Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1871-08-18
NO. 1876.
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wood. But an indefnable something
weighed down his spirits, and kind Of
restless dissatisfaction that he could neith-
er Danish nor comprehend. NG
The moment his mother met him the
following morning, she knew how matters
stood. She could read her sons heart
| like book. .ssss.,s.a-.ssv.
"'Tis just as I feared she sighed. my
poor boy will be disappointed"
But she uttered never word.
A week later Philip Lisle was called to
the city on business, and embraced that
opportunity to purchase the diamond ring.
he selected very magnificent one, at an
extrayagant cost. Then, instead of re-
turning to Beechwood, he took the train
to Talbot, and walked across to the Ded.
ham cottage. 1t was just about noon
when he reached there; and the autumn
day was lovely, with mellow sunlight, and
a hazy splendor on the circling hills. He
would have a long walk with Rose. he
thought, his heart swelling with delight
as he neared the cottage. Dear little
Rose, he loved her more and more every
moment he lived, no matter if she was
rather vain and childish.
He found the front door open, and
little house-maid scrubbing the steps. She
ushered him in, and he entered the small
drawing-room, and sat down. As he did
so, the sound of voices, in loud and angry
discussion, reached his ears. Just across
from the drawingroom was little bou-
doir, or sewing room, which Mrs. Denham
and Rose were in the habit of making
their morning sitting-room, and it was
from this that the sounds proceeded.
Philip listened in alarm at first. thinking
some one was i'll, or that something had
happened.
Now, Rose, my dear, do be reasona-
ble,' entreated the tremulous voice of
Mrs. Denham. 1--WE are willing to do all
we can for you; but you know how your
father stands. The very roof over our
heads is mortgaged already, and pray
how can we raise money to buy such ex-
travagant things?"
81 don't know nor do care,n cried
Rose, in angry vehemence. '.Let papa
borrow it. tell You will have splen-
did outfit"
"My dear, you will have three nice
silks, and good many other dresses and
you won't need so many changes at
Beechwood. ;" interposed the mother.
Whats the reason | wont P" almost
screamed Rose. "Do you think I'm go
ing to be shut up at Beechwood all this
winter? I'll show you. and IN show
Philip Lisle, too, Pm going to have q gay
season, if live; and l want the right
kind of an outfit-and I've got to have it.
So there's no use talking, you know I al
ways have my way" f miiaF
Then there came the sound of grieved
sobbing, and child's voice. the voice of
Roses little sister, Alice, cried out,
"See Rosie, you have made poor mamma
cry. How can you be SO naughty P" ~
"Hush up. this minute! you meddle-
some little thing! who asked you to Put in
your say don't see what you're here
for, any how, gaping at every word that's
said and pulling what few things I've got
to pieces. Come, take yourself off to the
nursery at oncep"
Philip Lisle heard the sound of q sharp
blow, and the next moment little Alice
ran out crying fit to break her heart. He
had risen to his feet in his utter amaze
ment, and passing the drawing-room door
the child saw him. She stared a moment.
and then cried out in wicked delight,
''Aha, Miss Rose! here's Mr.. Isle in
the drawing-room, and he's heard how
naughty you've been-hayn't You, Mr..
Lisle ?''
| Not believing the child, Rose hurried to
the drawing-roOm door, and there she
stood transfixed. Her beautiful, golden
hair was all in a tangle, and she wore an
untidy, old wrapper, both sOiled and torn.
and her fair face was flushed and distort-
ed with passion. Philip Lisle, standing
grave and stern in the centre OF the
drawing room, regarded her for several
moments in silence, and with an agony at
his heart that seemed like death ITSELF
Then he advanced, and extended his
hand.
Goodbye, Rose," he said sadly. "No
words that can speak would begin to ex-
press what feel. l loved you rs my own
life, but l am 'disenchanted. l am glad
| this has happened now; it is better than
hereafter. Yet don't think l can ever
forgive you"
And before the terror-stricken girl could
utter single word he was gone.
"Oh, me Oh, me ~ she walled, wring-
ing her hands, sit is all over! / have lost
him have lost him r'
'And no WONDER" replied her mother,
sternly, "God wouldn't suffer it; He's too
just"
Over the crisp meadows, and under the
shadow of the purple hills, Philip Lisle
walked back to Beechwood, shaken like
very reed, strong man that he was, with
the bitterness Of his disappointment.
"Mother," he said, briefly, when she
met him at the doorway. ''it is all over
You Were right"
"And all for the best, my son." she re-
piled as she kissed him, ''though you can
not think so now."
And years after, when Philip Lisle sat
upon the pillared porch, with the true and
tender woman who had become his wife,
and the mother of the children that played
beneath the rustling oak-boughs, looking
back at those earlier days, he WAS forced
to acknowledge that his mothers WISDOM
was far superior to his own.
| Rose Denham is still unmarried, and
has lost all her beauty. She is soured and
discontented, and always viii be 50. But
whom has she to blame but herself?