Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-08-26
he wrote the lady the laconic epistle which
cost the bride so many bitter tears. Nrr

he wrote the lady the laconic epistle which
cost the bride so many bitter tears. irf
i3 ha CHAPTER SECOND. E1cO
1t was at the close Of about two weeks
from this that Julia was sitting ore eve,
in her parlor, dividing the time between
her work and book, when the door bell
ruug, and a minute after the parlor door
opened and Mr.. Westbury entered. With
sparkling eyes and glowing cheeks she
sprang forward, her hand half extended
to meet his--but his ceremonious bow,
and cold "good evening Mrs. Wcstbury,"
recalled her recollection; and scarcely
able to reply to his civity, she sank back
on her chair. She thought she was pre-.
pared I o see him cold and distant thought
size expected it-but she had deceived
herself, Notwithstanding all her bitter
ruminations on her husbands Indifference
towards her, there was playing at the
bottom of her heart, sweet feeling that he
might return more cordial than he went.
His cold salutations and colder eye, sent
her to her seat disappointed, sick at heart,
and nearly fainting. In a minute, how.
ever, she recovered her selfposscssion,
and made those inquiries respecting his
health and journey, that propliety 'dicta.
ted. In spite of himself, she succeeded
in some degree in drawing him out.
She was gentle, modest, unob-
trusive-and good sense and propriety
were manifest in all she said. Besides,
she looked very pretty. Her figure
though rather below the middliug size,
was very fine, her hand and foot Of ur-
rivaled beauty. She was dressed with
great simplicity, but good taste was shown
in everything about her person. She
wore her dress too, with peculiar grace,
equally remote from precision and negli-
gence. Her features were regular and
her complexion delicate but the greatest
attraction of her face, was the facility
and truth with which it expressed every
feeling of her heart. When Mr.. West
bury first entered the parlcr, an observer
might have pronounced her beautiful but
the bright glow Of transient joy that then
kindled on her cheek, had faded away and
left her pale so pale, that Mr.. Westbury
inquired, with some little appearance of
interest, whether her health was as good
as usual ?" Her voice. which was always
soft and melodious, was even softer than
usual, as she answered that it was. Mr..
Westbury at length went so far as to ask
some questions relative to her occupations
during his absence, whether she had called
on the new bride, Mrs. Cunningham, and
other questions of similar consequence.
For time he forgot Miss Eldon; was
half unconscious that Julia was his wife
and viewing her only as companion, he
passed an hour or two very comfortably.
One day when Mr.. Westbury came to
dinner, Julia handed him card of COM
plments from Mr.. aud Mrs. Brooks, who
were about giving splendid party.
II have returned no answer" said Ju.
liza, "not knowing whether you would ,.ac.
cept the invitation or not"
"For yourself, you can do as you like,
Mrs. Westbury-I shall attend it,"
III am quite indifferent about the par
ty," said Julia, 'as such scenes afford me
little pleasure but shall be pleased to do
as yoa think proper--as you think best. ="
Her voice trembled q little as she spoke !;
as she had not yet become sufficiently &C.
castomed to Mr.. Westbury's brusgue
manner towards herself, to bear it with
perfect 6rmness.
"I should :hidk it very suitable that
you pay Mr.. and Mrs. Brooks this atten-
tion," Mr.. Westbury replied,
The eve ming of the visit at length ar
rived and Julia repaired to her bed cham
Der to dress for the occasion. To render
herself pleasing in the eyes Of her hus-
band was the sole wish of her heart; but
how to do this was the question. She
would have given the world to know his
taste, his favorite colors, and other triAes
of like nature--but of these she was COM
pletely ignorant, and must therefore be
guided by her own taste. Simplicity is
the surcst way" thought she. for 1T never
offends if it does not captivate.--Accord' :
ingy she arrayed herself in plain white
satin, and over her shoulders was thrown
white blonde mantle, with an azure bor-
der. while a girdle of the same hue eucir.
cled her waist. Her toilet completed, Julia
descended to the parlor her shawl and salash
in her hand. MIR. Wcstbury was waiting for
her, and casting his eyes over her person,
he said; "If you are ready, Mrs. West
bury. we will 60 Immediately, as it is now
late. Most Of the guests we're already as
sembled. When they arrived it was not
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