The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-11-27
PEARL WILEY.


twitter of q timid bird; but as the
chords tremble and vibrate under the
touch Of the nimble White fingers.
Pearl Wyley, the young governess, for,
gets her little charges standing motion
less by her side, and sitting with her
dreamy blue eyes fixed on the glimmer
and glisten Of the waves out ON the
beach below, she plays as ono entranc-
ed with the wild, witching symphonies
Of her own creation, that seem to rise
and fall sympathetically with the wild
throbbings out on the yellow sand of
Aylmer'S Rest.
AS she sits there in the blaze of the
sunset, her face is all aglow with beau
tiful thoughts born of the music. and
blended with the grand colorings on sea
and sky. A shaft from the sunset
strikes through the lace curtains, and
| circles the qucenly head with corOnal
Of gold.
'Listen Alice; who ever heard any,
thing SO beautiful, and yet so weird?
Who in this place can play like lhal?n
"Have you been here two DAYS and
have not seen her yet 1t is Eva and
Eflie''s goyerness; and just think, Paul,
she is only IL, a whole year younger
Il
lngl And yet l almost envy her, for
she has the loveIest face in Aylnier's
| Rest"
''Come in and introduce me; YOU
have aroused great curiosity to see
this paragon of loveliness.
"Oh, Paul, dare noti'' and there is
| ma would indeed D9 Yory a1lgry.''
| "a no oil,
| through his, fairly draws her into the
| room.
"Miss Wyley, my brother, Paul
/ Everson."
Pearl looks up from her suddenly
| aroused day dreams to encounter q
pair OF the blacklist eyes she has ever
seen; but her confusion Is only momen-
| tary. and arising with half-haughty
grace, she bows ever 50 slightly,
entirely ignoring the outstretched hand.
Only a few commonplace remarks
pass between them, when Pearl finds
some trivial excuse for taking herself
and her young charges from tho room.
paui'S eyes follow her with a strange
light i'll their dark depths.
"Ihe poor ciiidi so young, SO love-
ly, and so lonelyl'
The tone is exquisitely tender, and
| strikes Alice as something more than
pitiful.
"Oh, Paul, don't hlrt with herl" she
says, half pleadingly. Mamma would
dismiss her instantly from the house. !"
"Flirt2" There is an angry flash in
the eyes now. 'Who talks Of flirting
with her?"
Some hours later Pearl Wyley goes
to her room, her heart beating strange
ly, and on her way she passed the
library. The door is aiar, and reveals
Il full length portrait Of Paul Evcrson.
How often she had stood before that
gilded frame, gazing on the dark hand.
some face and the flashing eyes, that
seemed restless even on canvass, till
every line and feature was as familiar
as the face of her dead mother. And
now her ideal has come in flesh and
blood, infinitely handsoner than the
picture; what wonder TINT her young
heart beats fast, and paints its blossom.
ing roses OH her pure white cheeks?
There is to be small social gather
ing that evening, and Pearl is to play q
long, weary round Of watZes and
quadriiles. AS she goes up to dress she
finds bouquet Of exquisite white rose
buds, their creamy petals half unfOlded.
"How kind Of Alicel"
Three of the smallest find Nesting
place in the waves Of her golden hair,
and after donning dress OF some soft
gray material, she places another
cluster in the lace at her throat.
The delicate pink tinge is still in
her cheeks, the sparele in her eyes, as
she entered the parlor by side door
and takes the seat by the piano, which
faces the conservatory, and Is half hid.
don from the dancers by tall vases fill.
ed with ferns.
Paul soon weares of the dance.
Thele is only one face there he cares to
see, and 1t has been before his vision
all the evening, though the tall vases
have been 80 artfully arranged to con.
ceal it. After awhile he slips away
from tho dancers and enters the con
servatory and standing behind 8
branching azalea tree, watches the face
that shows above the top Of the grand
! piano. The flush and sparkle 10 gone
and PEARLS face Is as white as the rose
bud at her throat.
"HOW tired she must bel' ne mur
murs with ycarning tenderness; and ht
stretches out his strong arms, as though
the impulse Is strong to clasp her II
them for all time.
Is his gaze magneticp Just then th'
weary player looks up and catches sigh
Of the dark face framed in the branche
Of the azalea tree, and eatQhess too, al