The Penn's Grove record., 1883-11-24
PEARL WILEY,

A pretty little trilliDg MARBLE like the
twitter of a 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 one entrapc-
ed with the wild, witching symphonies
of her own creation, that seem to rise
and fall alphabetically with the wild
throbbings out on the yellow sand OF
Aylmer's Rest. q D.
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 queenly head with a coronal
of gold.
"Listen Alice; who ever heard any
thing so beautiful, and yet so weird?
Who in this place can play like that?''
"Have you been here two days and
have not seen her yet 1t is Eva and
Effie's governess; and Just think, Paul,
she is only is, a whole year younger
than l am, and has to teach for a liv-
ingl And yet l almost envy her, for
She has the loveIiest face in Aylmer's
Rest"
"Come in and introduce me; you
have aroused a great curiosity to see
this paragon of loneliness"
"Oh, Paul, | dare not!'' and there is
genuine dismay in her tones. "Mam-
ma would indeed be very angry"
He only laughs, and slipping her arm
through his, fairly draws her into the
room.
Miss Wyley, my brother, Paul
Everson.n
Pearl looks up from her suddenly
aroused day dreams to encounter a
pair of the blacklist eyes she has eyer
SEEN but her confusion is only momen-
tary, and arising with a half-haughty
grace, she bows ever 20 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 the room.
Paul's eyes follow her with a strange
light in their dark depths.
1.-THE poor child So young SO love
ly, and SO lonelyp
The tone is exquisitely tender, and
strikes Alice as something nor than
pitiful.
"Oh, Paul, don't flrt with herl' she
says, half pleadingly. mamma would
dismiss her instantly from the house"
"FlirtP" There is an angry flash in
the eyes now. "Whe talks of flirting
with herr" Er
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 ajar, and reveals
a full length portrait of Paul Eyerson.
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 ideai has come in~Aesh and
blood, infinitely handsomer than the
picture; what wonder Tint her young
heart beats fast, and paints its blossom
ing roses on her pure white cheeksp
There is to be a small socialAgather-
ing that evening, and Pearl is TO play a
long, weary round of waltzes and
quadriiles. As she goes up to dress she
finds.a bouquet of exquisite white rose
buds, their creamy petals half unfolded.
"How kind of Alicel"
Three of the smallest find a nesting
place in the waves of her golden hair,
and after DOMINIC a 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 a side door
and takes the seat by the piano, which
faces the conservatory, and is half hid
den from the dancers by tall vases fill
ed with ferns.
Paul o wearies of the dance.
There is only one face there he cares to
see, and it has been before his vision
all the evening, though the tall vases
have been 50 artfully arranged to con
ceal it. After awhile he slips away
from tho dancers and enters the con-
servatory and standing behind a
branching azalea tree, watches the face
that shows above the top of the grand
piano.. The flush and sparkle Is gone,
and PEARLS face is a white as the rose
bud at her throat.
How tired she must bel" he MUIR
murs with yearning tenderness; and he
stretches out his strong arms,a though
the impulse is strong to clasp her in
them for all time.
Is his gaze magnetic? Just then the
weary player looks up and catches sight
OF the dark face framed In the branches
OF the azalea tree, and catches, too, all
the eyes express. There IS a crash
upon the piano Keys, and Pearl slips
down upon the floor, upsetting a rare
vase IN her fall.
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