The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1872-05-10

BY all the gods, no! She loves me
She did not deny it-her eyes confesse,
it," his dark cheek flushed at tn
thought, "and soon herr sweet lip
shall confess it, too. Willoughby Hous,
will lie good for her. She was pale thi
morning, the darling! At willoughb,
she shall get back her roses"
In a week Mrs. Give and the famil,
were settled at Willoughby House.
1t was gloomy stone pile set in vas
lawn, remote and unattractive enough
to the gay travellers on the public road
But when the carriage stopped at the
entrance, and Bernard received them
with affectionate smiles, and Mrs. Give
saw the complete renovation he had
effected within, she was more than glac
she had come to Willoughby.
The elegant, carved ceilings had beer
painted in fresh Pompeiian colors
Sombre drapery and antique furniture
had been banished to lumberrooms, and
unique, lovely buhl tables and bamboo
chairs and lace.curtaips had taken their
place.
1t was as gay, as fresh, as summary
and homelike as could be imagined.
"Upon my word, Bernard ~ said NJ. =.
Give, catching her breath, ~ shouldn't
wonder if Cousin Robert got up out OF
his grave to rebuke your vandalism and
extravaganza! l don't see how you
ever dared do it,"
Sim not afraid of anybody who
comes back from the land of shades"
laughed Bernard; and then he forgot
what he had said in looking at Gertrude.
There are times when the battle of
life seems too hard for us. We cannot
always row against the stream, and now
and again one lays down the oars, and
drifts happily with the current.
Such was the present moment to Ger.
trude Stanley. She had been so beset,
so sorely tried, and now she had fallen
upon a pleasant rest.
With this beautiful nature all about
her, with this delightful home and at
mosphere, and the tenderness of strong
love, what could she do but be happy !?
Her shoft eyes shone, crimson roses
lived in her cheeks. and involuntarily a
blithe melody overran her lips.
"You like it, Gertrude?" he said,
wistfully.
Yes, like il"
She could hardly trust herself to say
more and Bernard, being a man Of
exquisite tact, was silent. Pretty soon
he said:
Let me show you your own rooms"
A suite of apartments in the wing
that overlooked the garden had been
metamorphosed at his command into a
bower almost too lovely for q mortal
maiden to dwell in.
Mrs. Give chartered fast in her de-
light. Q
she means you to live sumptuouslv.
He will make you think you are prin.
cess ~ she cried. "And yet, mon Dieu ~
returning to the French phrases picked
up in her school-days, $50 think that
little gliding, and few mirrors, and a
rifle of Pink silk and muslin, could do
L! All, Gertrude, but there was some
hing else to the fore.n
While the happy sense of his good.
hess filled her soul, there was yet an
lndercurrent of pain.
docs he mean to buy me with his
nagnificence 2" said her thought.
And he, reading it SO easily with the
leen eyes of love, said, earnestly:
1 know, my darling, you would love |
ne just as well if l were a beggar."
"Indeed l would I" she whispered.
He went away, and left her standing
here with this thought in her heart-a
ubtle stroke of policy, if he had con-
idered it; but it was only his fine tact.
Gertrude sank down into the luxuri.
us armchair. TWAS just type of the
elicious repose that might fill her
hole life, if she only would.
And why not? She had endured the
ardness in her youth. 1t is no un.
eroic thing for delicate, fine-cultured
irl to take up the role of governess
nd the children, even of the best
antilles, are not young angels, gener.
lily. But Mrs. Give had been go kind
} her, and let her see society when she
ould. She might have had her Adonis.
ut until Bernard Give came, with his
,anfold Vaccinations, all men had been
} shadows. To him she had half sur.
sndered, shy, reluctant captive.
But last night Mrs. Give had kissed
er, and called her sister. II
" You ought to be happy. Nobody
ould be more in love than he is, and
ernard is good fellow. He has had
ID little pecadilloes, sans doute-they all
ave: But he is As good as the rest"
What could Gertrude's pure heart
now of the sins of the great world ?
itty Give, with her four years in Paris,
as q thousandfold wiser. II she had
~ misgivings, she hushed them in her
cart.
Gertrude will be the making of him;
Id, in spite Of that unfortunate affair,
ernard is not bad fellow"
In his own room Bernard was very
UGH at ease as to his hopes. He was
re of her for whole month, and he
I'd taken care to invite only ladies or