The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1869-05-11

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her face, and the little hand stole softly
into his with an unconscously confding
movement
Charley, said Ruth, in soft, sti>
fled voice, 'rll try to be good wife to
you
And then-oh, strange, inscrutable
heart of woman Ruth Murray cried,
just because she was so very happy.
And the next day, the gay country
house coterie broke up, all the guests 60
ing their several ways, and owning, one
to another, that they had delightful
time and the next chapter in their book
of fashionable dissipation commenced,-
while Ruth Murray went home to house
with a shop, where a plate bore the
words, Miss Mackenzie, Dressmaker.'
The bright January sunshine was turn
ing the crusted snow into diamonds, and
making Miss Mackenize's shabby carpet
look half dozen degrees shabbier than
ever--the clock had just struck eleven
and Ruth Murray, in blue delaine dress,
and trim linen collar, was tacking to-
gether the breadths of gold colored glace
silk, with her rosy mouth full of pins
Miss Mackenzie stood watching her, with
a skirt lining depending from her bony
arm.
Ruth, said the old maid, obviously,
4 don't understand you at all
Don't you, Hetty! Well, that's not at
all strange, for half the time don't un-
derstand myself
NO, but Ruth, this arrangement seems
10 he so unsatisiactory--so unsuitable
Don't my work give satisfaction p
Il never had an apprentice learn half
so quickly. These white little fingers of
yours seem gifted by magic =
Thank you,' said Ruth, sewing de-
murely. The yellow silk, please' Didn't
you tell me that Miss Trevor vas coming
here at eleven to try on her dress ?
so she >ad-and there is the carriage
d 'shing up to the door now. It's fine
thing to be rich, Are you sure the dress
is ready, Ruth 2
Quite
Perhaps Ruth Murray's cheek was a
trfle pinker than usual as Miss Trevor
rustled loftily into the room but other-
wise there was no shade Of difference in
her manner or demeanor.
'rm afraid I'm little behind time,
began the imperious young lady, throwing
off her costly ermine cape but Why,
Ruth Murray this surely can not be
you =
1T is !, Miss Trevor
Maria Trevor started
'Oh, you've come to have a dress fitted
-Aliss Mackenzie has such SUGGEST
'No, said Ruth quietly; i am Miss
Mackenize's assistant
"A dress-maker !" almost sbriekeJ Miss
Trevor
Yes, a dress-maker'
Maria dlew herself up haughtily.
This is very strange she said rigilly
nay, it is quite unaccountable,
thought you were visitor at the WarIley
Place ?
Il was.
'And did Kate Warlley know
who | was'' Perfectly
Maria tossed her head
Upon-my--- word this was really
too gratuitons an insult to her other
guests, Kate Wardley shall tnow nv
opinion of her conduct
Ruth had grown pale and then red
hut the next moment score Of laughing
dimples broke out around her mouth.
ut was dreadful TO admit drcs,-maker
into the circle of her aristocratic friends.
and it was unheard OF audacity in the
dres.>maker to venture within the char.
med limits. Will you allow me TO try
on your dress, Miss Trevor
Maria stood haughtily silent in the
middle of the room, while Ruth, mounted
on stool, to bring her nearer to Mis-.
Trevor's hight, put in pins here and there,
and laid little folds, and basted refractory
seams,
She is pretty thought Maria, as the
sunlight glanced athwart, Ruth's colder
hair, and showed the exqnisilely fine tex
lures of her rose leaf skin. No poarl
powder there wonder il there was az,
truth in the report that Charles fancied
her The idea of our brother flirting
with dressmaker for of course it wa,
nothing but Irritation =
And Miss Maria unconsciously gave her,
self such a jerk that two pins flew acros,
the room, and Ruth arched her eyebrows
Dear me, Miss Trevor, shall never ge
your dress fitted if you dent stand still!'
Home = said Maria Trevor, impera.
lively, to the coachman, as she folded the
gay Afghan over her silken skirts. Tn,
promised turn in the Park must siant
aside now-Miss Trevor was anxious tc
impart to others the choice bit Of gossiE
she had just CLEANED
Mrs. Trevor was dreaming over bi
of embroidery by the fire, ana Charles
Trevor, standing in the bay. window, wa,
glancing up and down the columns of tn.
morning paper, as Miss Maria entered. Il
was magnificent drawing room. with cei
lngs of fresco and gold and carpets sofl
and rich as finest moss, while plate. .glas:
windows, hung with massive satin draper
les, let in softened light and rich pic,
lures gi:mmered on the walls. The Trev.
ors were not rich-but the Trevors were
very worldly, and knew exactly how tc
make appearances their tool.
Mamma, what do you think T. exclaimed
Maria, breathless ard eager that RutI
Murray, whom we met at Wardley Place