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EVERY SATURDAY.

A FOURNAL OF CHOICE READING.

Vol. II.)

SATURDAY, JULY 11, 1874.

[No. 2.

where else where my lords have a ' so as to look as if they were occupied, A ROSE IN JUNE. whim for exploring! I never thought as if one unseen being might be whis

to have paid such a tribute to your pering to another, noiselessly smiling, CHAPTER X. (continued.)

official dignity as to come, hat in hand, and pointing at the solitary. But no,

for a place, like the rest of the world. there was a pleasanter interpretation MR. INCLEDON had a friend who | But no man, I suppose, can always to be given to that soft, luxurious, was one of the Lords of the Admiral resist the common impulse of his kind; brightly-colored vacancy; it was all ty, and upon whom he could rely to do and I am happy in tạe persuasion | prepared and waiting, ready for the him a service; a friend whom he had that to you I will not plead in vain.” gentle mistress who was to come. never asked for anything — for what I am afraid that nothing could have How different from the low-roofed was official patronage to the master been more disingenuous than this drawing-room at the White House, of Whitton ? He wrote him a long letter. How it worked, the reader with the fireplace at one end of the and cbarining letter, which, if I had will see hereafter; but, in the mean long room, with the damp of ages in only room for it, or if it had any time, I cannot defend Mr. Incledon. the old walls, with draughts from thing to do except incidentally with He acted, I suppose, on the old and every door and window, and an indifthis simple history, would give the time-honored sentiment that any strat ferent lamp giving all the light they reader a much better idea of his agem is allowable in love and war, could afford! Mr. Incledon, perhaps, abilities and social charms than any- and consoled himself for the possible thought of that, too, with an increased thing I can show of him here. In it wrong he might be doing (only a sense of the advantages he had to he discussed the politics of the mo- possible wrong, for Wodehouse might offer ; but lightly, not knowing all the ment, and that gossip on a dignified be kept for years cruising after slaves, discomforts of it. He went back to scale about ministers and high officials for anything Mr. Incledon knew) by his library after this inspection, and of state which is half history — and the unquestionable benefit which the lights burned on, and the ghosts, he touched upon social events in a would accompany it. “A young fel if there were any, had the full enjoylight and amusing strain, with that low living by his wits will find a gun ment of it till the servants came to half cynicism which lends salt to cor- | boat of infinitely more service to him extinguish the candles and shut up respondence; and he told his friend than a foolish love affair which never everything for the night. half gayly, half seriously, that he was could come to anything,” his rival said beginning to feel somewhat solitary, to himself.

