The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1873-04-11
Conclnded on Fourth Paqe.

Out, sd1u Law ISuSS3 aHN 'OuS IL
his room by another passage.
Meanwhile, Rose and Mr.. Dunlap
had strolled along the hall to the
porch, and then slipped down the
gravel walk, and we're sitting on the
big rock at the edge of the mountain
lake, now talking and now silent
always skirting the secret i'll either
heart, but never touching it
Il suppose you know what papa
and l have been talking about" said
she, at last, twisting the end of a
scarf around her throat, for the dew
was glittering all about them.
81 suppose 80, said Roger.
81 think it is a magnificent and
heroic sacrifice" he answered impet-
uously.
"And then you are going to stay
and help us?" shily.
81? Do you suppose it possible
that I could live? And now?
81 didn't know you were so fond
of papa," said the demure little
wretch.
ut is not papa, Miss Rose" said
Mr.. Dunlap, looking straight ahead,
and then pausing abruptly. Did he
pause to note how the dusky water
was swelling sWeetly and softly be
fore him, she wondered; how the
mirrored stars were shining in the
cool dark depths; how the great
mountain lifted its shadows into the
shadowy violet of the heavens, while
the fragrant wind came stealing
round him, rich in the honey of the
honey of the hillside blossoms? In
deed he was noting nothing of any
of it. He only thought: Should
he speak, and risk and lose every
thing; or should he wait till years
of service had won the prize? And
he sat there wrapped in a spell of
silence, neither able to speak nor
move, in the stress of the strong
emotion that his heart was beating
out, as if it were telling the hours of
his life. And then light breath,
more fragrant than the wind from
the mountain flowers, WAS stealing
across his lips; and a little rosy face,
rosy through all the dusk, was look
ing into his; and a voice was whis-
pering: 'Is it IY' And then fol
lowed the long, passionate silence
of two new lovers i'm each others
arms.
Miss Marksr' a voice calling
down the gravel walk and close be-
side them. "Where is Marks? Is
that you, Miss Rose? On, don't
rise, pray! 1t is SO dark that, just
coming out of the light, / saw no
body till you spoke. l came to say
good by"
care you going, then, Mr.. Farren?"
"By the morning train. l have to
thank you for so much that is pleas
ant this Summerp
"And l you I am sure. You will
come and see US whenever you are
in the city? Do. Good by. The
pleasantest journey"
And then the second suitor went
after the first.
Weighed in the balance and found
wanting" said Rose. "But you-you
are fine gold"
"Only for the setting of my jewel
then" said the happy fellow. And
presently the people up in the par
lors heard a mellow voice ringing
out with the old melody:
"And next my heart I'll wear her,
For fear my jewel tyne"
That sounds very much like low
ers," said Miss Rodney to her cousin,
sitting at her station Of the morning,
in the windows embrasure. did l
ht ar some one say that was Mr.. Dun
laps voice? l wonder, Emily, if all
our calculations are to turn out
mere idleness, and that it is not to
be match. Do you know, thought
so at dinner|
"Dear me, L hope notp' exclaimed
Mrs. Burbridge.. 81 have been
thinking and thinking, and have
about made up my mind at last to
the other thing. A change of name,
you know is what Lawrence calls a
change of base; and for the rest, the
father need only be a semi -occa-
sional encumbrance: And there are
good manners, and good looks and
good temper, and then all that
money. No; 1 can't let it CO."
"Very wise," said Miss Rodney
"but from that sound, l fear, too
later'
81 hope not" repeated Mrs. Bur
bridge. "The idea of throwing away
such beauty and such fortune on
her fathers clerk! No, no; she
must make it point, you see, to
marry above her station"
"NIrs. Burbridge," said Mr. Marks,
standing behind that lady, as she
spoke; II am in no hurry to give
away my daughter yet; but, when 1
do part with her, l shall think she
married far above her station if it is
to a man with half the we'll tested
excellences of her fathers clerk.