The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1873-06-19

~ out Of hand. If he was not 20 rich
as he might be, he could still have 8
city home and country house, horse,
and dogs; Rosa could keep her car
riage, and he would have the little
flock Of half-brothers and sisters edu-
Gated and started in life in such wise
that they need never be ashamed TO
own them. As for Rosa herself she
had been quite well educated in the
essential things before her father's
death had changed their manner of
life, and she had that innate and deli
cate grace which supplied all lack and
always would, he said.
But rich or poor, Rosa would have
none of his possessions as yet. She
would not receive one Of the costly
gifts he longed to give. The thought
OF II made her cheeks burn she could
hardly have told you why-whether
1t was like spreading price before her,
or whether it was a sort of accentua-
ton. Of the difference in their sta
tiOns. She made him take back the
watch, which was only Il bunch of
gems. When he brought her dia-
mOnds and great pearls to choose from
she closed both the cases and pushed
them away.
"What do you mean ~ he SAID
''These are the things my wife viii
wear ~
"Well, when you have wife" she
answered, shyly and half saucily, "it
will be time enough"
"When do, will cover her with
jewels, the proud little wretch ~ he
said, and covered the sweet mouth
with kisses then.
The only thing she would consent
to have was her engagement ring, and
as he had liberty TO choose there, he
betrothed her with great clear stone
that glittered on her finger like tear.
But Rosa always seemed to feel that
the sparkle of that diamond was a
tell-tale blaZOn of her joy, and wore
the stone turned in
But how happy she was / used to
watch her sometimes through the
glass door Of the extension room, as L
sat there with her mother, trying
vainly to thread a needle with my
spectacles, my eyes being turned the
other way. l recalled the time when
was young and happy too. | re-
membered when was young and hap
py too. | remember one night when,
the lights burning low in the front
parlors, Rosa sat with her fingers
lightly running over the keys in ali
to one OF her half
dozen little songs, while Randolph
stood leaning on the piano, his hat in
his hand, saying he must go. As he
stood there, Rosa looked up at him
and began to sing:
''My heart is a fount yelling upward for
ever,
When think of my true love, by night or
by day;
That heart Keeps its faith likea ast-fiOwIng
river,
Which guShes forever aud sings on its
way.
| have thoughts full of peace Tor his soul to
repose in,
Were l but his own wife, 10 win and to
WOO
On, sweet, ifthe night of misfortune were
closing,
To rise like the morning star, darling, for
you" -
And then Randolph kissed her lips, |
and he looked at her moment silent |
" with those dark and glowing eyes
Of his, and kissed her again, and was
gone, and We heard his swift steps |
-inging on the flags. And that was
he last kiss he gave her for into that
mousse he never came again.
l remember how she went about
after he had gone, setting things to
lights, putting the chairs in place,
olding the work she had thrown
lown, closing the piano, arranging
he music in order, with such dane
ng step, with such light of content
nent on her face. Some page of the
music had caught her eye, and she
vas absently humming its burden to
lerself: