Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1870-06-22

"what so ralse as truth is,
| False to thee!
Where the serpent's tooth is,
Shun the tree.
Where the apple reddens
Lest we lose our Edens,
Eve and Ir
Doubtless Rose Fanshawe's father ex
pected such a submission from her.
".
The next morning breakfast passed almost
in silence, the father stern and taciturn, the
daughter pale, and rather wistful, each wait
ing for the other to approach the subject o.
their difference. When they left the table
there was a moment of embarrassment, toi
that was the time when Rose embraced hel
father, and wished him a happy day.
Judge Fanshawe fastened the loop of hls
cloak, and drew on his gloves, waiting toI
unconditional surrender and the usual vale
dictory. They did not come. Rose was one
of those purely sincere persons, with whom
| a caress or a tender word is a sign of To-,
and peace. She had never learned, dIsdaine
to learn, the trick of hollow sweetness anC
she had never been taught the duty of hu
mility and submission.
She, too, waited, but finally asked, L" Papa
have you thought over what we were speak
ing of last night?''
He put his hat on TO go; the slight re-
lenting of his face chilled at once - | could
have but one thought on the subject" " be
replied severely. q hoped and expected
that by this time you would regret your alb
surd and disrespectful conduct"
Aren't you willing l should write him a
note, telling him that L am sorry for him,
and you read it before it goes ?''
Judge Fanshaws turned, with his hand on
- a -
an insult to me. If you mention this subject
For the last time | repeat, l forbid your
taking any notice whatever of Mr.. Francis
Grey"
And you mean all you said about it last
night, papa ?'
Every word When an answer to that
letter goes out of this house, you may 60
with it,
He said no more, but went out without a
backward glance, and Rose, sighing heavily,
returned to the library. Reaching the center
of the room, she forgot to 90 any farther, and
stood there, locked in thought. Presently
her thoughts broke out in a soliloquy ." Nj
father has an uncommonly fine mind but
he can make mistakes, and he has made one
with me. lie forgets that | have a mind Of
my own, and Il right to my own opinions,
Since have been made, | must grow. And
yet, l am sort of heliotrope, and if he
would only shine on me- | should be pretty
sure to grow his way. But now | feel very
implacable. 1 suppose | take it from him -
When Judge Fanshawe came home that
night he saw no smiling face in the window
and 10 cheerful greeting met him at the
threshold. Il did not know that Rose
could be sulky," he thought, and opened the
door for himself.
a note addressed to him lay on the hall
table. lie tore it open, and read
MY DEAR FATHER Since you are master
in your own house. my note and are going
out together. | am sorry to disobey YOU,
but it isn't in my heart to let any one in
trouble cry out to me and never give in re-
ply a word of pity. | am going to Mrs.
Bonds. and l shall be very careful, and no
one will knoY- from me why | am there.
!. lM.55sn4kesl va eas-sa Zs9 can Il-It Ter me
" Your caectionate daughter,
q" RosE.''
Whatever the father may have suffered in
reading that, no one knew it.
" Hasn't Miss Rose come in yet, sir -
the servant asked when be went down alone
to dinner.
." She will not be in to dinner, was the
concise reply.
Am to sit up for Miss Rose, sir - he
was asked, as he went upstairs that night.
"She will not come back to night be
replied.
Days passed without her being summoned
home weeks and months passed, and still
there was no sign of invitation on the one
side. or of penitence on the other.
- Ii is not so much the fact Of her writing
the note the Judge said to himself. 4" 1t
is the disobedience, the defiance, and in
gratitude. A principle is involved, and she
mt o: humble herself"
." don't mind so much that he sent me
out for nothing" thought Rose. " But since
he has sent me, of course | shall wait till he
calls me back again"
And so the two, gently calm in appear
ance, but as immovable as rocks, held 10 thell
will in silence, satisfying no persons curl
osity, and refusing to listen TO their OWE
hearts or consciences.
Winter passed away, and Spring came
There had been a succession Of wild storms
March coming in like lion but at length
the lamb appeared. A last fling of rain
sharp as a lash, out of the darkened east and
into the reddening west last growl thai
ended in an exhausted sOugh, and all at once
there was Spring, a melting loveliness oyel
earth and sky, rosy and rain-washed an'
still. In such stiffness the last vestige o
the storm disappeared, and the heavens bal
anced the waning glory of the sun and tn
J, waxing glory of the moon. Then the starr,
beam tilted, and it was night
Miss Hester Campbell, paler and fraile
than ever, sat in her bow-window, with he
cousin beside her. He had been away al
winter in the Mediterranean. and they wer
just subsiding into quiet after the excitemen
of their first meeting since his return.
" When Spring comes, l always want &
live" she said, sighingly, as she looked out
a pale little hope, about as large as
snowdrop, and as fragile, springs up in m.
| heart"
my poor Hester - exclaimed the soldier
taking her shadowy little hand in his stroni
one.
ss But 1 don't mean to complain. - sh
added hastily. " Indeed, have but on
real trouble, and that is that desolate house,
glancing across the way.
"Hasn't { he taken the young couple home
asked Lieutenant Campbell, in a constraine
voice.
1.-The young couple, Donald Nonsense
his cousin exclaimed. a. That's what come
of your getting none of my letters. Ther
was no thought of their being married. Ih
trouble must have been about something els
nobody knows what. Didn't you hear tha
Blentdayir came to the rescue and sent Gre
off to the East in one of his ships? 1t wa
an escape, though. He had to run away
the night. Mrs. Bond says that he came
her house once after Rose went there, bu
she wouldn't see him.
AT Miss Hester's first word her cousi
dropped her hand but not before she ha
felt strong pulse fly to each of his fngel
tips.
.s Have you seen her % he asked.
90 Rose No. Well, Ann, what is it p
to the servant.
"A lady to see you, Miss Campbell, " wa
the answer.
The visitor came forward swiftly, an
stood in the moonlight-Rose Fanshawe