Bristol news. [volume] (Bristol, Va. & Tenn.) 1867-189?, 1873-02-25
Rose Hawthorn's Trust.
BY MARY NJ. ABBOTT.

Rose Hawthorn beautiful face was all
aglow, and her dark eyes swimming in
liquid light, as she raised them to her low
er's face and murmured:
q And did you think this could shake
my faith in you? Nothing could dc
that.
Ross Douglas pressed her to his heart
and answered:
My own noble Rose! | might have
known it; but it was hard to tell you that
any woman but you had rested against my
heart and had my kisses
She WINGED a little. "What woman
would not?" she said, with flash of her
eyes
That was mere boyish passion, dead
long ago. This is the love of my life,
and | should be worse than insane to al
low any thought of false Amy Leroy to
mar my happiness. F."
They talked awhile longer with the sill
very summer moonlight streaming over
them in fitful CLEANS through the wills
pering leaves of the nodding naples, and
then Ross pressed one more passionate,
tender kiss, on the smiling lips of his be-
trothed, and with promise to come again
on the morrow, strobe through the avenue
of cedars, and down the deserted street as
happy man as ever walked the earth
And Rose, watching him with misty
eye, murmured:
"Oh, yes, [ trust him thousand
Amy Leroys could not shake my faith in
him !"
So she thought; but alas how little
we know our hearts till the hour of trial
comes
On the morrow she waited her lovers
coming, but the long day passed and no
Ross appeared.
What could keep him away q? he had
never broken promise to her before. -
And anxious fears lest some accident had
befallen him began to torture her heart.
The next morning gossiping friend
dropped in and exclaimed, with enthusi-
asm:
"Oh, Rose, the loveliest creature you
ever saw came to the Utah House yester-
day! Her face is perfectly angelic, and
she has such glorious golden hair that all
the gentlemen are wild over it. -
" Who is she ?" asked Rose listlessly.
Her name is registered Leroy
Doubtless you will hear all about her
from Mr.. Douglas, for she must be a
friend of his, as he was in the private par
lor yesterday afternoon and evening, and
| saw him at her door again, just now, as
| came out.
For moment Rose was startled from
her composure. Could it be Amy Leroy?
The lovely face and golden hair was just
the picture her lover had drawn of her
But the thought bad only momenta-
" dwelling place in her heart, and when
her friend had gone, she donned her hat
for walk, determined to Danish the I'M
easy feeling in her breast, and sure that
Ross would come in the evening and ex-
plain everything satisfactorily.
She wandered along in dreary abstrae-
ton, without noticing the direction she
had taken, when suddenly, by some mes
meric attraction, she raised her eyes to
window on the opposite side of the street
The Utah House was just across the
street from her, and she looked, she saw
Ross Douglas through the open window,
holding, in close embrace, lovely figure
half yelled in mass of golden curls. He
was pressing passionate kisses on her beau
tiful upturned faee-such kisses as Rose
had fondly thought no woman but she had
ever felt, and through the noise and hustle
of the street, she heard his voice saying,
in tender tones:
"Good-by, darling! 1t is hard to leave
you, but cannot stay longer.
For moment Rose half tottered, but
the next she was composed as ever, and,
save tor the pallor on her cheek and the
1gid line around her mouth, no one would
have suspected that anything unusual had
occurred.
An hour later, when Ross Douglas rang
the bell at her door, servant handed him
a note which coldly told him that their
engagement was ended.
In vain he sought an interview. Rose
refused to see him, and when at last he
wrote hcra tender and passionate entreaty