The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1845-12-02

subject, instead Of saying she was TOO young
and too busy 10 think ofsuch a thing, as was
sometimes her reply, Rose threw herself up
on his bosom and wept bitterly. i have
been very, very wrong, my father, 10 have
deceived you so long
what is wrong, Rose q inquired her faith
er, alTectionately, for the pride which had OF
late rested on her lip till it had stolen its
sweetest smile away was gone, ard she
seemed now the child who had been SO con-
fidinG before tales of strife and her own sor-
rows had brought care 10 her brow. Your
father surely knows, Rose, how his rebel
daughter has wasted her time and her wealth;
if that was deceit, my child, twas gener-
Gus one. if not practiced in good cause
But what would il have effected, darling, had
| forbidden such liberty? For in truth my
little Rose is the most obstinate rebel that a
loyaIst ever sought 10 control"
Not wrong in that my father. was right
there, perfectly right but in other matters
laltered Rose, and drawing herself IRON his
side she stood silent moment, with child
ish culver on her lip which she could not
command long enough TO speak the words
trembling on her tongue.
The parent drew her near him and press
ed his hand upon her forehead and brushed
back the curls, and spoke SO gently that Rose,
completely overcome, laid her head on his
shoulder and whispered in his ear, 1t was
wrong TO allow any other TO come between
thy heart and mine.'
1T is as thought, then,' he said with
smile; true TO the lromdn at last. So love
is stronger than patriotism, and my rebel
girl has forgotten her country for one oil the
handsome noblemen-'
Shall you forgive me2 interrupted Rose,
without seeming to notice his words; you
will, il | tell you ALL
Forgive youl Should refuse when your
warm heart is large enough 10 love US all.
and he will prize you as jewel mort prec-
ious than our monarch's diadem? But see
here, my Rose : said the General, opening
and hastily reading a note Just handed him
by an attendant, that man 10 whom we all
owe SO much, the Col. Rutledge whom you
have so much cause 10 remember, is waiting
to see me il is strange he should choose
this hour he observed abstractedly, without
noticing the crimson tinge on the cheek OF
Rose, but will attend TO that business soon ;
first let me hear what you were about TO say.
Tomorrow we will speak Of this again
Then come with me Just one instant; i
will delay you no longer gasped Rose look
ing pale as death, and grasping his arm she
opened the library door, and family whisper
ing few strange words coupled with name
he had not thought TO hear from her, sprang
away with a smile whose lurking mischief
was strangely discordant with the tears dim
ming her eyes AND Gen. Maclean found
himself standing face to face with young
man near the open window. Had he mistak-
en- the words oil Rose? He his daughters
choice? Not the elegant Lord Melville
not Sir Henry Clinton's brave nephew-not
one of The mobiles OF whose alliance he would
have been so proud. but the stranger who
had saved her life Henry Rutledge, simply
a leader of a regiment Of Virginia cavalry a
man in open rebellion against his sovereign |!
And this man 10 whom he owed more than
thanks, more than gold, had come 10 ask a
favor ofhim. And his daughter loved this
man. What was TO be done2
To be concluded nert lreek.