Huntington advertiser. [volume] (Huntington, W. Va.) 1874-1921, 1874-12-31
ROSES SUMMER TRIP.

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81 am sick and tired of this life
would rather die than endure it yea
after year, with out hope ofrelease
and Rose Thorne threw the piece
needle work she was doing to the othe
side of the room.
IF could 60 to the country lik
other girls, might make suitabl
mate-oue that would save me fror
the bondage Of poverty"
Mabel looked up from the lounge i
a pitiful, saddened manner.
"You have 80 much to be Thankful
for, dear Rose" she said softly. 'Yo,
have your health to work, and
beautiful face"
whats the good of my beauty ?
she demanded 9uerelously. "Wh'
do 1 see now? No one under the Sui
but Doctor Ratliffe; and he is oil
and fussy, and knows poverty to-
well to think twice of me-"
At this juncture, Mrs. Thorne,
quiet lady-like woman, entered tn
room, and looked from one to tn,
other of her daughters.
"What is the trouble ?" she asked
Mamma, Rose is tired, and want
to go to the country" Mabel sale
softly. "Poor Rose is tired of thi
life, and I think had better let he
have Uncle Roberts gifts, and theI
she can 60"
"Mabel!" exclaimed her astonishet
mother.
eyes; my money increases slowly
and perhaps, after all, 1 will not &c
better"
A year before their old uncle hat
given each of the. girls hundred
dollars. Rose had bought herself
handsome suit with hers; but Mabe
who had been crippled for years by
fall, laid hers aside, in hopes 10 ge
enough to take her to some celebrated
physician. Buoyed up with tina
hope she had painted little gems O
pictures and laid aside each dollar
carefully: but now Roses constant
repining was wearing her out, anc
she determined to give up her hope
and let her sister have her summer
trip if she wished.
''Do you really mean it, Mabel ?
she exclaimed eagerly,
81 do"
.'Then I'll tell you what l will do
you dearest of sisters. l will be sure
to make a conquest, and when l an
married will take you to France, tC
the physician you wish to see, and
then have you live with me-"
AT that moment some one tapped
at the door, and moment later
Doctor Ratliffe entered.
He was tall, stout man Of about
forty years of age, with grave, kind
face.
Two weeks later, Rose Thorne was
boarding in a pretty village-an aris
tocratic resort, though not SO popular
a place as Long Branch or Saratoga
The weeks went by, and her let
tiers home were not very frequent
One morning the pOstman brought
one to the door that ran thus
"MY DEAR MOTHER AND SISTERS
[ am about to be married. | biz
adieu to my old life of poverty for
ever. My future husband is i'm
mensely wealthy. He owns mag
niRcent residence in the city, and..on'
on the Hudson, and l shall have ser
wants to wait upon me But there i
one thing l am sorry to mention
he does not wish me to acknowledg'
my relatives after marriage. U
course, 1 shall not forget you, mothe
and Mabel, and shall return tn
money which brought me here at tn
earliest opportunity. My face ha
won my fortune.
"Ever your daughter. Rose.
"P. ST. forgot to say that tn
name of my husbandelect is Ray
mond ]. Spencer"
Mrs. Thorne covered her face wit
her hands.
"My Child has forsaken me-" sh
cried.
Mable could hardly utter 'wor'
of consolation. What was there 70
her to say. She knew that her siste
worshipped at the shrine of wealtl
and cared not how many hearts sh
broke, if she only reached her longe'
for goal.
| A few weeks later, Doctor Ratlif
made them a visit which was no
strictly professional.
"Mabel," he said, sitting down be
side her, "your sisters summer tri
has won her a husband; | read tn
marriage notice in the morning pape
Yesterday. Now, Ihave a favor t
ask you. / am tired of being alon
| in the world-I want a wife to tax
care of, and there is none else VIII
would please me but you. l hav
loved you ever since you were tina
high" with motion of his hand
"and if YOU will have me, will tax
YOU to France, to the physician yo
have set your heart on seeing. ]
they can cure you l shall rejoice:
they do not, l shall love you all tn
more. :,
Mable started, and looked into hi
eyes in surprise-his offer was so III