The Planters' banner. [volume] (Franklin, Attakapas Co., Lou.) 1849-1872, 1871-02-15
tqnlu Reaoins ano Mems 1tems.
PHILLIPS RUSE.

An odor subtle aud sweet hoated up from
the garden where the pinks and roses Opened
their fragrant leaves to the evening air.
And Phillip Huntington, smoking hi.
evening cigar upon the balcony, saw Ros.
De Peyster walking among the fowerbeds
the, sweetest flower of all. -,
She was plainly dressed, for she was M
favprite of fortune, this little country girl
but she wore her pink muslin with a roya
grace that duchess might have enyied.
4 light, swift step Or on the walk. and he,
city cousin, Mande De Peyster, came Close
haaida har. hax hAaaA- Call & e-H--------.-.vr;
little kinks and twists. and her dress, Of
some white. gauzy, material, hoated like a
clopd around her as she walked.
9What a demure little Puritan it is" she
said, gently caressing Roses shining bands
of bronze e-brown hair. II can fancy that
.soinebody's' eyes would admire more than
ever if should enact the role of fairy god
mother. and change this plain attire to siIken
robes. should like to see a tiara of pearls
ampng these bonny brown traids. They
wopld become you marvelously well, sweet
Robe"
But Rose. who had no aspirations for. y
fashionable life-ths life wherein her CAV
coisin won her, triumpbs a. belle-cnly
turned her brown eyes. frank and fearless
a. p child's upon Maude's face, and shook
hef head with a demure smile.
mo paris for me. she said gayly. ..The
only inheritance my father left me was a
troublesome lawsuit, which has impoyer-
.ished the De Peysters to prosecute; and
which would be little short of miracle
should il terminate fayorably. shall ex-
pcet nothing. therefore no disappointment
awaits me-"
s.What contented little GOOSE ex-
cl4imsd Mapde. "Do you know. IL I were
ID your place should worry over that af-
fair day and night. A quarter Of million
is no small stake" ss
And putting her arm casressingIy around
tho Little GOOSE who was tho one object
on earth for'whom the gay, worldly belle
felt one particle love or faith. they strolled
down the park till clump of shrubbery hid
them from view.
III will follow them.' said Phillip to him
self, as he threw away The stump Of bis
cigar, and swallowed his hat from the table.
1.-Two of the lovliest girls in Christendom," /"
he murmured, rs he descended the stairs.
Aud as he pronounced the last words he be-
csme conscious of the mortifying fact that
hd had been overheard. 4...a
For, straight before him, not two feet dis.
tapt, her black eyes shining bead-like in the
dasky twilight, stood Kesiah Gray. the
household factotum of the DePeysters.
rejoicing IN their prosperity; chief priestess
al all'ths births and deaths Of the family for
tlle past Fifty years, the rising and falling
81 Ae ~. Gn-
I'd which she clung with a faith as loyal as
wts ever accordedfo sovereignty itself.
: she put out her hand and stopped Phillip
midway the fight of osken stairs.
l"You say right. young man." she whis-
pered. s'ls0th are lovely; one by the divine
right Of nature, the other BY the exercise of
that taste which is gift from divinity; but
which 10 the best worth brave hearts win
ming Either would ecorn dishonorable
act. for are they not De Peysters! But
who has always pleasant word for the SER
wants, and h 90 gentle that the very dogs
would give their lives to her service! All, it
Is only the old woman who can tell you that,
young man! Any one can see the beauty
of lovely face, but only tho needy and
fliendless know the beduty of generous
AID tender heart
Il do believe the old creature h half de.
menisd." :" said the young man to himself as
he ran down the sters. "What the deuce
can she mean ! That Masde is the sdA oi
truth and innocence. no one can doubt; and
Iicould swear that Rose never felt an i'm
pulse that was not tender and. womanly." {,
"Ah how blessed would ny lot b with either,
Were the other dear eharmer away
'SWhere can they have gone. I wonder T.
Where, indeed. In vain did he explore
tA6 winding path. which seemed more intri.
oals than the labyrinth which led to the
bower Of fair Rosamond. They were not Il
b fouad. 50 Philip retraced his steps. sing
ing in 4 fine tenor voice. AZ he went,
s1n the dark, "a The dew, ~
isa- An ny soul soes out to you.'
Bat no voice entered the l0ve-lorn plant.
DIVA where tie waters Of the foamins