CHAPTER XI. and that dreams of marrying, and And after having sealed this letter, marrying soon, were stealing into his he returned into his fairy land. He WHEN Rose went up the creaking mind. And he told him about his | left the library where he had written stairs to bed on that memorable night Perugino (“ which I fondly hope may | it, and went to the drawing-room her feelings were like those of some turn out an early Raphael"), and which he rarely used, but which was | one who has just been overtaken by which it would delight him to show warm with a cheerful fire and lighted one of the great catastrophes of nature to a brother connoisseur. " And, by with soft wax-lights for his pleasure, - a hurricane or an earthquake the bye,” he added, after all this, “I should he care to enter. He paused and who, though escaped for the mohave a favor to ask of you which I at the door a moment and looked at ment, hears the tempest gathering in have kept to the end like a lady's it. The wonders of upholstery in this another quarter, and knows that this postscript. I want you to extend the carefully decorated room, every scrap is but the first flash of its wrath, and ægis of your protection over a fine of furniture in which had cost its mas that he has yet worse encounters to young fellow in whom I am considera ter thought, would afford pages of de meet. I am of Mr. Incledon's opinion bly interested. His name is Wode scription to a fashionable American - or rather of the doubt fast ripening house, and his ship is at present on | novelist, or to the refined chronicles into an opinion in his mind - that he that detestable slave trade service of the Family Herald; but I am not had made a mistake, and that possibly which costs us so much money and sufficiently learned to do them justice. if he had taken Rose herself " with does so little good. He has been a The master of the house, however, the tear in her eye,” and pressed his long time in the service, and I hear he looked at the vacant room with its suit at first hand, he might have sucis a very promising young officer. I softly burning lights, its luxurious va ceeded better; but such might-be's are should consider it a personal favor if cant seats, its closely drawn curtains, always doubtful to affirm and impossiyou could do something for, him; and the books on the tables which no one ble to prove. She sat down for a (N. B.) it would be a still greater ser ever opened, the pictures on the walls while in her cold room, where the vice to combine promotion with as which nobody looked at (except on draughts were playing freely about, distant a post as possible. His friends great occasions), with a curious sense and where there was no fire - to are anxious to keep him out of the at once of desolation and of happiness. think; but as for thinking, that was way for private reasons — the old How dismal its silence was! not a an impossible operation in face of the • entanglement' business, which, of sound but the dropping of the ashes continued gleams of fancy which kept course, you will understand; but I from the fire, or the movement of the showing now one scene to her, now think it hard that this sentence of ban- burning fuel; and he himself a ghost | another; and of the ringing echo of ishment should be conjoined with looking into a room which might be her mother's words which kept soundsuch a disagreeable service. Give | inhabited by ghosts for aught he knew. | ing through and through the stillness. him a gunboat, and send him to look Here and there, indeed, a group of Self-indulgence - choosing her own for the Northwest passage, or any- / chairs had been arranged by accident pleasure rather than her duty — what she liked instead of what was right. | influence of all that was lovely and duty to others; and when it is neg. Rose was far too much confused to pleasant as any girl could be.

lected some one must pay the penalty. make out how it was that these re The morning passed, however, with | But you — you are happier than most. proaches seemed to ber instinct so out any furi her words on the subject, You can, if you please, save your faminappropriate to the question; she and her heart had begun to beat ea

ily." only felt it vaguely, and cried a little sier and her excitement to calm down,' “ We are not starving, mamma," at the thought of the selfishness attrib. when Mrs. Damerel suddenly came to said Rose, with trembling lips; "we uted to her; for there is no opprobri- | her, after the children's lessons, wbich have enough to live upon — and I ous word that cuts so deeply into the was now their mother's chief occupa could work — I would do anything"breast of a romantic, innocent girl. tion. She came upon her quite un “What would your work do, Rose ? She sat there pensive till all her fac- expectedly, when Rose, moved by their If you could teach — and I don't think ulties got absorbed in the dreary sense noiseless presence in the room, and you could teach — you might earn of cold and bodily discomfort, and then unable to keep her hands off them enough for your own dress; that she rose and said her prayers, and any longer, had just commenced, in would be all. Oh, my dear! listen to untwisted her pretty hair and brushed | the course of her other arrangements me. The little work a girl can do is it out, and went to bed, feeling as if (for Rose had to be a kind of upper nothing. She can make a sacrifice of she would have to watch through the housemaid, and make the drawing her own inclination of her fancy; long, dark hours till morning, though room habitable after the rough and | but as for work, she has nothing in her the darkness and loneliness frightened ready operation which Mary Jane power." her, and she dreaded the night. But called “tidying "), to make a pretty

" Then I wish there were no Rose was asleep in half an hour, though group upon a table in the window girls !" cried Rose, as many a poor the tears were not dry on her eye- of Mr. Incledon's flowers. Certainly girl has done before her, “if we can lashes, and I think slept all the long | they made the place look prettier and do nothing but be a burden - if there night through which she had been pleasanter than it had ever done yet, is no work for us, no use for us, but afraid of, and woke only when the especially as one stray gleam of only to sell ourselves. Oh, mamma, first gray of daylight revealed the sunshine, somewhat pale, like the girl mamma ! do you know what you are cold room and a cold morning dimly herself, but cheery, had come glancing asking me to do?”. to her sight - slept longer than usual, | in to light up the long, low, quaint “I know a great deal better than for emotion tires the young. Poor room and caress the flowers.

you do, or you would not repeat to me child ! she was a little ashamed of her “ Ab, Rose, they have done you this vulgar nonsense about selling self when she found how soundly she good already!” said her mother; yourself. Am I likely to bid you sell had slept.

