The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1876-10-20
MRS. RUTRERFoRD's COVERINGS

HRS. RUIRERFORD's COVERINGS
She Vas S.-n3ilE 81 &c g.-z-zs Ia tie
last sunset RAYS, with the scarlet bios
SONS Of the trumpet-vine dancing above
her head. A graceful head Il was,
crowned with masses Of brown hair
parted simply over the smooth brow
and gathered into heavy knot She
had 81 wonderfully beautiful face. too.
thosgh the features were nnt perfectly
faultless; the mouth. folded in fall rich
curves of melting scarlet. ~ss still too
wide 20 be strictly beautiful. aRd ne
chin. though ciear-cui and delicate, was
too prominent Bat the almost mar
velous beauty of the face Was In the
eyes large and lusirous. and Of the
deepest brown, changing - 4 darker
hue with the least emotion. and with
dreamy. far-away look in their depths.
an oppression thar was not cutie sad
ness, buf was still that something that
makes the cazer think %; tears" Her
complexion was ~ clear and creamy -
the petals Of a white rose, and a. color
less, too; NJ flush ever rose 20 stain the
white cheek, and the brow which the
brown lair shaded was a. pure A. =
snoworift. She wore 3 dark gray dress
that fioated about her graceful figure
in heavy lusterless folds, IL somber
plainness uurelieved by anv ornament.
There was a little expression Of cold
ness N her face-haughiiness. II might
have been, but for the look Of sweetness
about the month, and the misty shadow
Of sadness in the ewes.
She was a person whom you would
look - twice meeting her anywhere.
and always with a vague feeling Il pity.
! think. though the determined, seif-re-
liant poise If the head. and the firm.
resOlute hos asked for none. She look
ed ike a person who might have loved
and hated p4,-iOnately, and you would
wonder wh-t had frozen her into this
torpid, Indifferent calm, that the % .ci3.
inaniEaie face and the dreamy eyes ex-
pressed.
A ripple If song floated out from the
open window II the drawing-rOom Il
was ''Mignon song" sung in a clear,
girlish voice. swee. and graceful. bur
without power or Pathos. Il ceased.
and gentleman stepped softly through
the window Ou the piazza where she
stood She turned with little starr
why. Mr. Kingsley" she said.
chow quietly yOu came. think you
must possess the Invisible Princes ven
derful cap, which gave the power 81
moving without touching the oarth, You
know
And II carried one wherever he most
wishe3 10 be, did II n0ts I dOnot won
der that you thiak wore IL III had.
1t would certainly have brought me-
here 20 your side" ne said low. look
ing earnestly into here eyes. The
dreamy look had not left them vet. and
her face had a bewildered expression.
As if she were wandering in some far-Otf
dreamland where his voice could not
reach her, or 10 u did. fell on needles
ears, ears that listened 10 other and
more potent voices.
He saw tbs, she did not heed his
earnest eyes, nor the tender tones 81
his voice, and be turned away with an
al Of perplexity and impotence. For
he was not accustomed 70 hear his
words fan on needless ears-this Mr.
Wallace Kingsley. lie was q no le-
looking man, with something in his
face that impressed one instantly with
faith and confidence in him. il was not
a handsome face, but q strangely at
tractive and Interesting one; there was
an expression Of nobility ia the high
massive forehead, and .: firmness and
strength 81 character in the mouth.
Evidently man who would be more
At home "on the battle plain" than in
lady's bower" but whose persever-
ance and indomitable resolution would
make him a formidable rival in love.
Tie watched the brown eyes, where
the shadow grew deeper and deeper. for
some moments 10 silence, then with
little touch u impotence in his tone,
he said
I'm what enchanted realms do you
wander, Miss Brent? For out Of NOR
tai ken they seem 10 be, and even cut
~ Che reas h Of mortal voices, to-day"
She turned toward him, and the misty
trouble faded cut Of her eyes, as she
answered.
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Kingsley.