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

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then their garden, in the heart Of tn
city, full of fruit-that delightful
breezy, boWery garden! And they
lhad been offered a hundred Thousand
for the place by two different per
sons-One wanting it for himself
and one wanting it to present to the
Historical Society; and, Of course
small as their possessions were, they
refused to think of such a thing
But Mr.. Marks got hold of the
neighboring property, made a nui-
sance opposite and on both sides, SO
that the innocent old ladies could
neither get in nor out Of their own
house without insult and offence, MOI
enjoy peace and quiet after they
were in; for their sleep was broken
by the turmoil when q drunken wo-
man was taken screaming to the
station house every night, and their
days were unhappy with such sights
and smells as you can hardly imag-
inc. And they were heartbroken
with lonesomeness, for their friends,
of course, could not come to see
them with anything like the old fire.
quency; and their garden was beset
by marauders, and the evil wretches
were to be found under their trees at
all hours. And so they sold the
house at last tor a song, and were
obliged to go into the country; for
they could not afford any city rent
out Of the interest of the pittance
that Mr.. Marks paid for the house.
And poor Miss Priscilla died, verify,
1 believe, of homesickness. So you
understand, my dear, when see
Miss Rose come floating down at
night, when the lamps are lit here,
in her Indian gauze and diamonds,
the rose and the lily alive, all smiles
and bushes, and enough to take
your breath away with her beauty,
as I must admit, 1 tell Lawrence that
l can't help regarding her as a love
ly flower that has grown up on
heap of compost. And somehow l
can't bear to think of my grand
children being Mr.. Marks grand
children; and there it isp' And
Mrs. Burbridge shook out her dim
tiles and guipures with the air of
one whose money (what she had of
it) had been so long coming down
through the hands of SO many anees-
tors that it had gotten very clean and
bright in the handling. "But, then,
after ALL" said she, ayou see, as I
said, it may be only foolish preju-
dice; and somehow l can't bear to
think, either, of Lawrence letting
such fortune slip through his fin
gers. An only child she is; a heavy
settlement she would have; and Law
renee could leave the army, and such
a palace as he could make of the old
Burbridge place. l declare, I don't
know what to dol"
Perhaps Miss Rodney, who had
already seen a good deal of the
world, was not much intimidated by
her conversation with Mrs. Bur
bridge, or else she had conceived
some interest in Rose Marks own
identity, and wanted to see if it
amounted to anything in itself; for
she was standing at the door as Rose
dashed up to the steps at the end of
her ride. "What lovely horse"
said Miss Rodney, as Lawrence
handed Miss Rose down and present
ed her to his cousin.
"Oh!a beauty. Isn't he?" cried
the sweet voice of Rose Marks. "My
birthday present from papa. OH!
you don't know what good, kind,
dear old father he is. There he
comes. This is my father, Miss
Rodney. Mrs. Burbridge's cousin,
papa" And as the little figure
itself, anyone might see
that the child was prouder of her
father than if he had been a prince.
Mr.. Marks bowed with a some
what stiff and cold air, that would
have seemed like haughtiness, if
haughtiness from him, the rich pie
beian, to Miss Rodney, of the blue
blood, would not have been prepos-
ferrous. Then he asked Rose if her
ride had been pleasant, and walked
on beside young Mr.. Dunlap, with
his head down and the evening pa
per of the day before, which had only
come in q couple of hours since,
clasped in his hands behind him.
''He is plotting some new mischief"
thought Miss Rodney. And Rose
kissed her fingers to him when he
glanced back, and then ran up stairs
and a smile shone on his face like a
burst of sunlight in Autumn wood,
ifso poetical a figure suited well any
expression Of q face scanned over
with so many fine wrinkles that it
resembled a multiplication table.
Lawrence was waiting for her
when she came down to dinner an
hour later; as was young Mr.. Far
ran; and so was Roger Dunlap, too,
the last a clerk of Mr.. Marks. But
Lawrence's cavalry air had a way of
distancing competitors, and it was
his arm she took. She was fairly
resplendent in her fresh young beau
ty, clad in a white garment, whose
skirts and ruffies surrounded her
with suggestions of white rose pc
tails, and wearing pale coral orna-
ments of Neapolitan carving, On
the coral sticks of her point lace fan
glittered sprays of diamonds, and a
diamond butterfly tWinkled as it
danced on its spiral amidst a stem of
coral berries in her yellow hair. And
so, catching all eyes and winning all
hearts with her loveliness, she went
to the sumptuous dinner, with its
trout and game and dainties, its
mountain berries, delicious confec-
tions and early oranges-the Mo-
selle-Muscatel wine and the Mocha
smiling and happy and pleased
with all the world. AS Mr.. Dunlap
took his seat at the table with her
father, and looked at her brilliance
and gayety, he could not help re-
membering the scenes he had wit
messed only the day before, at a ten
ement house of her fathers, where
an errend had sent him, unaccus-
toned to any butthe counting room
work, which hardly revealed details
in all their squalor.
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