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

DO you really love me, Charley ?
DO | really live and breathe Now,
Ruth what's the nse of making such an
absurd question as that, when you know
perfectly well that don't belong to myself
at all. I'm slave-a miserable, abiect
captive, in the chain Of your sweet eyes
and gentle words-and. what's more, |
haven't the least desire for grain of my
Lost freedom :
Nonsense, Challey.'
But Ruth Murray SAID 'Nonsense' in a
tone that clearly mean, The very best of
sense ! and Mr.. Charles Trevor took adj
vantage Of the coquettish sy llables accord
ingly.
They were sitting in the library of the
fine old country house, with bright fire
blazing on the hearth ; and the bay win.
dow, curtained with warm, crimson folds,
Just revealed a glimpse of clear orange
twilight belted with the silver crescent of
the new moon. You could not distinguish
much from the flickering, uncertain light F.;
but the eye OF romancist is supposed to
be preterna;urally gifted, and the pen of a
romancist IN TO way deviaies from the
truth in saying that Charles Trevor was
tall, and dark, and handsome, with
wavy black hair, and frank lips, and
eyes where the brown shadows melted
almost imperceptibly into velvet black
ness.
And Ruth Murray shall we
say OF her, as she sits there on the sofa,
with the capricious fire-gleam darting in
lines of light up and down the bugle trim
ming of her piquant velvet jacket, and
occasionally pausing to mirror themselves
refectively in the liquid blue depths OF
her lovely eyes, What can we say
Only that she was very small and very
plump, with long, brown eyelashes, and
/ lips red and ripe as Strawberries, and hair
like golden water stirred into fantastic rip
Piles by Summer evening winds. Only
tina; she was wonderfully pretty, and co
quettish withal, as most pretty girls re
apt to be. Isn't that enough?
Charley she said, tboughtfully playing
with one of the sparkling buttons of her
Jacket do believe that you love me
but I'm afraid that your sentiments will
undergo an alteration when YOU know
| that-thst-
That what p
Il ought to have told you before, fall
tered Ruth, coloring wildly, and seeming
to shrink away from the ruddy shine OF
the fire, 'only-'
Told me what, darling9'
That | am only dressmakerl ?
You a dressmaker And visiting at
Wardley Place 2
Kate Wardley and | were school COM
panions, Charley-and she was very kind
and she promised to tell nobody, lest
people should be cold to met
Stop n minute, Ruth, said Mr.. Trevor.
u didn't ask the question because the fact
made one whit's difference in our relations
toward one another only, l was taken a
little by surprise, as il were A dress
maker are you' Well, Ruth, shouldn't
care il you were crossing sweeper,
love you, and that's quite enough for me.
But, Charley, | am poor and obscure
What of that? I'm not rich by any
means but am fully capable of working
for both of US and as for being poor and
obscure, why, we'll try and see if we can,
not make ourselves a name in the world
Ruth
But you are no, obscure, Charles. The
Trevors stand high in the circles of fash.
ion, krow that, humble little dressma,
ker though ! am
What then 2
why, the world will say that you hav,
made a meSdHidace!
And what care for the worlds yer.
dict, as long as | am happy in your love