Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1877-02-14
From Noah's Sunday Times.
RUTH DARNEL'S REVENGE.

HUH UhltNkL y lllV ANULI
PART I.
AS Ruth Darnel sat under magnifi-
cent sycamore tree on the lawn in front
of her mothers cottage, she formed
picture which Mr.. Leslie would have
delighted to paint, and which might have
inspired poet.
A woman may look very striking as
queen of the ballroom, or holding 8
kind of levee in a box at the opera, but
real loveliness never shows to such eff
feet as amid the surrounding of Ma
ture.
Nothing could have framed Ruth so
we'll as the dark leaves Of the sweeping
sycamore which dropped nearly to the
ground behind her, and threw soft
shadows which suited her face to per-
lection. That face was pale, with
classic outline, dark hair low on her
brows, and eyes of velvet fringed with
long lashes. It was face which could
be calm enough in repose, but which
had within it possibilities of fierce
anger and enduring emotion. It was
a face that could suffer patiently
enough, but had little forgiveness in it.
Moreover, the broad white brow and
lustrous eyes told true tale of cult
waited intelligence and power of thought.
Such was Ruth Darnel as We first see
her sitting idly beneath the sycamore
tree on the lawn.
It had been we'll for Buth Darnel that
her mind had been carefully cultivated,
for she had, comparatively early in
life, to go out as a governess; Mrs.
Darnell, the widow of a clergyman, be-
ing left nearly penniless when her hus-
band died. At the time of which we are
writing, however, she had come into q
small annuity, and was enabled to have
Ruth st home with her IN a little cot
tage in Surrey, only g. short distance
from London.
Ruth Darnel bad not known very
pleasant experiences When a governess.
No doubt, governesses are very much
better treated nowadays than of old;
they are seldom the prosecuted beings
they have been represented in fiction;
but at the same time, 8, governess' is
not the happiest life in the world, and
the roses, if any, which strew such a
path, have, we suspect, more than their
fair share of thorns. Occasionally, q
governess gets the upper hand in
family of nOaeueaalG riches latter the
manner of the immortal Miss Writ by
a command of the aspirate, and an
avoidance Of her knife as means for
the consumption Of peas-both high
and unattainable accomplishments to
certain people.
But Ruth Darnel had found her ro-
nance even in the hard and monoton-
Gus toll of governess' life, and in it
she was supremely happy.
she had met in one of the families
in which she had taught a young sub
altern in the army, certain Regin-
aid Tremayne, who, struck by her
charms, and completely subjugated by
the wonderful eyes, had made fierce
love to her, which Ruth returned with
all the intensity of her nature. And
she did SO after many warnings. Ire
maine, as the saying runs, was not
bad young fellow, but he was fond of
pleasure, and his was shallow nature,
wholly unable to respond to such love
as Ruth's. Moreover, he was extrava-
CANT, and seldom could keep within
the allowance made him by his father
1t was the old story. Tremalne was
handsome, and fancied himself very
much in love with his beautiful Ruth;
and she, only looking to the sunshine
of the present, never dreamt of shad-
ows In the future, and was supremacy
happy.
This arrangement annoyed no one
SO much as a certain John Morton,
Ruth's cousin, older than herself, but
devotedly attached to her ever since
she was child. The time had been
when John had limited at his hopes;
but the peal of merry laughter which
greeted him, and the sisterly frankness
with which he was answered, had
caused him to dismiss those hopes for
ever, and to put up with the cold and
pale lilies of friendship instead of the
roses of love.
Of course, even when he had not the
slightest hope for himself, he was in
sanely jealous of every other man. He
was furious at Ruth's engagement to
Tremaine, and had made a prediction
about Reginald which caused Ruth to
Hash out at him in impetuous anger.
he had warned her, not politely, it
must be admitted, that Reginald would
one day run through his money, and
then desert her for an heiress. But he
did not say it again, for the fierce
glance of Ruth's eyes and her bitter
words haunted him for many a day
fter.
And, in truth, it seemed very un-
kind remark, for the young lover was
most devoted and attentive; and what
ever might be the attractions of Lon
don, near which he was quartered, he
seemed to find greater ones in the lit
tie garden at the Darneps cottage.
SO one summer followed another, |