The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1864-01-01
JAN. 1, 1864.

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tenderness proclaimed their sway. With some
thing that was akin to an imprecation, he took
her to his breast. 49,,
"Child [! child |" he exclaimed, "thsy did
not dare to insult you With neglect-with cold
She had never seen her father moved before
her gay, brilliant papa, always ready with
kind word or q jest-and she trembled against
his bosom without word. -
By-and.by she said, as ifin explanation, ut
was not 50 strange, perhaps, papa, when you
ped the cloak from her shoulders, disclosing
that sumptuons Princess Royal raitnent:
His heart sank within him as he regarded her.
What might he not have saved her by an earlier
confidence!
Bun" he said, suddenly. "whO was there
that you know well'"
20, everybody. almost Henri seyns'
Henri seyne Was thsro'' 3 '.g -7
eyes"
"what did he say to you, Bun'"
He ground his teeth. aud commenced walking
up and down the room. "The fools!" no NUT
tered, ''not to perceive at once that 1t was
child's ignorance. And Wariug,' no went on,
'you didn't know Wnring before. eh !"
She told him of his introduction, and all that
followed.
As in n glass ho saw every shade Of this
chivalrous conduct.
"God bless him - he murmured, heartily;
"Waring Is mani" -,
"And you think you will not mind 1t, Bun'"
turning again to her.
'Qh; papa; you will be with me- and l shall
like it,"
Hy,.o o,u..Lo,. ,,d ovorvtb;po cha nped
You mustn't think, papa, because look 80 fne
Tonight, that am thoroughly engrossed In
the vanites of my dress. Aunt Anne ordered
this for me, and | have thought very little
about it, indeed, papa, until o.night."
"And that was sorry thought, wasn't IT,,
Bung'
so, don't fret about It, I sha'nt! I shall be
quite happy, IL can see you cheerful, papa,
II makes me ache 80 to think Ut you,' she said,
with real ache In her voice:
lie bent down and kissed her. "Child," he
said, with much emotion, the world has no
mower to make me suffer but through you. IL
/ can carry you where its shafts cannot reach
you-if can make you happy, shall be hap
py. God bless you, dear!'
The conference was ended, and they two,
alone In the world together, yet oil the world
to each other. separated with new bond OF
sympathy that night.
Allow, wide room, simply furnished-its view
from two slender windows. the southwestern
side of the country. To the left range. OF
meadow land, showing greenly underneath IA q
light glare Of January ice on the right iilt
of hills, and fronting all the level sweep ot the
sea. Tho wind howled savagely down the dis
iant hills. md roughened the waves. The sun
shone rarely through the murky, scudding
clouds but within this low, wide room, great
fire roared and sung up the great chimney. anu
in the centre of the Hoor o table spread for two
sparkled checrily its plain dinner service IN the
light ofthe fire.
This was the homo Of Rosamond Baylie; and
here, In this room, she awaits her fathers COM
ing from town. A small, plain house Tor 2
palace Of luxury. single servant IN place OF
paniou for hundreds. This was the change that
n week had brought to Rosamond Baylie. II
would seem hazardous experiment to trans
plant such IN exotic to the loneliness OF coun-
try life In midwinter but John Baylie reason-
ed we'll. His daughter, II iffashionably educated,
had the pure tastes Ut o gentlewoman. The
simplicity of this stern country life would strike
less painfully than the cheap comforts OF q
fourth.rste city residence; For compani0nsniP
he would see II he could supply the place of
these hundred associates, and save her from Ut
ter Loneliness
So on this FIRST day of January she awaited
him, Il was the day he had dreaded for her.
He comes in at length with hissDld, gay, bril-.
liant manner. A smile on his face, and pleas
ant word on his lips, but stone at his heart.
Throughout the dinner you would never have
guessed but that he was the most contented OF
men.
At no great entertainment had he shone so
agreeable as now over these simple courses
dan, AZ splendid festivities Ind
he ever exerted oil his matchless powers or
pleasing as for this young girl sitting opposite
TO him. Books and people he discussed with
her with hatterng Difference he had never
shown before and interesting bits VI gossip,
stray "reminiscences OF his younger days, were
thrown in rs illustrations, while night settled
down around them. Then more logs were heap
ed on, candles were brought In and IN the
brightness they played gay games OF cards and
cribbage, with suatches OF old songs, recta.,ohis o.
and raro poems, etc., until the ancient CLOCK IN
the hall pro ,laimed the old year out and the
new year In. Rising to bid her good night, he
risked the question which had baen brooding
in his mind, putting 1t in o gay aud careless
manner: =,
swell, has little Bun had sorry New Year.
out here in the wilds!" an
Her face grew radiant as she exclaimed, ~,
papa, never had such happy New Year IN
my life !" 80, - H., ~. nav Gallant.
you have left behind, with no one out an ola
rusty fellow like Inc, chr
"Pine % She gave little smile Of inefabls
amusement, spiced with scorn. "Why, papa.
YOU are worth hundred Of them; and shall
never marry until find just such an old rusty
fellow % Aud laughing lightly In bright
tinkle of merriment, she went up the narrow
stairway to her tiny room. singing rs she went
that very Era stella del mating.
And this was Buns Happy New icar he hau
So winter passed, and spring found them
keeping excellent compauy-they two togeth-
Whatever of care or discomfort, and hard,
hitter struggles, John Bsylie encountered hght
inc his way up again. he dropped them out OF
sisht when he entered his homo, and was only
In the presence of his daughter the most agree
able companion she had ever met.
Whatever of inconyeuience or aepriVauon
Rosamond Baylie endured, her fathers pres
ence every night compensated. IT,,
But one day knowledge came to her which
broke up the serene repose 0f her lie. Inc
servant they kept was an old nurse-hosa' :
mond's foster-mothci.
As Mr.. Baylie went out that morning she
looked ai,er him, muttering, "He's growing
thin under 1t ~ ,.
whats Is that you say, Kathic' Who's
growing thin under III" ..v
Kathie, thus surprised. answered, your
father. Miss Rosamond He's 80 afraid you III
want for any thing, he sits up o. nights work.
ing, writing till almost morning."
x fiush passed over Rosamond's face. In her
Ignorance she had not seen that even 30 small
nn Establishment required considerable excrtion
TO keep II up. Aud here she had been idle
while he was wearing himself out. What could