Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1874-08-06

| woman does not experience. L, at
least, shall never feel it for anyone"
But one day the clergyman's nephew
came from Massachusetts, to visit him,
and she said this no more. Charles
Dorset was not handsomer than many
of the men who wooed her; he was by
no means so large. He was scholarly
man, prenaturely bald, and with a mild,
quiet, gentlemanly face. But she had
never seen anyone like him before, and
he fascinated her. His admiration
pleased her. She respected him, and
her coquetry deserted her in his pres
ence. No woman ever hirts with man
whom she either respects or loves. She
ceased to think solely of herself and her
power over hearts. She thought great
deal of him. At last she knew the
truth-she loved him. Long before
this he had known that he loved her.
No one else suspected the truth. The
men saw nothing dangerous in Charles
Dorset the women were not penetrat-
ing enough to discern, In the absence of
all those high arts of Irritation in which
Rose was such an adept, the fact that
she felt for once in her life veritable
passion. As for the old father, it never
entered his mind that girl who could
stand out against Warren Lawrence's
six odd feet Of burly, ford, young man.
hood, would succumb to plain, almost
middle-aged man, not much taller than
she was herself.
But it was so. Rose no longer said
no man could win her heart. She knew
that one had won it. Still she firt-
ed, rode, boated, danced, with all save
that one still she had glances that set
mems hearts beating, and smiles that
thrilled them through, for all save him;
bnt when he sat beside her her eyes
sought the ground, and her cheek
flushed, and her tongue was silent.
One evening, when the moon was
high over Pawpaw, the old farmer took
his evening nap on the broad lounge,
and Rose and Charles Dorset were alone
upon the broad veranda. Neither had
spoken for long while. What had
been said by Charles before this silence
had fallen upon them had set Roses
heart beating wildly. He had spoken
of leaving the place, of going away from
Pawpaw. Now he leaned toward her
and looked intently into her face. She
knew that his eyes were upon her, bua
she did not lift hers. As they sat thus,
some one came unheard along the path
that led from the other side of the
house, and stood metionless in the
shadow of the trees watching them.
1t was Warren Lawrence.
"The outrageous fiirt y he said to
b imself show she leads that parson
fellow on. 1t would be fun TO hear him
get his dismissal, and see how he'd take
it. Does he think he has I chance with
her ?"
just then the "parson fellow" put his
hand on the girls arm.
"Rose," he said, softly.
Warren chuckled softly to himself
"Rose, when 1 go hence, will you go
with me? love you very dearly. L
will do all / can to make you happy.
Do you love me enough to let me,
Rose ?"
Warren Lawrence heard no onswer,
but, in moment more, he saw Roses
hessa lying ON Charles Dnrset's shout
der. He could not believe his senses.
He saw the man shower kisses on the
fair young face. He heard words of
endearment pass between them, and
still fancied himself in a dream. At
last he stole away, his rage overpower-
ing his surprise as time passed on. and
he felt that the girl he had sworn to win
had given herself to another.
He sat down on a fallen tree not far
from the farm house, and tried TO think.
He had been out cunning that day, and
his errand at the Unwin's had been to
, fer them the contents of his gamebag.
II lay at his feet, his rifle leant against
the great oak behind him. He held his
head between his hands, pressing the
temples tight between his palms, and
tried to think. but thought deserted
him. Reason fled. Blind jealousy, led
by blind passion, took possession of his
soul for the time being he was a
maniac.
For long while he sat thus, grind
ing his teeth and muttering threats be-
tween them. He had no definite pur-
pose in remaining, he only felt that he
could not meet any one, kinsman, friend
or stranger, until he felt calmer. The
moon still rode through the sky, but
now she scudded through black clouds
which were gathering rapidly. Now her
bright rim peeped from behind the dark
masses now she lay in little sea of
clear dark blue; now she has gone
again, and anon he saw her burst
brighter than ever before from her i'm
prisonment. Low mutterings arose.
The wind began to play pranks with the
scattered leaves and to toss the branches
about overhead. A sudden thunder
shower was about to break over Paw
paw. Warren Lawrence understood the
signs OF the weather as well "a any man
living, but he did not stir. What was
the tempest to him III whose heart a
wilder tempest was raging?
Soon the thunder ratified overhead.
The moon was blotted out, and only
bright lightning flashes lit the scene.
Prudent people had made the best OF.
their way Tome, and some belated Pc
destrian was hurrying along past the
place where the young man sat. He
He came with a pert, light step, and
whistled as he ran. 1t was Charles
Dorset going home to the parsonage.
He saw the slender form a mere black