The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1857-07-16
ooUDERsPoRT POTTER COUNTY, Pa THURSDAY JULY It, 1857


Rose, I thought Mrs PASTOR and Mrs.
Smithson looked more interested than the
occasion required; and both asked where
was Mr. Sutherland.
Some unexpected, inspiration enabled
me to say, with an Indifferent tone: "Oh!
I suppose he does not care to come, if my
sister i9 not here.
! was 80 excited aud distressed, tha t
the effort TO play 50 unnatural part was
rapidly depriving me of all my strength,
when I saw Mrs. Borrowe enter with
Sutherland -
l had always detested this man; but
at this moment he looked perfectly beau
tiful to me. He came up with Mrs. Bor-
rowe, and after paying me some compli-
ments, asked for my sister
l made some inane answer, and sub
tie attraction drew my eyes towards Mrs
PASTOR: her face was distorted with rage,
but became smiling Immediately
As Sutherland passed her, she gave
him look from which he quailed, and I
have since observed, that all the evil
which the world had previously said Of
Sutherland, was praise, compared with
what Mrs Pastor afterwards treated him
to.
~ have not found Rose" whispered
Mrs Borrowe; "but I found Sutherland,
which was next best; and I made him
come here with me, although he didn't t
want to; but he came because he wants
me to invite him to my supper party
next week, and if matters are as | suspect,
he has been used by some ladies here to
afix suspicion on Rose; and being seen
here himself is so much in her favor.
How we'll you look! What color
Why, anxiety becomes you!"
90 dear, woman 1 am all painted up;
and am dying with anxiety about Rose.
Do let me 90; shall drop down if you do
not. "
So Mrs Borrowe, serene and smiling,
piloted me to the door We left Suth-
erland dancing madly; and with head
almost bursting with pain, | reached my
own room.
There, on the table, was note writ
ten in pencil, to this effect:
Dear Laurie: Jennie Millwood is
quite i'll, and wants me to come over and
spend the night with her L don't care
for the hop. Yours, afectionately,
"RosE."
| had suffered enough during those
few hours to give me the right to faint
away, which | did Immediately, and on
coming to sent for Mrs Borrowe, who
shared in my relief, as she had in my
anxiety.
"Now, be quiet, dear Mrs. Clifton,
and tomorrow We will get at the bottom
of this mystery. This note Rose evi-
IDENTIFY left where you could see it, and it
was taken away by the same hand which
was employed to bring you the anony-
nous communication. Tomorrow Won
will write an answer to that, and leave it
on your table when you go to dinner: de-
| pend upon it, there is plot to be unrav-
| eIled."
| | waited impaticntly for the morning
to dawn; and as soon as the house was
opened, [ put on my bonnet and went
over to the other hotel, where 7 soon found
Jeannie Millwood's sick-room. There, on
sofa, lay sister Rose, quietly sleeping.
The Invalid was awake, and told me that
as Rose had read to her nearly all night,
she had asked her to lie down and get a
little sleep.
I went across the room, and kissed the
cheek flushed with unaccustomed vigils.
[ determined, as | looked on the innocent
face, and thought of all her sweet and
lovely qualities, that my Rose should
henceforth open in some purer and better
atmosphere than that Of watering-place.
! x X
I followed Mrs. Borrrowes advice, and
wrote few words, and leaving the note
on my table, went to dinner as usual. The
scene which followed may best be describ-
ed in theatrical parlance.
The company being well seated at din
ner, woman stealthily creeps across the
deserted passage-way, and enters my par
lor, looks cautiously around, and Is on
| the point of seizino the note. when the