“ You look more like yourself than I yourself ? Listen to me, Rose. I want “Mamma would not let me call have seen you for many a day."

you to be happy, and so you would be you,” said Agatha, coming into her

Rose took her hands from the last | - nay, never shake your head at me

Rose took her hands from the last room ; " she said you were very tired flower-pot as if it had burned her, and - you would be happy with a man last night; but do please come down stood aside, so angry and vexed to who loves you, for you would learn to now, and make haste. There is such have been found at this occupation love him. Die for us! I have heard a basket of flowers in the hall from that she could have cried.

such words from the lips of people who Whitton, the man says. Where's “My dear,” said her mother, going would not give up a morsel of their Whitton ? Is n't it Mr. Incledon's up to her, “I do not know that Mr. own will — not a whim, not an hour's place ? But make haste, Rose, for | Incledon will be here to-day; but if comfort" breakfast, now that you are awake." he comes I must give him an answer. “But I-I am not like that,” cried

So she had no time to think just Have you reflected upon what I said Rose, stung to the heart. “I would then, but had to hurry down-stairs, to you? I need not tell you again | give up anything -- everything — for where her mother met her with some. | how important it is, or how much you the children and you !" thing of a wistful look, and kissed have in your power.”

"Except what you are asked to give her with a kind of murmured half

| up; except the only thing which you apology. “I am afraid I frightened self-support, one hand held fast by can give up. Again I say, Rose, I you last night, Rose."

the other, as if that slender grasp had | have known such cases. They are « Oh, no, not frightened,” the girl been something worth clinging to. | not rare in this world.” said, taking refuge among the children, “Oh! what can I say?" she cried; “I " Oh, mamma, mamma!” before whom certainly nothing could

“You think I am cruel. If you be said; and then Agatha and Patty “You told me! Then, Rose, every-| knew my life, you would not think so; surged into the conversation, and all thing that I said to you last night goes | you would understand my fear and gravity or deeper meaning was taken for nothing, though you must know the horror of this amiable self-seeking out of it. Indeed, her mother was so truth of it far, far better than my words which looks so natural. Rose," said cheerful that Rose would almost have could say. Is it to be the same thing her inother, dropping into a softer hoped she was to hear no more of it, over again — always over again ? tone, “ I have something more to say had it not been for the cluster of flow- Self, first and last, the only considera to you — perhaps something that will ers which stood on the table and the tion ? Everything to please yourself; weigh more with you than anything I heaped-up bunches of beautiful purple nothing from higher motives? God can say. Your father had set his grapes which filled a pretty Tuscan forgive you, Rose !"

heart on this. He spoke to me of it basket, and gave dignity to the bread « Oh, hush, hush! it is unkind - on his death-bed. God knows ! perand butter. This was a sign of the it is cruel. I would die for you if that haps he saw then what a dreary strugtimes which was very alarming; and I would do any good !" cried Rose. gle I should have, and how little had do not know why it was, unless it “ These are easy words to say; for been done to help us through. One might be by reason of her youth, that dying would do no good, neither would of the last things he said to me was, those delicate and lovely things —- fit it be asked of you," said Mrs. Dame • Incledon will look after the boys.'” offerings for a lover — never moved | rel impatiently. “Rose, I do not ask " Papa said that?” said Rose, puther to any thought of what it was she | this in ordinary obedience, as a mother | ting out her hands to find a prop. was rejecting, or tempted her to con- may command a child. It is not a Her limbs seemed to refuse to support sidor Mr. Incledon's proposal as one child but a woman who must make | her. She was unprepared for this which involved many delightful things such a decision; but it is my duty | new, unseen antagonist. “Papa ? along with himself, who was not de- to show you your duty, and what is How did he know?” lightful. This idea, oddly enough, best for yourself as well as for others. The mother was trembling and paie, did not find any place in her mind, No one — neither man nor woman, too, overwhelmed by the recollection though sbe was as much subject to the nor girl nor boy — can escape from, as well as by her anxiety to conquer.

