Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1871-03-23

go, Mrs Brandon, what do you
thinkl" exclaimed Miss Smithers,
bursting the next day into the room
where that good lady was sewing.
There has been such a railway accident !
The train from Lcndon has been run
into and ever so many people killed.
Poor Mr. Binks, and Mrs. James at the
corner, and that good looking young
Captain Slade, and"
Captain Sladel How very shock
ing" cried Mrs, Brandon. 1--WE know
him quite well, and-oh, dear. my
diamond brooch why, Rosie, my
child, what is the matter f' -
For poor little Rosie, with dreadful
look in her eyes, and her lips parted,
was standing close at hand. As her
mother spoke, she made step forward
and fell fainting. Mrs. Smithers de-
parted amid the general confusion, to
remark confidently to favored friend
or two that Rose Brandon had fits, and
she had just left her in one She al
ways thought that red and white COM
plexion reallyvery unwholesonle, though
people admired It
When Rosie opened her eyes again,
In bewilderment that slowly grew to q
dull, intolerable pain, she steadfastly
refused to answer the questions that
were asked her. 81 want to be alone,
quite alone," moaned the poor child,
and so they laid her on the drawing
room sofa How shockingly bright
was the summer day nowl though only
a short time since the sunshine had
seemed to accord so well with her hap
py heart They closed the Venetian
blinds, drew heavy curtains over the
glass door. that led into the garden.
leaving it open, that breath of air
might steal through the folds, and left
her TO have nice little sleep, they
said -zi-s--ss-sz - :. s--.---e -
A nice sleepl What mockery all
the tender household sayings had been
to her., None knew of her grief, for
Rosie had been shy of speaking of her
scarce1y-found happiness. She felt as
if the past and future had been blotted
out .sas If nothing could ever happen
again-ever had happened-but this
one horrible event. And yet she won
dered why she did not cry. Did she
love him less than her pet canary that
died last week7 Nc, mot last week
years ages ago, when she was herself,
and had heart instead of this leaden
weight that did not feel, only pressed
all the life out of her.
Oh, if she could die and go TO Arthur!
But she could not die. Sc would go an
living length of years, and her youth
would pass, and wr:ll1les come, and her
prettys hair grow thin and even her
love would fade in the long years, only
leaning her asad, spiritless old maid.
And poor little Rosie's mind wandered
In these sad labyrinths of thought. hour
after hour, as she lay in the darkened
room. -sOne memory after another
passed before her, each more full OF
pain than the other. Only yesterday
she was sitting at her drawing, and she
saw him coming In from the garden
through that very door, now SO heavily
curtakned. - - -
She lived that scene over agian in hel
mind feverishly recalling every wori
and hook She had told him an old le
gend about the house she lived in, anc
then she remembered what she had tolt
about spirits, and his lock, and thu
half-spoken word. How she hated Mr.
Smithers for interripting them. If shl
could .only have told zone word of hel
love j Bat nor~.Arthur woa1a poz.6II -
know OF it. All if her belief was bu
true, and his spirit could come to her
aud show her that "love is strongel
than the grave"