The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1859-07-14
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Is it poSsibIcl Rose Leavtt !" cx-
Gained ], as | saw a lady, whom
recognized as one of the beautiful
heresses of Boston, enrcr my Office
i dare say, you are surprised, but
my business is Of strictly legal char.
acter; so you need not waste any ex>
CARNATIONS upon the event."
Rose Leavtt was a beauty and an
hejress, but she was strange girl,
for all that.
Her father had died when she was
about sixteen, leaving something like
mlIliou to be divided between her
and two brothers. Charles and Hem
ry Lcavit were much older than she.
and both OF them had long been set
tied down as quiet, orderly business
men. They were respectable, in the
fullest sense Of the world, and were
never known to be crratic in the sIigh
test PARTICULAR
Rose seemed to be cast in another
entirely different mould from that in
which they had been formed. At
school, she had been so wild that
neither master nor mistress could con
troll her. she would have her own
way--a pccuIiari'y TO which | am sor
ry to say very many young ladies are
addicted
For the proprclics Of IiIe-I mean
for those set lormaIiics of life. which
pass as such in the world of fashion
she had sovereign contempt. She ha-
ted dandies, hated bellies, hated pianos
music books, French and German
Methods in effect. she seemed >tri-
kingly disposed to live out her cxis,
tcnce after the dictates Of her own
fancy, or her caprices, as the reader
may choose TO regard it. She passed
into her twenty-frst year without hav-
ing done anything to call the atlcn-
ton of the world at large to her
Her whms had only been manifested
in the school room, or at the home of
her eldest brother, with whom she re =
sided.
She was now twenty-five. and was
in a fair way to become historical, as
| shall inform the reader OF course
Rose had IA prolusion of lovers-hcir,
esscs always find them as plenty as
snow. flakes at Christmas. Bat Rose
very summarily disposed Of this crowd
by selecting from them one who was
certainly very superior fellow. lie
was not rich, and bad not been very
forward in his attentions, until it was
plain to him and all the world that
she had taken a fancy to him. Charles
Carpenter was poor, but he sincere
" loved the wayward girl, and would
not have bent at her feet, if he had
not loved her.
Then Rose, after she had secured
him in her folds, as the spider does the
fly, seemed II little disposed to play
the coquette. Now Charles Carpen.
ter had not assurance enough to deal
with a coquettish hciress. He was
not a man of the world.
He was conscious of the vast differ
ence in their social position, and when
she began to ilirt with another, he did
not resent it, but seemed to regard it
as change of sentiment on her part,
to which he could offer no reasonable
objection. Calmly yielding to the fate
which denied him the bliss Of being
loved, he let conceaIment, like a
worm in the bud, food on his damask
cheek"
Rose firted. A new star had risen
in the firmament Of that circle, in
which she moved in the person of Mr.
Sampson Deele. He had lately come
fom Baltimore, was the son Of mer'
chant prince, and owned a fine estate
on the Rappahannock, in Virginia,
with two hundred negroes.
Rose airted with him, and Mr..
Sampson Deele was as constant as a
needle to the pole. Soon the flirta-
ton assumed a more serious aspect.
The elegant gentleman was ever by
her side, and she never failed to smile
upon him. Poor Carpenter give up