away
as you would turn from an iceberg. Some
one very candlGly told him the same thing
upon one occasion-a man who prided
himself on his translation of women's
faces
'Wby, M'Ginley, you haven't but one
eye open. She's beautiful woman, but
she'd turn fellows home into Pandemon-
ium. 1t would be a violation Of nature
for her to be a wife. She must be the
man, and she'd rule everything with q
rod of iron. To yield one inch of hel
own will would be torture to her.
Il do not think So replied MGinley,
with quiet smile. He might still have
retained his opinion, for he was not g
man who formed or rejected beliefs tight
ly but he would not have smiled if he
had seen her once that evening stop there
in the darkening shadows and clench hel
delicate hands upon her breast with pas.
sion that fitted the half-frightened def
ance in her eyes. Defiance! OF whom
of what? Perhaps of herself
You think l am telling you of wo
man who belongs only in poetry and 70
nance. l assure you l am not.
1t was about an hour after MGinle,
had left her that one of the servants cam
hurriedly to the parlor window, nea
which she was sitting alone in the dark.
Miss Margaret
'Oh, is it you, Dan? You gave Prime
the extra quart of meal, as / told you
and sent my message to the gardener ?
Yes, Miss Margaret, de works al
gone done out OBJ de way for de night
'Taint dat ar l come fur. Pears like
knows something you'd oughter be telle,
on.
Something in the negro's face arreste
her attention.
You may come in, Dan. What is iii
Nobody hedn't onghtcr to be hearir
oh it, Miss Margaret. Ders no tellir
what might become OBJ we all eff dey did
you may close the window, Dan,
He closed it, and the door lie sal
then a few words to her scarcely above
whisper.
She changed color--as much as sh
ever did
Are you sure?'
Yes, car sure, Miss Margaret. ! wa
huntin' fur sassairas fur my ole woman
she's sot her heart ont she's done got
Resumption, an der warn't nothin' for
but de sassaifas-an' dey come long be
tween de trees-twO OBJ 'em--an' | heer
ed every word, an | never breaf till de
get by, an dey don see me. Fl dey'
see me-laws Miss Margaret, | wouldn
a ben here ter tell
what was the time to be, Dan ?
Jes' ten clock, case heerd 'em nam
it after dey'd got trough
Miss Bronson looked at her watch.
You may lock up well, Dan, and tn
people can come into the kitchen if the
are at all frightened. There is, however
nothing, l think, TO fear. They wi
have work enough without coming int
the town. And Dan, | do not care I
be disturbed this evening. | wish t' |
alone. Tell Rose and Eliza, if any thin
is wanted, to wait till call them
YES, Miss Margaret
She took off her Grape mantle and b'
gan to fold it up, while she listened to h
retreating footsteps she smoothed ever
crease and carefully Strengthened ii
fringe. There was something curious
the mechanical action, perhaps an inter
sity of excitement which a word or or
would have weakened.
Then she went to her own room d
vested her dress of some of its feminir
encumbrances, threw over her shoulders
dark, hooded cloak, examined her revo
yer and loaded it. After that she wei
hurriedly down stairs, out of the door, ar
into the street.
A great lurid moon glared through Il
mist that night, and the clouds that Il
wind tossed by it were stained with sull'
red. MGinley watched its rise over II
hill 1where they were encamped, wi
some odd fancy about its color and Il
last long day when it should set foreve
His face had paled within the last hou
A certain hungry longing had crept in
it-that longing which can not be mi
taken, and which is so pitiful to see, G
pecially in a man, and man like Robe