Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1872-05-18

from the Office" said 1 during one
OF those discussions, "when you
were the last person should have
taken into my confidence"
DIR. Fred lauged merrily.
"And you may have to thank me
yet for your debut in the "Sensa-
tion Weekly" / knew the nature
OF the thing as soon as 1 saw it-As
L told, have received such pack
ages myself-and immediSRely ex-
perienced an inOrdinate curiosity
TO see what manner of Crosse" this
was to whom the document was ad-
dressed"
81 think she proved very poor
specimen" said /, as 1 remembered
my performance in the library.
"a changeable Rose, l should
say" he returened: ''hrst a damask
Rose, as she received the fateful
parcel and read in my eye the wick
ed intelligence that could not
quite conceal: and then in the libra
ry Rose just washed in the show
er, like that (which Mary to Anna
eonyeyed;" sometimes, as now,
blush Rose; and under all circufl-
stances perptual Rose"
What pity to waste all this on
me F' exclaimed, as made myself
vanishing Rose and joined the
family circle.
Such walks and drives and pic
MES as we had during the Doctors
visit! L had never half enjoyed the
country before. L forgot all about
seribbiing, and gave myself up to a
life of gyPsying with infinite zest--
We spent whole mornings chestnut
ing, and went home with aching
backs, and burr sand spiders in our
hats; but we were at il again the
next day as vigorously as ever.
The girls declared thSt l was
splendid, and they had no idear that
could be so nice.
Neither had l." said the doctor
quietly as he held gate open for
me ID pass through.
This sounded like doubtful praise,
and L wondered if he considered
niceness incompatible with an am
biton to write for the Sensation
Weekly.
Well, it all went on very pleasant
II, until one day | overheard Mrs.
Darble say to one of the girls that
" CA OuE Is Sic
had wished-Fred and Rose were
evidently going to make a match of
I, and she was quite ready to give
hem her blessing.
81 used to think it rather funny"
said Maria's voice, "those closet
ings in the library but 1 suppose
now it was quite natural; though it
is hard to give up ones brother"
L took fire Immediately, and as the
doctor had gone back to his patients
for a day or two 1 resolved to be off
before his return. In vain was 1
besieged on all sides to say-in vain
were the attractions of Indian Sum-
mer and Thanksgiving expatiated
on for my benefit. Twas obstinate
ly convinced that Aunt Desire was
pining for my company, and reso-
lutely tore myself away when the
trees were at the prettiest; and the
whole landscape like gorgeous bed
of flowers.
Inearly dislocated my neck hang
ing out of the car window not to
lose beauty as we shot by; and l
enYid the people on the trains that
passed us, for they were going to,
and not from all these delights.
Aunt Desire was good and kind,
but she failed to comfort me with
mullins and waffles that were got up
for my special delectation.
"You have certainly left your ap-
petite behind" said she, in a disap-
pointed tone; and / sincerely hoped
that this was all had left behind.
"Your trunk is ali unpacked,"
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 always
carry round, Rose!-rags and stones,
and great wad of paper, blurred
and blotted like pile of old COM
positions. That went into the fire.
sprang and caught her arm.
"YOu don't mean it, Aunt De-
sire?''
Don't mean what child? What
is the matter with you?"
For L burst into tears.
'Oh, auntie that was my story, |
and it was all ready to be printod-
and l can never think it all out |
again ?"
Aunt Desire sat gazing at me in
blank amaZement.
''Rose Gardiner, do you mean to |
tell me that you have been writing |
a story all out of your own head, |
and that have burnt it up?"
at is no matter" said l, endeav-
oring to smile, perhaps no one
would have taken it."
1t was precious to me, however,
though it had been rejected-a fact !
which | did not communicate to |
Aunt Desire.
"Well, that is too bad" she said |
gratefully, "can't you go to work |
and write it over?''
l shook my head sadly, and the
poor woman refused to be comfor-
ted. Not doubt did she entertain |
that the story would have been a
splendid success, and l had hard |
work to prevent her from publish
ing her mlsdoings to all our friends |
and acquaintance.
In a few weeks DIR. Fred made |
his appearance and asked for the /
story.
''I have seen the editor of the Sem
satiOn Weekly" said he, ''and he is
prepared to look favorably upon
your production. There is no dan
ger of your receiving that abomina-
BILE packet again"
| laughed outright.
''Not the slightest, l think-Aunt |
Desire has burned it."
He looked astonishment, as we'll |
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"
l glanced towards the vase of |
chrysanthemums which AuAt De- |
sire had placed on the centre table. |
''Not that y continued the bold |
beggar: Il want Rose"
AS it seemed my vocation to mar
ry-my critic, [ never finished my |
story.-LippiRcOttS Magazine.
oliver wendell Holmes on Chill. |
dren.