Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1874-08-26

Julia had jus! time to mark all this, be-
fore they left the room. 20 that wets
away" thought she-stbat 1 we're at homo
that were in my grave" She sat per-
tectly unconscious of all that was going
forward, until MIR. Westbury came to her,
inquiring if she meant to be tie last to
leave. Julia mechanically arose and made
her parting compliments to Mrs. Brooks
and scarcely knew anything until she ar
rived at her own door. Just touching her
husbands hand, she sprang frcm the car
riage aud flew to her chamber. For q
while she walked the floor in agony of
feeling. The constraint under which she
had laborcd only served to increase the
violence of her emotion, now that she was
free to indulge it. After a while, howev.
or, her reason began to operate. "What
have | seen that | ought not to have ex-
pected," "what have l learned that did
not already know, except" she added, "a
triaing fact concerning my husbands
taste"
Julia thought long and deeply: she be-
came calm; she renewed former resolu-
tions looked to Heaven for strength to
sustain and wisdom to guide her-and
casting the mantle, which would hence.
forth be useless to wear, she instantly
threw shawl over her shoulders to con.
ceal the unlucky girdle, and although the
hour was late descended to the parlor.
Mr. Westpury was sitting by table lean.
ing his head on his hand. 1t was not
easy for Julia to address him on any sub
ject not too exciting to her feelings-and
still more difficult perfectly to command
her voice, that its tones might be of easo
and cheerfulness; yet she succeeded in
both. The questions she asked, led Mr..
Westbury to look up, aud-he was struck
by the death-like paleness on her check.
julia could by an effort control she could
in degree subdue her feelings; but sho
could not command the expression of her
countenance could not bid the blood vis-
it or recede from her cheeks at her will,
She knew not, indeed, that at this time
she was pale; her own face was the last
thing in her mind. Mr.. Westbury had no
sooner answered her questions, than he
added.-"You had better retire you look
as if the fatigues of the evening were too
much for you"
"Fatigues Of the evening !--Agonies
rather" thought Julia; but thanking him
for his kind advice, she Immediately re-
treated to her chamber.
Until this evening Mr.. Westbury had
scarcely seen Miss E. since his marriage.
He had avoided seeiug:s her, being COM
scious that she retained the POWER over
his heart; and his sense Of rectitude for
bade his indulging passion for one wo-
man, while the husband of another. Miss
e. suspected this. and felt piqued at kis
power over himself. Her heart futtered
with satisfaction when she saw him enter
Mrs, Brooks drawing room and she re-
solved to ascertain whether her influence
over his affections we're diminished. She
was mortified and chagrined, that even
here he kept aloOf from her, giving her
only passing bow, as he walked to anoth.
er part of the room. 1t was with unusual
| pleasure that she complied with request
to sit to the piano, for she well knew the
power of music-of her own music over
his heart. Never before had she touched
the keyes with so much interest. She did
her best--that best was prominently good
and she soon found that she had fixed the
attention of him alene whom she cared to
please. After singing one or two modern
songs, she began one that she had learned
at Mr., Westbury's request, at the period
when he used to visit her almost daily.
1t was Burns 'Ye banks and braes Q,
bannie Doom, and was with him a great
favorite. When Miss Edon came to the
lines
''ThOu minds't me of departed joys,
Departed never to return,'--
she raised her eyes to bis face. and 10 an
instant he forgot everything but herself.
Her happiness is sacrificed as well as my
own, thought he; and leaning his hand
against the wall of the room, he gave him
self up to love and melancholy. The song
concluded, however, he regained some
control over his feelings, and SO kept at q
distance from her company--conquered
himself, SO far as to repair to the drawing
room, to escape from her dangerous vicin-
ity. He saw her not again until she was
equipped for her departure. Then she
contrived to get near him, and threw so
much sweetness and melancholy into her
voice. as she said good night. Mr.. West
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