The Placer herald., 1873-03-01
THE ROSE OF UPHiR-A STORY OF THE
MINES.
Written for The Golden Era,
BY GRATTAN NJ. CLAY.
CHI APTER Ill CONTINUED.
THE BALL.


tain to gossip and defamation of character.
81 know the sly dog
"Why?' asked Rose, now aghast.
The words came, striking one by one, with
unerring certainty, her very hearts core
Because he is engaged to two other girls, =,
to my certain knowledge, in San Francisco
What-Help! Harry! Come quick''
Rose had tainted.
Harry soon appeared, and taking Rose in
bis arms he bore her to bed room, and
procuring resloratives, he soon brought her
10 her senses.
"Oh, Harry Harry! why have you de-
ceived me?'
"Deceived you, Rose p
eyes. Mr.. Holmes told me all; you are
already engaged
'Ils false, Rose; swear it. !"
"Oh, but to prove il!'
80 prove it, consider yourself my wife
from tins hour. will never see those wo-
men again; but from this hour will devote
myself to you-my beautiful-my wife"
"Wife Harry p
"les, dearest; pardon my absence for a
moment until excuse myself from the ball
room. linen | VIII return.
lie passed from the room, leaving Der to
experience the appest sensations of her life.
She as at last to be his-Harry's wife.
As Harry passed down the stairs he met a
man who called upon him to halt. 1t was
Scotry.
MIR. Ashton" said he, 'Td like to speak
Il word wi ye."
"N hat is it? Do you propose to carry
out your intention OF numbering me?'
"Oh, no, sir. would not kill you for
the world 1t was about Rose | wanted to
speak. Oh, Mr.. Ashton, she S deceivn' ye
She deceived me. She deceived every body.
Don't hae anything to do wi her. But
love her-its killing me-gnawin the heart
out o me-
"W hat has this to do with me"
"W ot has it to do wi you? Everything
lou are keepin her fra me-me who ought
to had her long ago. And | will have her!
tell'ce, you shan't marry her. III kill you
ike IA dog! DO you hear? DO ye hear
I'm mad wi the love have for the gurI,
and | dinna ken what do
Stand aside and let me plss!'
ono. Not until you give me my Rose! y
''StanI asde!' Aud dealing him pow
cful blow which telled him to The earth, he
entered the ballroom, but not until thes
words reached his ears:
"l'll kill ye fur that, by G-!"
Harry sad o.hing concerning the quarrel
but, eXcusng himself, he left the room anu
returned to Rose.
She had by this time recovered, and was
waiting patiently for his return Her eyes
were beaming with Jew born joy, Tor he had
It'd her that she was to be lls-his what ?
She thought, she expected, to he his wife.
"Ah, Harry" she exclaimed tendery, as
he approached her, 'tell me once more that
Ihose terrible accusations against you are
false; that you are mine-mne only"
"False, dearest, false, or I'm no man?
am yours only; irrevocaby, eternalIy yours !;
aud from this hour let our happiness burst
forth in all its glory, to last until death us
do part. -
"Oh, Harry! am so happy"
Are you, little one? 1t shall be my
constant endeavor to keep you SO, my beau
fful little wife.
"Not yet, Harry"
Eyes, in heart if not in reality, you are
my wife, are you not p
"Yes, in heart am your wife.
"Then, be it so. Ooey the dictates of
hat heart. Why should our love be tram
melled by the conventional rules of society !?
Let us 1--we life of happiness, alone by our
selves, and scotf at Gus om-the world.
81 do not understand you," she said, in
surprise.
This, then, is what mean. My dear
Rose, in our hearts, in the eyes of Heaven,
and love, we are man and wife, Why have
recourse to the exploded custom of ceremony
Let us join hands, here in the light Of Heav-
en-, and be our own priests. Let us vow to
remain together forever and ever.
"And without the sanction of law and gos-
pei ? oh, Harry!'
"Silly little girl! We are already in re-
ality man and wife; our hearts are united by
the tie OF mutual love and affection. Why
then, for mere custom sake, face gaping
crowd and have some hypocrte of priest
lie our hands together. Come, dismiss such
f,ncies from your mind, Promise from this
hour 70 be mine-mlne onl y-ny wife. VIII
you ?"
Here was a struggle for Rose. A battle
between love ond reputation She longed to
90 with Harry; still sense of right impelled
her to refuse him, to ask Him to wait until
priest should join them. But PROBABLY he
was right their hearts were already one,
and their hands could join themselves to-
sether unaded by any ceremony
She used; her eyes were beaming with
love for Harry, still the shadow of doubt
fingered in them. She raiset her eyes; they
met his; she gazed long and earnestly into
them, and as though drawn by some unseen
power, she sprans INTO arms, excl"imnS JOY
ously: