Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1871-04-12
Vol. 66.-3365. No. 25.

Well, il all went on very pleasantly, unit
ono day overheard Mrs. Darble say to on,
Of the girls that things were coming out JUS
as she had wished-Fred and Rose were ev
IDENTIFY going to make a match Of IL, and sh,
was quite ready to give them her blessing.
used to think it rather funny" said
Nlahas voice. those closotings in the libra.
ry, but ] suppose now il was quite natural
though It is hard to give up ones brother. q
took fire immediately and as tho doctor
had gone back to his patients for day or
two, resolved to be of before his return.
In vain was beseiged on all sides to stay
IN vain were the attractions Of Indian sum
mor and Thanksgiving in the country cxpa.
tiated on for my benefit | was obstinately
convinced that Aunt Desire was pining for
my company, and resolutely tore myself away
when the trees were at their prettiest, and
the whole landscape like gorgeous bed Of
flowers.
! nearly dislocatcd my neck hanging out
OF the car window not to lose beauty as we
shot by and | enyied the people in the
trains that passed US, Tor they were going TO-,
and not from, all these delights
Aunt Desire was good and kind but she
wasn't picturesque and she failed to com.
tort ms with the mullins and wallles that we're
got up for my especial delectation.
" You have certainly left your appetite be-.
hind" said she in disappointed tone and
sincerely hoped that this was all | had left
behind.
Your trunk is all unpackcd" said the
dear soul the next morning, and the things
IN their places so you havn't got that to DO
But what lot Of rubbish you alyays carry
round, Rose rags and stones, and great
wad Of paper, blurred and blotted like a pile
of old compositions. That went into the fire
~
| sprang forward and caught her arm
You don't mean it, Aunt Dcsiro?"
Don't mean iehqt, chil2 What is the
matter with your
Oh, auntie that was my story, aud it
was all ready to be printed-and ! can never
think it all out again !"
Aunt Desire sat gazing at me in blank
amazement.
Rose Gardner, DO you mean to tell me
that you have been writing a story all out of
your own head and that have burned il
up p
1T is no matter" said |, endeavoring to
smile perhaps no one would have taken
it,"
1t was precious to me, however, though it
had been reiected-a fact which did not
communicate to Aunt Desire
Well, that is too bad :" she said regret.
fully. "Can't you 60 to work and write it
over ?"
l shook my head sadly, and the poor, poor
woman refused to be comiorted. Not
doubt did she entertain that the story would
have been a splendid success, and | had hard
work to prevent her from publishing her mis-
doings to all our friends and acquaintances.
In few weeks Dr. Fred made his appear
ance and asked for the story.
have been to see the editor of the Sen
sation Weekly" said he and he is prepared
to look favorably upon your production.
There is no danger of your receiving that
abominable packet again"
| laughed outright
Not the slightest, think-Aunt Desire
has burned it,"
lie looked astonishod, as well he might
and then, accepting the situation, laughed as
heartily as | did.
"Well, said he at last after some aimless
wandering about the room, If | can't have
the story, give me a flower"
lglanced toward the vase ofchrysanthemum
which Aunt Desire had placed on the centre
table.
mot that, continued the bold beggar; "I
want Rose"
As it seemed my vocation to marry my
critic, never finished my story -Lippin-
coHs Magazine.