New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1874-05-03
From the New York Times.
THE ROSE OF TUOLUMNE.
Bret HaPte's New Story.
CHAPTER 1.

CHAPTER /.
1t was nearly two O'Clock in the morning
The lights were out in Robinson's Hall
where there had been dancing and revelry
back windows with silver. Tue cavalcsde
that an hour ago had shocked the sedate
pines with song and Laughter, were all dis
persed; one enamored swain had ridden
east, another west, another north, another
south, and the object Of their alteration, left
within her bower at Chemisel Ridge, was
calmly going to bed.
regret that am not able to indicate the
exact stage of that process. Two chairs
were already filed with delicate enwrap
pings and white confusion; and the young
lady herself, half hidden in the silky threads
of her yellow hair, had at one time bore q
faint resemblance to partly husked ear of
Indian corn. But she was now clothed in
that one long, formless garment that makes
all women equal; and the round shoulders
and neat waist, that an hour ago had been
90 fatal to the peace OF mind of Four Forks,
had utterly disappeared. The face above it
was very pretty; the foot below, albeit
shapely, was not.small. "The flowers, as a
much to look after me-" she said, with
superb frankness, to one OF her lovers.
The expression of 1.-THE Rose" tonight,
was conteLtedly placid. She walked slow.
~ to the window, and, making the smallest
possible peephole through the curtain,
looked ont. The motionless figure of q
horseman, still lingering on the road, with
IN excess Of devotion that only coquette
or woman very much in love could toler.
ate. "The Rose" at that moment was
neither, and, after reasonable pause,
was "too ridiculous for anything" As she
came back to her dressing table, it was
noticeable that she walked steadily and
erect, without that slight affectation of
lameness common to people with whom
bare feet are only an episode. Indeed, it
was only four years ago that, without
shoes or stockings, q long limbed, colty
girl, in waistless calico gown, she had
leaped from the tail beard of her fathers
emigrant wagon, when it first drew up at
Chemisal Ridge. Certain wild habits of
the Rose had outlived transplanting and
cultivation.
A knock at the door surprised her. In an.
other moment she had leaped into bed,
and, with darkly-frowning eyes, from its
secure recesses demanded '7W6o's theregr
An appOlogetic murmur on the other
side of the door was the response.
"Why-father-is that you'll"
There were further murmurs, affirmative,
deprecatory, and persistent.
w III. bnlu SuC AsOsOs ONO kOt up, uu.
locked the door, leaped animbly into bed
again, and said "Come"
The door opened timidly. The broad,
stopping shoulders and grizzled head OF a
man past the middle age appeared; after
moments hesitation, . pair of large, defi-
dent feet, shod with canvas slippers, con-
cluded to follow. When the apparition was
complete, it closed the door softly, and
stood there, very shy ghost indeed.
with apparently more than the usual spirit
usl indisposition to begin conversation.
The Rose resented this impatiently, though
/ fear not altogether intelligibly:
..Do, father, 1 declared"
"You was abed, jimmy" said Mr.. McClos-
", slowly. glancing with singular mixture
Il mascu1ine awe aBd paternal pride upon
.he two chairs and their contents. "You
vas sbed and ondressed. 7" s5s y ~
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