She made no direct answer to Rose's think -- everything that you say ; but | more, with many precautions, stole question, but took her hand within let me speak to him myself, if he into the room. “ Are you awake?” both of hers, and continued, with her comes."

she said ; “I hope your head is better. eyes full of tears : “ You would like Mrs. Damerel looked at her very Mr. Incledon is in the drawing-room, to please him, Rose - it was almost earnestly, half suspicious, half sympa. and mamma says, please, if you are the last thing he said — to please him, thetic. She went up to her softly and | better will you go down, for she is and to rescue me from anxieties I can put her arms round her, and pressed | busy; and you are to thank him for see no end to, and to secure Bertie's the girl's drooping head against her the grapes and for the flowers. What future. Oh, Rose! you should thank breast. “God bless you, my dar- does Mr. Incledon want, coming so

God that you can do so much for ling!” she said, with her eyes full of osten? He was here only yesterday, · those you love. And you would be tears; and kissing her hastily, went and sat for hours with mamma. Ob !

happy, too. You are young, and out of the room, leaving Rose alone what a ghost you look, Rose! Shall I love begets love. He would do every with her thoughts.

bring you some tea ?” thing that man could do to please you. If I were to tell you what these "It is too early for tea. Never He is a good man, with a kind heart; thoughts were, and all the confusion | mind; my head is better." you would get to love him; and, my of them, I should require a year to do “But you have had no dinner,” dear, you would be happy, too.”

it. Rose had no heart to stand up | said practical Agatba; “it is not "Mamma,” said Rose, with her and fight for herself all alone against much wonder that you are pale." 3- head bent down and some silent tears the world. Her young frame ached Rose did not know what she an

dropping upon Mr. Incledon's flowers and trembled from head to foot with swered, or if she said anything. Her -a flush of color came over her down-| the unwonted strain. If there had head seemed to swim more than ever. cast face, and then it grew pale again ; been indeed any one — any one — to Not only was it all true about Mr. In

her voice sounded so low that her struggle for ; but how was she to stand cledon, but she was going to talk to ** mother stooped towards her to hear alone and battle for herself ? Every him, to decide her own fate finally one

what she said — "mamma, I should thing combined against her; every way or other. What a good thing that El like to tell you something."

motive, every influence. She sat in the drawing-room was so dark in the Mrs. Damerel made an involuntary a vague trance of pain, and, instead afternoon that he could not remark how movement - a slight instinctive with of thinking over what had been said, woe-begone she looked, how miserable drawal from the confidence. Did she only saw visions gleaming before her and pale! guess what it was? If she did so, of the love which was a vision, nothing He got up when she came in, and she made up her mind at the same more, and which she was called upon went up to her eagerly, putting out time not to know it. “What is it, to resign. A vision — that was all; | his hands. I suppose he took her ap- . dear?” she said tenderly but quickly. | a dream, perhaps, without any foun pearance as a proof that bis suit was

"Oh, Rose I do you think I don't un- dation. It seemed to disperse like a progressing well; and, indeed, he had 1derstand your objections? But, my mist, as the world melted and dissolved come to-day with the determination to

darling, surely you may trust your around her — the world which she had see Rose, whatever might happen. He

mother, who loves you more than all known — showing a new world, a took her hand into both of his, and for - the world. You will not reject it - dreamy, undiscovered country, forming | one second pressed it fervently and

I know you will not reject it. There out of darker vapors before her. She close. “It is very kind of you to see is no blessing that is not promised sat thus till the stir of the children in me. How can I thank you for giving to those that deny themselves. He the house warned her that they had | me this opportunity ?” he said. will not hurry nor press you, dear. come in from their daily walk to the "Oh, no! not kind ; I wished it," Rose, say I may give him a kind an early dinner. She listened to their | said Rose, breathlessly, withdrawing swer when he comes ?”

voices and noisy steps and laughter ber hand as hastily as he had taken de Rose's head was swimming, her with the strangest feeling that she it; and then, fearing her strength,

heart throbbing in her ears and her was herself a dreamer, having nothing she sat down in the nearest chair, and throat. The girl was not equal to such in common with the fresh, real life said, falteringly, “Mr. Incledon, I

a strain. To have the living and the / where all the voices rang out so wanted very much to speak to you Be dead both uniting against her - both clearly, where people said what they myself.”

appealing to her in the several names meant with spontaneous outcries and * And I, too,” he said — her simof love and duty against love — was laughter, and there was no concealed plicity and eagerness thus opened the more than she could bear. She had | meaning and nothing beneath the way for hini and saved him all embarsunk into the nearest chair, unable to sunny surface; but when she heard rassment-“I, too, was most anxious stand, and she no longer felt strong her mother's softer tones speaking to to see you. I did not venture to speak enough, even had her mother been the children, Rose got up hurriedly, of this yesterday, when I met you. I willing to hear it, to make that confes- and fled to the shelter of her room. was afraid to frighten and distress sion which had been on her lips. At If anything more were said to her she you; but I have wished ever since what seemed to be the extremity of thought she must die. Happily Mrs. that I bad dared " human endurance, she suddenly saw Damerel did not know that it was her “Oh, please do not speak so!" she one last resource in which she mighe voice, and not the noise of the chil cried. In his presence Rose felt 80 still find safety, and grasped at it, dren, which was too much for poor young and cbildish, it seemed imposscarcely aware what she did. “May i Rose's overstrained nerves. She sent sible to believe in the extraordinary I see Mr. Incledon myself if he word by Agatha that Rose must lie | change of positions which his words comes ? ” she gasped, almost under down for an hour and try to rest; and implied. her breath.

that quiet was the best thing for her “But I must speak so. Miss Da"Surely, dear,” said her mother, headache, which, of course, was the merel, I am very conscious of my desurprised; “of course that would be plea the girl put forth to excuse her ficiences by your side — of the disparthe best — if you are able for it, if Aight and seclusion. Agatha, for her ity between us in point of age and in you will think well before you decide, part, was very sorry and distressed | many other ways; you, 80 fresh and If you will promise to do nothing has that Rose should miss her dinner, and untouched by the world, I affected by mily. Oh, Rose! do not break my wanted much to bring something up it, as every man is more or less ; but if heart!”

stairs for her, which was at once the you will commit your happiness to my "It is more likely to be my own kindest and most practical suggestion hands, don't think, because I am not that I will break,” said the girl, with / of all.

so young as you, that I will watch over a shadow of a smile passing over her The bustle of dinner was all over it less carefully — that it will be less lace. “Mamma, will you be very | and the house still again in the dreary precious in my eyes." kind, and say no more? I will think, / afternoon quiet, when Agatha, once “ Ab! I was not thinking of my hap

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piness," said Rose; “I suppose I have | all before; but they did now with a ' and says so, should be of more weight no more right to be happy than other curious mixture of agitation and terror, than one of whose feelings you know people — but oh ! if you would let me and almost pleasure. She was sorry | nothing." speak to you! Mr. Incledon, oh! why for him, more than she could have “I know about my own," said Rose, should vou want me? There are so thought possible, and somehow felt with a little sigh; “ and oh, don't many girls better, more like you, that more confidence in him, and freedom think, as mamma does, that I am selfwould be glad. Oh! what is there in to tell him what was in her heart. ish! It is not selfishness; it is because me? I am silly; I am not well edu “Do not answer me now, unless you I know, if you saw into my heart, you cated, though you may think so. I am please," said Mr. Incledon. “ If you would not ask me. Oh, Mr. Incledon, not clever enough to be a companion will give me the right to think your I would die for them all if I could! you would care for. I think it is be | family mine, I know I can be of use to but how could I say one thing to you, cause you don't know.”

| them. The boys would become my and mean another? How could I let Mr. Incledon was so much taken by charge, and there is much that has you be deceived?" surprise that he could do nothing but been lost which I could make up had I “ Then, Rose, answer me truly; is laugh faintly at this strange address. the right to speak to your mother as a your consideration solely for me?" “I was not thinking either of educa son. It is absurd, I know," he said, She gave him an alarmed, appealing tion or of wisdom, but of you, — only with a half-smile; “I am about as old look, but did not reply. you," he said.

