Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1866-10-31


the scowl on her mothers face blacker
than to see her in his company. To Paul
vanstoue, Mrs. Lynn seemed to take less
exception.
There was something in this new exis.
tence that sent the rich color into the
girls usually pale cheeks, and lit up her
violet eyes with rare splendor. All the
old restless longing, that had troubled
her SO long, seemed forever at rest, and
she was drifting into deep content. The
old purposeless life looked far away and
unreal. 10 her new-found happiness.
One day she was standing iu the shad-
ow of the syringa bushes, with Captain
Vanstone beside her, when he said sud
denly
"Margery. ."-he had called her by
that soft, sweet name from the very first,
-"Margery, what shall you do when In.
gestre and 60 away from here?
She looked at him with her great ques.
tioning eyes,
"You will miss us, don't attempt to de-
ny It," he went on hastily. "You were
not happy before. There is nothing CON-
mon between you and the people among
whom you are placed. You feel lonely and
lost nGcre. Is it not so ?"
Perhaps DO" she said slowly. I'm
sure ought to be content, though. Eve.
ry body seems ~ try to make me happy
have nothing in the world to complain
Of"
You are too good and forgiving, Marg
cry, more torgiving than | would be IL
your place. That woman in the house
youder, | don't believe she is always
pleasant with you"
She flushed up painfully.
81 am sure she tries to be-" she said
speaking rapidly. Perhaps | am no
always careful enough to do just what sh'
wishes. Besides, she has a good deal t,
try and vex her. don't think she eve
means to be cross with me-
lin not sure about that. 1 must tel
you, Margery," speaking quick and ca
gerly, something have often thought
don't believe that woman is your moth
er !"
The girl uttered low cry, growiD
suddenly pale.
Can you not help me to the truth
Margery Did you always live here
Have you any recollection of another HON
or other parents ?"
She shook her head.
81 have lived here ever since can re
member. And yet l have sometime
thought she could not be my mother.
was wicked and wrong, know. Let u
not talk about it.
IL AIN sure it must be painful subject
/, Ingestre was anxious to know, or shoul
not broached it.
They turned away. walking furthe
down the path. When they were out 0
sight, Barbara Lynn crept out from 10,
cluster of syripga bushes, where she ha
+ been hiding. For a moment she stoo
quite still, white aud rigid, with dull
heavy eyes, from which the life seem t
have all gone out. Then she crept roun
to the back of the house, aud went quiet
ly in to her household duties, suffering
but making no sign.
CHAPTER ".
; Farley the next morning Colonel lnge:
e tire sud Pail went down into the valley t
G be gone all day The wants of the regi
meDt with which they were connecte
, must be locked after, and they said, o
r departing, that ther business would pre-
badly detain them until evening.
The day went by slowly enough. Al
ter dinner, Mrs. Lynn had "Dobbin." on
. of the farmhorses. saddled, aud went ava
without mentioning her destination to an
y one. Margery was sad and lonely enough
Q Paul was right in thinking sne would mis-
4 him when he went from there. One da
seemed almost as thousand years to he
J. ieverishly impatient soul, when he wa
q absent. Her happiness was too new an
strange, and shecould not bear to ha,
any break in it. She wished that h'
s whole life might be made up of just sue
n weeks as that last had been. She was 1
young yet
y She went absently through her accu
e toned walks, missing new face every
Q, where. BY and by she grew tired Of a
z this, and wen, into the house aud mp
J. her own room, dropping wearily upon Il
It floor by the window. The eager eyes wei
l. rowing wistfully down into the vale
|. where the white tents we're glitteriDg
the afternoon sunlight, and the riv
IS wound gracefully along to the purple bill
h that bordered the horizon. Finally s.
sr dropped her hand upon the window,si
g leaning her hot brow upon it. A Sc
Or murmur in the air seemed to ring in b
in ears like the faiutecho Of slumbcrous mus
D. and listening to it she fell asleep.
'k When she awoke, it was with a sta
le The sound of subdued voices near at hal
may have had someti ing to do IN aro'
w ing her. AT any rate she lay quite st
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