CHAPTER LIX.
THE PORTRAIT SMILES.
Our fine Virginia autumn not only dowers the world with beautiful forests, and fresh breezes, and a thousand lovely aspects of the beautiful world--fine golden sunsets, musical dawns, and gorgeous noontides full of languid glory;--it also has its direct influence on the mind.
Would you dream?
Go to the autumn woods; the life there is one golden round of fancies, such as come alone beneath waning forests, where the glories of the flower-crowned summer have yielded to a spell more powerful, objects more enthralling--because those objects have the charm of a maiden slowly passing, with a loveliness a thousand times increased, and sublimated, to the holy skies.
Would you have active life?
That is there too--the deer, and sound of bugles rattling through the trees, and rousing echoes which go flashing through the hills, and filling the whole universe with jubilant laughter.

Every mood has something offered for its entertainment in the grand autumns of our Blue-Ridge dominated land: chiefly the thoughtful, however, the serene and happy.
You dream there, under the boughs all gold, and blue, and crimson.
Little things which obscured the eternal landscape, pass away, and the great stars, above the world, come out and flood the mind with a far other light than that which flowed from earthly tapers and rushlights.
The heart is purer for such hours of thought; and as the splendid autumn marches on with pensive smiles, you see a glory in his waning cheek which neither the tender Spring, nor the rich, glittering Summer ever approached--an expression of hope and resignation which is greater than strength and victory.

Ah, me! if we could always look, like autumn, on the coming storms and freezing snows, and see the light and warmth beyond the veil! Verty went on beneath the autumn skies, and through the woods, the rustle of whose leaves was music to his forest-trained ear; and so arrived at Apple Orchard as the sun was setting brightly behind the pines, which he kindled gloriously.
Redbud was seated at the window; and the kind eyes and lips brightened, as the form of the young man became visible.
Verty dismounted and entered.
"I am very glad to see you!" said Redbud, smiling, and holding out her small hand; "what a sweet evening for your ride home." Redbud was clad with her usual grace and simplicity.

Her beautiful golden hair was brushed back from the pure, white forehead; her throat was enveloped in a circlet of diaphanous lace, and beneath this, as she breathed, the red beads of the coral necklace were visible, rising and falling with the pulsations of her heart.

Redbud could not have very readily explained the reason for her fancy in wearing the necklace constantly.