as she is ; but all these are secondary "I ain willing to run the risk," be “But you know so little about me ; questions. The main thing is — you. said, with a smile, “ if all your fear is you think I must be nice because of

for me; and I think you might run papa; but papa himself was never what love is "

the risk too. The other is an imaginasatisfied with me. I have not read | “Ah!” the girl looked up at him tion; I am real, very real,” he added, very much. I know very little. I am suddenly, her countenance changing. “ very constant, very patient. So long not good for anywhere but home. “Mr. Incledon, I have not said all to as you do not refuse me absolutely, Mr. Incledon, I am sure you are de you that I wanted to say. Oh, do not I will wait and bope." ceived in me. This is what I wanted ask me any more! Tell mamma that | Poor Rose, all her little art was exto say. Mamma does not see it in the you bave given it up! or I must tell hausted. She dared not, with her same light; but I feel sure that you you something that will break my mother's words ringing in her ears, are deceived, and take me for some- | heart."

and with all the consequences so thing very different from what I am,” “I will not give it up so long as there | clearly before her, refuse him abso. said Rose, totally unconscious that is any bope," he said; “tell me — lutely, as he said. She had appealed every word she said made Mr. Incle- what is it? I will do nothing to break | to him to withdraw, and he would not don more and more sure that he had your heart."

withdraw. She looked at him as if be done the very thing he ought to have She made a pause. It was hard to were the embodiment of fate, against done, and that he was not deceived. say it, and yet, perhaps, easier to him which no man can strive.

“ Indeed, you mistake me altogeth than it would be to face her mother “Mr. Incledon,” she said, gravely er," he said. “It is not merely be and make this tremendous confession. and calmly, “ you would not marry cause you are a piece of excellence - She twisted her poor little fingers to any one who did not love you?" it is because I love you, Rose.”

gether in her bewilderment and mis- | “I will marry you, Rose, if you will "Love me! Do you love me?" ery, and fixed her eyes upon them have me, whether you love me or not," she said, looking at him with wonder as if their interlacing were the chief he said ; “I will wait for the love, and ing eyes; then drooping with a deep | matter in hand. “Mr. Incledon," she hope.” blush under his gaze "but I - do said, very low, “there was some one « Oh, be kind !” she said, driven to not love you."

else - oh, how can I say it! - some her wits' end. “You are free, you can “I did not expect it; it would have one — whom I cared for — whom I | do what you please, and there are so been too much to expect; but if you can't help thinking about.”

many girls in the world besides me. will let me love you, and show you “ Tell me,” said Mr. Incledon, | And I cannot do what I please," she how I love you, dear!” said Mr. Incle. bravely quenching in his own mind a added, low, with a piteous tone, look don, going up to her softly, with not very amiable sentiment; for it ing at him. Perhaps he did not bear something of the tenderness of a fa seemed to him that if he could but se these last words. lle turned from her ther to a child, subduing the eagerness cure her confidence all would be well. with I know not what mingling of of a lover. “I don't want to frighten He took her hand with caressing gen love, and impatience, and wounded you; I will not hurry nor tease; but tleness, and spoke low, almost as low | pride, and walked up and down the some time you might learn to love as she did. Tell me, my darling; | darkling room, making an effort to

I am your friend, confide in me. Who | command himself. She thought she " That is what mamma says,” said was iť? May I know?

had moved him at last, and sat with Rose, with a heavy sigh.

