Evansville daily journal. (Evansville, Ind.) 1863-1866, 1865-06-24

con DIM steeds roof, bat we met there
often I. vent thithef to see REESE. I
made 10 disguise of the fact he, Ben
iamin. BittsEEerth, sat aloof, taking 10
her father, as general thing, and then
only, as it seemed, to prove his power.
In whatever he did In this way, he waa
aided and abetted by old Deacoa
Olmstsad. I could see that plainly.
Bat / also sswfhat Rose began to like
me very much. In thatI trusted, for,
though stern parent Deacon Olmstead
seemed to love bis daughter.
Summer faded, and the roses 10 my
darling's garden died with it. At last /
spoke to her, saying something like this:
81 love you, Rose think / love you
more than man ever loved woman. Can
y0u lcve me well enough to be my wifeT
And tbs golden curls sunk low upon
ny shoulder, and gathered my darling
up against my heart We were in the
garden then, beside q great elm, older
than the old house itself, and sheltered
By w. we stood togeshetSI supporting
her; she leaning on my breast; and we
saw nothing save each others faces, and
heard nothing saVe each others
voices; aud I took the little hand in
mine, and slipped tiny ring upon the
taper fngeF-one that had been my
mothers belhrothal ring, and which, up
on Der death bed, she had given me,
bidding me give it to the girl loved
upon the day that she promised to mar
~ me
Aud so the sun went down, and the
elm trees shadow lay long and dark
across the path; and, mingled with II,
fell another shadoW-.that of Rose Ohm
atead's father. He came upon as sud
dsnly1 and found us standing together.
Rose you'd have sbrunk from nae, bat !
would not let her 60. -
She has promised to be my wife,
sir" / said. Give as your blessing.
II isAll we need to make as happy. You
will give Der TO me, will you MOTT !
love her very dearly"
The deaeohas face was like q stone. I
could not read its import; bat be drew
bis daughter toward him and stood be-
tween ns-
You have done very wrong, Mr..
Doye," he said, "vsry wrong. She ia
goungi and has bat little judgment. /
will speak 10 her alone. / should have
spoken to her before. bat thought one
Of ycnr profession could be trusted.
Good evening. Come, Rose"
And be passed into the house, taking
her with him; and, as i left the garden,
| saw BENJAMIN Bitterworth, with his
stately steps and folded hands, making
bis way along the road.
The next day boy came to my study
with note IL was from Deacon DIN.
stead, and anmmonsd me to his DWELL
ing. l weut d once, and in the parIor
found Rose, pele - lily, sitting beside
her fMther. She locked OF m as 7 came
10, for one moment, and then turned her
face aside, aad hid il. with her hands.
Herfathes spoke TO her. - - fA
" Were you older, Mr.. Dove, might
be harshers but regard you both as very
innocent and inexperienced Had /
known, this baby-pEay Of courtship was
going on, il should have been stopped
before. II Is not too late now. Rose
sees her folly. She has resolved to
obey me. Some trifle Of yours--a ring,
] believe--she will return 10 you, and
then you win part Rose"
She left her seat as be turned toward
her, and, crossing the room, calmly and
sadly laid the little betrothal on my
hand.
"Good-by," she said; III must obey
papa. is I'LL over between US. Good
by. William"
But | could not be calm. ] caught
her hand, and turned toward the stern
old man with bis iron face. fFf2.Fft
t"Do you remember your own YOUTH"
| cried. "Do you know what you are
doingT' s