Mexico weekly ledger., 1876-10-19
MRS. RuTHERFoRDss GOyERNEss

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MRS. RuTHERF0RDsS GOVERNESS
She wa standing on the piazza in tn
last sunset rays, with the scarlet bios
SONS of the trumpet-vine dancing abov,
her head. A graceful head it was
crowned with masses of brown hal
parted simply over the smooth brow
and gathered into a heavy knot. lSht
had wonderfully beautiful face, too
thosgh the features were not perfectly
faultless; the mouth, folded in full ricf
curves of melting scarlet, was still toe
wide to be strictly beautiful, and The
chin, though clear-cut and delicate, was
velous beauty of the face was in the
eyes; large and l%ustrous, and of the
'eepest brown, changing to a darker
9 with the least emotion, and with q
amy, far-away look in their depths,
xpression that was not quite sad
hut was still that something that
the gazer think of tears" Her
Xion was as clear and creamy as
Is of a white rose, and as color
no flush ever rose to stain the
eek, and the brow which the
ir shaded was as pure as a
Shewore a dark gray dress
d about her graceful figure
usterless folds, its somber
relieved by any ornament.
little ~expression of cold
Ice--haughtiness, it might
for the look of sweetness
tn, and the misty shadow
q eyes,
rson. whom you would
qeetingher anywhere,
vague feeling of pity,
% determined, ~self-re-
lead, and the firm,
foTt none She look
% might hsye loved
telysand You would
rozen her into this
aim, that theplacid,
5heidreany eyes ex-
ioated out from the
drawing-room. 1t
,"sung in a clear,
md graceful, but
Lhos. 1t ceased,
bed softly through
iazza where she
tn a little start.
sleY,n she said,
ne. i think you
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lie whereyerne most
Ynotp I do not won
i wore it. If I had,
" have brought me
-" he said, low, look
into here eyes. The
ad not left them yet, and
a bewildered expression,
-ewandering in some ar-off
where his voice could not
Z, or if it did, fell on needless
s that listened to other and
Jtent voices.
.aw that she did not heed his,
it eyes, nor the tender tones of
Jice, and he turned away with an
fperplexity and impotence. For
vas not accustomed to hear his
rds fall on needless ears-this Mr..
ealaee Kingsley. He was anoole-
oeking man, with something in his
face. that impressed one instantly with
faith and confidence inAhims it was not
a handsome face, out strangely at
tr3ctive and interesting one; there was
an expression of nobility in the high
massive forehead, and OF firmness and
strength of character in the mouth.
Evidently a man who would be more
at home "on the battle plain" than in
GLADYS bower,'' but whose p~ersever-
ance and indomitable resolution would
make him a formidable rival in love.
He watched the brown eyes, where
the shadow grew deeper and deeper, for,
some moments in silence, then with a.
little touch of impatience III his tone,
he said: ,Utl
SIN what enchanted realms do you
wander, Miss Brenti y For out of NOR
tai ken they seem to be- and even out
of the reach of mortal voices, to-day"
She turned toward him, and the misty
trouble faded out of her eyes, as she
answered: y~fnao, -ss
81 beg your pardon, Mr.. Kingsley.
L believe l was dreaming. What were
you saying2" .s ,a. ,s.s.la
He made an effort at commonplace
conversation, not caring to repeat the
tender words which had fallen on UNI
listening ears a few moments before.
"Nina has been singing to me,'' he
said. "Her voice is very sweet, but
she sings almost wholly without x
pression.n IA
eyes, she sings ballads better than
the mournful, pathetic songs that she
to, I think. No n can sing
song who has not felt the pain
nd haart.anha tho nassionate grief and