The Union and journal. [volume] (Biddeford, Me.) 1858-1882, 1870-09-23
BIDDEFoRD, ME-, FRIDAY

but we were up and at It again tho mex
day rs vigorously rs over. ,.r- fl
The girls declared that It was splendid
and they had no idea that / could be st
nice. .. -l
Neither had L. said tho doctor quietly
rs he held gate open for mo to pas
through. Z. ~ .
This sounded like doubtful praise, and
wondered II he considered niceness In
compatible with an ambition TO write fol
the Sensation Weekly.
Well. II all went on very pleasantly,
until ono day overheard Mrs. Darble say
to one of the girls that things were com:
ing out Just rs sho has wished-Fred and
Rose were evidently going to make a
match of 1t, and she was quito ready to
give them her blessing.
i used TO think It rather funny said
Maria's voice, those closetings In the II.
brary, but I suppose now 1t was quite nat
ural; though It IS hard to up ones broth
er.' lrr 10 a. .rHL
took fire mt once, and rs the doctor
had gone back tn his patients for day
or two I resolved to be Off before his re-
turn. In vain was beseiged on all sides
TO stay--in vain were the attractions OF
Indian summer and Thanksgiving In the
country cxpatiated for my benefit. ! was
obstinatcly convinced that Aunt Desire
was pining for my company. and rcso-
lutely tore myself away when The trees
were Mt their prcttiost, and the whole
landscape like gorgeous bed Of flow
ers.
Inearly dislocatcd my neck hanging
out the car window not to lose beauty
rs we shot by; and I envicd the people
in tho trains that passed us, for they were
going TO, and not from, all these delights.
Aunt Desire was good and kind, but
she was M picturesque; and she failed
to comfort mo with tho mullins and
waflles that were got up for my especial
delectation. .I|E
You have certainly LEFT your appetite
behind said she In disappointed tone; (;
and sincerely hoped that this was not
all I had lefl behind. y-
Your trunk Is all unpacked,' said the
dear soul the next morning, and the
things in their places; so You have mtg OF
that to do. But what lot of rubbish
you always carry round. Rose!-rags and
stones. and a great wad Of paper, blurred
and blotted like n pilo of old compost.
tions. That went into the fire.
sprang forward and caught her arm:
you do mt mean It. Aunt Desire?'
DO mt mean what, child? What IS
the matter with you?'
For / burst into tears.
oh. Auntie! that was my story, and 1t
was all ready to be printed-and l can
never think II all out again! a.
Aunt Desire sat down and stared ut me
In blank aniaZement:
Rose Gardiner. do you mean to tell
me that you havo been writing q story
all out Of your own head. and that have
burnt 1t upp' - =, 80. "a. ..ii .sas.H
1T is no matter. ssaid !, endeavoring TO
smile; perhaps no one would have taken
it,
1t was precious to me, however, though
Il had been rejected-a fact which / did
not communicate to Aunt Desire.
We'll, that is too had! she said regret.
fully. Can't you go to work and write
Il over?'
I shook my head sadly, and the poor
woman refused to he comforted. Not q
doubt did she entertain that the story
would have been perfect success, and /
had hard work To prevent her from pub
fishing her misdoings to all our friends
and acquaintances.
In few weeks Doctor Fred mado his
appearance and asked for the story.
Il have seen the editor of the Sensation
Weekly said he, 'and ho is prepared To
look favorably upon your production.
There Is no danger of your receiving
that abominable packet again
laughed outright.
Not tho slightest, I think-Aunt De-
sire burned It! ......,
Ilelookcd astonishcd. rs well he might;
and then accepting the situation, laughed
as heartily as did.
We'll, said hc Mt last, after some aim.
less wandering around tho room, If i
can't have tho story wanta flower
glanced towards tho vase of chrysan-
thcmums which Aunt Desire had placed
on the centre-table. ..
Not that continued the bold beggar:
Il want Rose , .-.. .r..H. .s.... ...
As II seemed my vocation to marry my
critic never finished my story.-LiPpin-
colts Magazine.