The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1868-03-13

bach, in wavy masses /; the clear skin, its
Armness frightened by the effect Of the
mourning dress below.
| The girl who answered Guys ring
/, showed him into the parlor, where Mr.. and
Z Mrs Gibson sat over their lunch. Mrs
Gibson's face slowed with pleasure.
my dear Mr.. Bris,on. we're 90 glad to
SEQ you! Just to Think" with reprosch.
fhl smile, ",hat you haven't lcen in before
since we came down.. Why, twas no
mors than yesterday that was telling Mr..
Gibson that I didn't believe ihero was q
man living with nore Of literary taste than
Mr.. Triton. It's lovely trait Of ch"rac.
ter, indeed, I said. But then there's .
body health to be thought Of, and the
claims of society, you know, Mr. Bris,on.'
Guy found il impossible to resist the
pressing invitation given him to lunch and
being seated an unwilling victim with plate
and napkin on his knee, he was treated
to running fire OF conversation.
ii heard some one singing very finely as
! came," said Guy, bringing in his short
sentence by ,icxierious flank movement.
"Yes," answered Mrs. Gihron, delight
edly "that was Miss Deane, the new gov.
erness that I've got for the children. They
do say that her voice is remarkable, and
I'm glad you think so, Mr.. Brition-so good
Judge as you are rs told Mr.. Gibson,
'Wha, a genteel taste Mr.. Britton has In
everything! My children all have tnste for
music-you ought to have heard Professor
Grindelwald compliment Janetta's voice,
Mr.. Brittou! And when l think how
necessary Il is that they should have the
best teachers that money can procure, do
feel that Iii is a real Providence to have
found Miss Dcane."
"Who is she. Mrs. Gibson ?"
'Oh, she brought the very best Of refer.
ence, Mr.. Britton. make it point never
to take any one into my servics''-cmpha,.
icnlly-",hat don't bring the very best of
references. She cane to me from the
Hartsteins, Mr.. Briion-one Of the first
families in the city. Her father was min.
lister she's an orphan. Her only FAULT is,
that she's inclined to be little above her
business but sl,an't be troubled with that.
As I tell Mr.. Gibson. when hire anybody
and puy them with my money l just give
them to understand that they and their time
belong to NO."
There was harshncss underlying the
smile on Mrs Gibson's fiorid face rs size
spoke. that made Guy shudder at its posi-.
bls connection with the delicate, refined face
which he saw ut the window.
'Just walk into the music.room, Mr..
B,iuon; I would admire to have you hear
her,"
IL hope shall not intrude upon Miss
Deane ," answered Guy, rising with some
hesitation.
"In,rude :" Mrs. Gibson misei her eye.
brows in surprise "of course rhc will be
pleased to do whatever wish"
Laura Dcane stood ut the piano. patient.
~ following the slow movements Of little
Flora Gibson's weary fingers over the keys
"Miss Deane," said Mrs. Gibson, impcri.
ously, and without designing any other in.
PRODUCTION, "l want you to play and sing
one ofyonr very best pieces for my friend,
Mr.. Britton."
Miss Deane's check flushed family rs she
returned Guys bow, and sat down at the
instrument. She struck few chords and
sang "rhc Captive Knight" AT first, like
Tennyson's Leila, she "str,ck such warb-
ling fury through the words" that Guy saw
the gleam Of spear and banner, heard the
peal Of the trumpet, and the rush and
clamor of the host then came the wild,
impassioned longing Of the captive, and at
last the wall of despair over his dead hope
Of liberty.
Guy had never before been more pro-
foundly stirred. This girl sang her very
soul into her words. Such expression, It
could not he mere art, he thought-it must
he an outsrowrh Of her own experience.
aYou have given me wonderful plea
sure, Miss Deane," he said, in low tone,
rs she finished. and Mr.. Gibson, in the full
tile or volublc discourse, led the way to the
room.
Sitting alone that evening in his pleasant
library, Guy was conscious Of vague
sense Of loneliness quite ut variance with
the soft light and warm coloring Of the
room. Miss Daenc's lace, seemed to mingle
itself indefinally with his unrest and the
words and melody he had heard sang them.
selves over and over IN his memory. he
rose and went out Of doors, and looking
over the hedge. saw her slender figure
pacing to aud fro in the moonlight. She
moved wcariy, he fancicd. and he thrilled
with longing to speak to her aud comfort
her. Some great sorrow had set its seal
upon her face, he thought. Had not Mrs.
Gibson called her an orphan' What sad
fate to be thrust ont homeless into the great
worlds nature SO fine as hers must be
subject to tho coarseness and caprice Of an
employer like Mn. Gibson The very idea
was revolving. Then there foaicd in =
vision Of a face like hers opposite him at
his solitary meals, or beside his study hro
iu the long, winter evenings faoe from
which al traces Of sadness should 30 gone,
and in their place tho brightness OF now
hope and trusting lovs. but while he
dreamed, an unconscious smile soitened h's
features the figure disappeared In the
shadow Of the tall mansion; and tho voice
Of his housekceper ss his elbow broke the
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