Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1874-11-06
ROSES SUMMER TRIP.

! the other side of the room. ''If
could go to the country. like othe
girls, 1 might make a suitable match
. one that would save me from the bon
! dage of poverty"
Mabel looked up from the lounge
in pitiful, saddened manner.
"You have so much TO be thankful
for, dear Rose" said she, softly. "Yo'
have your health TO work and a beau
tiful face"
"What is the good of my beauty :?
she demanded querulously. "Wh'
do see now? No one under the sul
but Doctor Radcliffe: and he is olt
and fussy, and knows our poverty tot
well to think twice of me"
at that iuncture, Mrs. Thorne, /.
quiet, lady-liks woman, entered the
room, and looked from one to the
other Of her daughters.
"What is the trouble - she asked
Mamma, Rose is tired, and want.
to go to the country" Mabel said
softly. ''Poor Rose is tired of this
life, and-and I think I had better let
her have uncle Roberts gift, and then
she can CO."
Mabel" exclaimed the astonisLed
mother.
eyes; my money increase. slowly,
and perhaps, after all, ! will not get
better"
A year before, their old uncle had
given each of the girls hundred dol
lars. Rose had bought herself hand.
some suit with hers; but Mabel. who
had been crippled for years by a fall,
had laid hers aside, in hopes to get
enough to take her to some celebrated
physician. Buoyed up with that hope,
she had painted little gems of pictures
and laid aside each dollar carefully;
but now Roses constant repiniDg was
wearing her out, and she determined
to give up her hope. and lot her sister
have her summer trip, if she wished.
"Do you really mean it, Malel?" she
questioned eagerly.
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"Then I'llteli you what I will do. you
dearest of sisters. l will be sure to
make q conquest. aud when am mar
ried will take you to France, to the
physician you wish to see, and then
have you live with me.
At that moment some one tapped at
the door, and q moment later, Doctor
Radcll1e entered.
He was q tall, stout man Of about
forty years of age. with a grave, kind
face.
Two weeks later, Rose Thorne was
boarding in pretty villiage-an aris-
resort, though not 80 popular,
q place as Long Branch or Saratoga.
The weeks went by, aud her letters
home were not very frequent. Ono
th> postman brought one to
the door that ran thus
sMY DEAR MOTHER AND SIsTERs:-I
Am about to be married. [ bid adisu
TO my old life of poverty forever. My
future husband is immensely wealthy.
He owns a magnificent residence in
the city, and one on the Hudson,
and / shall have servants to wait
upon me. But there is one thing
which I am sorry to mention-he does
not wish me to acknowledge my rela
tives after marriage. OF course, l
shall not forget you, mother. and Ma
bel, and shall return the money which
brought me here at thesearliest oppor-
tunity. My face has won my fortune.
Ever your daughter, ROSE.
'sP. s.-I forgot to say that the
name of my husband-elect is Raymond
J. Spencer.
Mrs. Thorue covered her face with
her hands.
"My child has fotsaken me :" she
,ried.
Mabel could hardly utter q word of
What was there for her
10 say She knew her sister worship
I'd at the shrine of wealth and cared
not how many hearts she broke, if she
only reached her longed-for goal.
A few weeks later. Doctor Radcliffe
nade them q visit which was not strict
y professional
"Mabel," he said. slttlng down be-
.ide her. "your sister s summer trip
has won her a husband. I read the
notice III the paper yester-
day. Now. / have u favor to ask Of
you. l am tired of being alone il the
1orld-I want wifo to take care of,
and there is no one else who would
please me but you. have loved you
ever since you were that high with
a motion Of his hand--''and if you will
have me, 1 will take you to Franco
to the physicians you have set your
heart on seeing. If they cure you |
shall rejoice; if they do not, I shall
still love you all the more
Mabel started, and looked up III his
eyes in surprise offer was SO un-
expected.
"No, no, she cried; 81 will not take
advantage of your generous offer
You know about my Wishing
eyes, 1 know" he responded.
graveIy. II overheard, accidently,
your offer to Rose; but you surely do
not think that that made mo propose
to you? [ have always loved you
II thank you, she cried, "but can
not-cannot accept your offer. | will
never be burden to any man
And all the argument he could use
would not induce her TO change her
mind.
The days wore slowly on. letter
came from Rose.
"Mr DEAR S1srEE:-1 am ashamed
that l have not been able to return
you your money yet; but, the truth is,
although my husband is immensely
wealthy, and am dressed in the rich
est Of velvets, and waited upon like a
queen, have not penny of money
under my own control. Everything
have is ordered and paid for after
ward; but by-and-by I shall contrive a
way to get it for you.
Poor Rose" her mother sighed. al
am afraid that III the end she will
think her Summer trip failure.
"And her marriage, too, rcloined
Mabel, 'as ell marriages not based or
true love prove.
II have some good ucws for vou,
Doctor Radcliffe cried, as he entered
the room, followed by Il strange gen
tIeman. "Put away your letter, Ma
bel, and listeu.
Mabel did lis bidding, aud iht
stranger introduced himself AZ {
lawyer He then informed then
that au Uncle "f Mrs. Thorue'
had died, aud left her hcires;
to his wealth---a Foodly sum
Five weeks later found Mrs. Thorn'
and Mabel eli route Tor Europe.
Doctor Radcliffe's nephew, al OK
ceedingly pleasant young man, wa
going to cross the ocean, aud the doc
tor had intrusted thom to his care.
"God grant vonr dearest wish ma,
be gratified, Mabel - he said to her
when parting.
Months went by. and Mabel was be
ing cured. BY degrees she found he
old strength returning, and at the ent
of a wear was able to walk without as