The Potter journal. [volume] (Coudersport, Pa.) 1857-1872, 1857-07-16

-NolAAnS ,dulentlOnally, Out everything
anintentionally. She has been hand
some-admired. Nothing could be SC
great a crime, for such crimes women
have been poisoned for such a crime this
letter has been written"
We drove several miles in silence
Mrs. Borrowe at length broke it:
81 wish you would do what | suggest
about this letter"
"Well %'-S
"Write an answer and leave it on your
table, saying you wish to know more"
"But you assure me that is what the
writer wants 2"
eyes; but I propose to foil the perpe-
traitor with her own tools. I think I gee
well known-hand in this"
After some conversation on this point
I consented to follow Mrs. Borrowe's de-
vice.
When we reached home it was quite
dusk, and | W ent to find Rose. She had
been driving with Mrs. Gibson, whom I
met in the hall, and who said she had
been home an hour.
Rose was not in my own room or hers
and Matilde, my maid, said she had come
in very hurridly, taken a shawl and gone
out again.
waited an hour very uneasily. Then
I went out to see Mrs. Gibson again. She
knew nothing of her; said she walked off
talking with Sutherland and some young
ladies after the drive.
At this moment one of the young la
dies came in, and said she had returned
with Rose and Sutherland just before
drove up, and thought Rose must be in
her own room, dressing for the hop.
I went again; there was the dress she
was to wear, but no Rose l was getting
more and more alarmed.
I went to Mrs. Borrowe. She was
frightened too. She asked me if had
perfect confidence in Rose, that she could
not be deceiving me.
Perfect, perfect" )"
"Then, this is plot to annoy you, like
all the rest"
"Now, be calm, you must dress and 60
to the hop tonight; tell everybody that
Rose did not come because she had a
headache; be perfectly cool about it ;
and I will look for Rose She is safe,
depend upon it; but, if you wish to save
her and yourself a terrible scandal, do not
show that you are anxious about her.
There sas something so perfectly con-
Vincing in Mrs. Borrowe's manner that I
submitted
Matilde exclaimed at my pale cheeks
and haggard expression.
"If Madam would but color leetle.
She has the distinction, the air, the ev-
erything, but she has not the complex
ion. Would Madame be brilliant for the
ball, and permit me to color with dis
cretion ?"
''Do what you like Matilde." I"
So Matilda produced, from her own
Magazines, bottles and boxes, and pro-
cecded to make me up: drawing sensa-
tion Of the skin convinced me that col
or "charming, natural, " like that which
bloomed pcrpetually on the cheek of Ma
tide, was blushing on my own. My eye
brows, my hair, were also touched with
various brushes and other instruments.
After receiving the treatment which is
generally bestowed on the "portralt of a
lady" instead of the lady herself, [ was
pronounced finished, and looked at my
self
l hardly knew the enamelled visage
which presented itself. This then was
one sort of "mask, " which l had not re-
membered. 1t was easier than | thought,
to hide the anxiety which gnawed at my
heart. | could better appear unconcer-
ned behind this face.
"Come, " said Mrs. Borrows, knock
ing at my door; "here is Warden Wood
waiting to escort you. Bless me! how
well you look. | am on the track, f."
she whispered; "be composed There
is nothing wrong"
Mr.. Warden Wood was too well bred to
notice my distractions, if indeed | show
ed any; and cannot remember much OF
this evening, except that he and others
complimented me much on my appear