The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1858-06-24

conscience, keeping place with his fortunes,
urged him 10 repay to the orphan what he had
owed to the father" Then going into details,
he proved, quite to Rosa's satisfaction, that
Mr.. Kinsley, the debtor, had really owed her
father SIX thousand pounds, which, az his heir
as.lsw, she was entitled to rsceive; and which
she might receive without hesitation, seeing
that Mr.. Kinslsy had speculated himself into
plum of the true magnum bonum species
The letter concluded by hoping that Miss
Arden was quite we'll, and that che had not
entirely forgotten the writer; postscript en-
noncipg that writer's intention of calling ON
her early next week-he having business which
rendered visit to Lone-house Dale indis
peusable." +s4 3le 's os
So Rosa touched the summit of her secret
hopes at last Dear Rosa how beautiful all
the barren life of Lone, house Dale looked to
her in the hours lying between that pleasant
reading and the early days of next week. She
never knew what Joy or beauty meant before ;
and now she drank of their very essence.
Captain Morris would have been Is surprised
as battered, bad he, read her heart, had he
counted up its hopes or numbered its fears.
At the best, he had only coveted her liking !;
he had never dreamed of her love. 81
He, toe, when he cane, was struck With the
change n,4he beautiful statue Of two yeaps
since. He thought her paler and more deli.
cate even than before; not quite 20 lovely, be-
cause thinner, and with certain csrewsrn
look that ages more than mere wrinkles or gray
hairs but he coon found out how wonderfully
improved she was in character, and how much
power, and breadth, and warmth, she had &C.
quired. If he admired, liked, and fancied he
loved her, before, what was it now, when there
was living heartsto answer back his own -
when 1T was not amply admiration of outside
beauty, but love of that truer beauty which the
sonl feels, though the eye cannot measure 2
Captain Morris did not know till now how much
power OF affection he possessed but he found
it out, and gagged it at the Lone-house Dale
parsonage. Still, days passed, and he remain
ed IN state OF chronic discomfort at the Bag
OF Nails, coming daily to the parsonage, and
vast IN his schemes for the redemption of strip
OF land which lay near the Long Point rocks,
which redemption was the ostensible "busi
ness OBTAINING him at Lone house Dale. But
Rosa's heart told her different story from this
agrarian fiction and Rosa's heart proved the
truest tale bearer. For one day Captain Morris,
satisfied with his observations, and weary of the
silence ne had imposed on himself, took bis
place on the shiny black sofa behind the dingy
curtains, when everybody but Rosa was out OF
| the house and in the very spot where, two
years before, he thought be had received q
repulse, and where Rosa had repented so bitter
ly of her heartlessness, he asked her manfully
and straitly enough to become his wife. And
Rosa, with faint blush, and sweet soft smile,
and graceful bend of her head, very frankly
aud unaffectedly said "yes;" but made no
scene, and went through no super fuous emo
tion. For changed though she was, she was
still Rosa, and true to the best side of her in.
dividuality.
80 Miss Arden married Captain Morris, and
Lone house Dale was great on the occasion.
The tiufy.voieed, beery young squire, stouter,
more apoplectic, and more bull-hke than ever.
got himself into state of excitement thereat.
and resumed his intercourse with the parsonage
He would willingly have renewed his engage
ment with Marian, but poor gaunt Marian re.
fused him steadily-more from hun ility than
from wounded pride saying sadly, shaking
her head with jerk" No no Who can
love me after her? 2" To which resolution she
adhered with true Marianne frmness, much to
the young squire's disgust, and the dislnny OF
the parental pair. But she lived with Rosa
after they beth died, and was the butt and the
darling of tribe OF little Rosas, whom she
idolized and spoilt as only spinstsr houssmatss
caR Aad when she. died, Gods blessing al
human love shed light and a glory on her
| grave. e. L