“I cannot iell you who it was," said her hands clasped together, expecting Now this was scarcely flattering to Rose, with her eyes still cast down, “ be the words which would be deliverance a lover. Mr. Incledon felt for the mo cause he has never said anything to to her. It was almost dark, and the ment as if he had received a down me; perhaps he does not care for me ; firelight glimmered through the low. right and tolerably heavy blow; but but this has happened: without bis room, and the dim green glimmer of he was in earnest, and prepared to | ever asking me, or perhaps wishing it, the twilight crossed its ruddy rays, meet with a rebuff or two. “ She | I cared for him. I know a girl should not more unlike than the two who says truly," he answered, with much not do so, and that is why I cannot — thus stood so strangely opposed to gravity. “Rose, - may I call you cannot! But,” said Rose, raising her each other. At last, Mr. Inciedon reRose ? — do not think I will persecute head with more confidence, though turned to where Rose sat in the shador pain you; only do not reject me still reluctant to meet his eye, “now ow, touched by neither one illuminahastily. What I have to say for my that you know this you will not think

| tion nor the other, and eagerly watchself is very simple. I love you — that of me any more, Mr. Incledon. I am ing him as he approached her through is all; and I will put up with all a man 80 sorry if it makes you at all unhap- the uncertain gleams of the ruddy may for the chance of winning you, py; but I am of very little conse- light. wben you know me better, to love me quence; you cannot be long unhappy ! " There is but one girl in the world in return." about me."

for me," he said, somewhat hoarsely. These were almost the same words "Pardon me if I see it in quite a “I do not pretend to judge for any as those Mrs. Damerel had employed; | different light," he said. “My mind one but myself. So long as you do but how differently they soundedi is not at all changed. This is but a not reject me, I will hope." they had not touched Rose's heart at fancy. Surely a man who loves you, And thus their interview closed.

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loved, which is the greatest blow that our side, and there seems no choice time; indeed, everything went on tha:Iz can be given to a man's vanity, Mr. for Heaven but to clear the obstacles quietly, with no apparent break in the -ss; its Incledon was not at all down-hearted out of our way. Something would gentle monotony of existence at the

about the result. He went away with happen, and all would be well again ; White House, until the spring was so h. Jeh balf a dozen words to Mrs. Damerel, and Rose's benevolent fancy even ex far advanced as to have pranked itall it did

begging her not to press his suit, but ercised itself in finding for “poor Mr. | self out in a flood of primroses. It me things to let the matter take its course. “All Incledon” some one who would suit was something quite insignificant and Flow nois will go well if we are patient," he said, him better than herself. He was very incidental which for the first time

with a composure which, perhaps, sur wary, very judicious, in his treat- reawakened Rose's fears. He had er mai prised her; for women are apt to prefer ment of her. He ignored that one | looked at her with something in his ely for me

the hot-headed in such points, and Mrs. scene when he had refused to give up eyes which betrayed him, or some rued, and

Damerel did not reflect that, having his proposal, and conducted himself word had dropped from his lips which waited so long, it was not so hard on for some time as if he had sincerely startled her; but the first direct attack

the middle-aged lover to wait a little given' up his proposal, and was no upon her peace of mind did not come all Fora

longer. But his forbearance at least more than the family friend, the most from Mr. İncledon. It came from two you

was of immediate service to Rose, kind and sympathizing of neighbors. | ladies on the Green, one of whom at -r is an .

who was allowed time to recover her. It was only by the slowest degrees least was very innocent of evil mean

self after her agitation, and had no that Rose found out that be had given ing. Rose was walking with her patients

more exciting appeals addressed to up nothing, that his constant visits mother on an April afternoon, when her for some time. But Mr. Incledon and constant attentions were so many they met Mrs. Wodehouse and Mrs. went and came, and a soft, continued meshes of the net in which her simple | Musgrove, likewise taking their after

pressure, wbich no one could take deittle art na

feet were being caught. For the noon walk. Mrs. Musgrove was a cided objection to, began to make it first few weeks, as I have said, she very quiet person, who interfered with self felt.

was relieved altogether from every- nobody, yet who was mixed up with

thing that looked like persecution. everything that went on on the Green, conser CHAPTER XII.

She heard of him, indeed, constantly, fuse bia

by right of being the most sympathetic but only in the pleasantest way. of souls, ready to hear everybody's MR. INCLEDON went and came; Fresh flowers came, filling the dim old grievance and to help in everybody's

he did not accept his dismissal, nor, rooms with brightness; and the gar trouble. Mrs. Wodehouse struck J at binas

indeed, had any dismissal been given dener from Whitton came to look af straight across the Green to meet Mrs. of fate, to him. A young lover, like Edward

Damerel and Rose, when she saw ive.

Wodehouse, would have been at once Damerel improvements in her garden, them, so that it was by no ordinary

crushed and rendered furious by the and how to turn the hall, which was chance meeting, but an encounter could not De

appeal Rose had made so ineffectually large in proportion to the house, into sought eagerly on one side at least,

to the man of experience who knew a kind of conservatory; and baskets of that this revelation came. Mrs. WodeRose, it is

what he was about. If she was worth fruit came, over which the children house was full of her subject, vibrat-
having at all, she was worth a strug rejoiced; and Mr. Incledon himself ing with it to the very flowers on her
gle; and Mr. Incledon, in the calm came, and talked to Mrs. Damerel and bonnet, which thrilled and nodded
exercise of his judgment, knew that played with them, and left books, new | against the blue distance like a sol-
at the last every good thing falls into books, all fragrant from the printing, dier's plumes. She came forward
the arms of the patient man who can of which he sometimes asked Rose's l with a forced exuberance of cordiality,
wait. He had not much difficulty in opinion casually. None of all these | holding out both her hands.
penetrating the thin veil which she | good things was for her, and yet she, “Now tell me !” she said ; “may we
had cast over the “some one" for had the unexpressed consciousness, congratulate you? Is the embargo
whom she cared, but who, so far as which was pleasant enough so long as removed ? Quantities of people have
she knew, did not care for her. It no one else remarked it and no rec assured me that we need not hold our
could be but one person, and the ompense was asked, that but for tongues any longer, but that it is all
elder lover was glad beyond descrip her those pleasant additions to the settled at last.
tion to know that his rival had not family life would not have been. What is all settled at last ?"
spoken, and that he was absent and Then it was extraordinary how often asked Mrs. Damerel, with sudden stiff-
likely to be absent. Edward Wode | he would meet them by accident in ness and coldness. “I beg your par-
house being thus disposed of, there was | their walks, and how much trouble hedon, but I really don't in the least
no one else in Mr. Incledon's way, and would take to adapt his conversation know what you mean."
with but a little patience he was sure to theirs, finding out (but this Rose “I said I was afraid you were too
to win.

did not discover till long after) all her hasty,” said Mrs. Musgrove.
As for Rose, though she felt that tastes and likings. I suppose that "Well, if one can't believe the evi-
her appeal had been unsuccessful, she having once made up his mind to take dence of one's senses, what is one
too was less discouraged by it than so much trouble, the pursuit of this to believe?" cried Mrs. Wodehouse.
she could have herself supposed. In shy creature, who would only betray “ It is not kind, Rose, to keep all your
the first place she was let alone; noth what was in her by intervals, who old friends so long in suspense. Of
ing was pressed upon her; she had shut herself up like the mimosa when course, it is very easy to see on which
time allowed her to calm down, and ever she was too boldly touched, but side the hesitation is; and I am sure I
with time everything was possible. who opened secretly with an almost am very sorry if I have been prema-
Some miracle would happen to save childlike confidence when her fears ture."
her; or, if not a miracle, some ordinary were lulled to rest, became more in | " You are more than premature,”
turn of affairs would take the shape teresting to Mr. Incledon than a more said Mrs. Damerel with a little
of miracle, and answer the same pur- ordinary wooing, with a straightfor- | laugh, and an uneasy color on her
pose. What is Providence, but å di ward - yes” to his proposal at the cheek, “ for you are speaking a lan-
vine agency to get us out of trouble, end of it, would have been. His van- guage neither Rose nor I under-
to restore happiness, to make things

stand. I hope, Mrs. Wodehouse, you pleasant for us? so, at least, one unconsciousness and by her shrinking; have good news from your son." thinks when one is young; older, we but he pursued his plan undaunted “Oh, very good news indeed !” said begin to learn that Providence bas | by either, having made up his mind the mother, whose indignation on her to watch over many whose interests to win her and no other; and the son's behalf made the rose on her

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