Omaha daily bee., 1874-04-29
THE ROSE OF TU0LUMNE.
From tie New York Times
CHAPTER l..

From the New York Times
CHAPTER L.
1t was nearly 2 o'clock in tn
morning. The lights were out il
Robinson's Hall, where there ha,
been dancing and revelry, and tn
moon, riding high, painted Tn
black windows with silver. Tn
cavalcade that an hour ago ha,
shocked the sedate pines with sons
and laughter, were all dispersed
one enamored swain had ridden
east, another west, another north
another south, and the object OF
their alteration, left within hei
bower at Chemisal Ridge, was calm
ly going to bed.
f. / regret that / am not able to inz
dictate the exact stage of that pro-
cess. Two chairs were already
filled with delicate enwrappings and
white confusion, and the young lady
herself, half hidden in the silky
threads of her yellow hair, had at
one time borne a faint resemblance
to a 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 so 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 q general thing don't
raise their heads much Z look
after me-" she had said with superb
frankness to one of her loYens-
1'The expression Of "The Rose
tonight was contentedly placid.
She walked slowly TO the window,
and, making the smallest possible
peep-hole through the curtain,
looked out. The motionless figure of
a horseman still fingered on the
road, with an excess of devotion
that only a coquette or a woman
very much in love could tolerate.
"The Rose, at that moment was
neither, and after a reasonable
pause turned away, saying quite au-
dibly, that it was 'Itoo ridiculous for
anything" AS she came back to
her dressing-table it was oticedt that
she walked steadily and erect, with
out that slight affection of lameness
common to people with whom bare
feet are only an episode. Indeed, it
was only four years ago that, with
out shoes or stockings, a long
limbed, colty girl, in a waistless
calico gown, she had leaped from
the tail-board OF her fathers emil |
grant wagon, when it first drew up
at Chemisal Ridge. Certain wild
habits Of the rose bad outlived trans
planting and cultivation.
A knock at the door surprised her.
In another moment she had leaped
into bed, and, with darkly-frownin.
eyes, from its secure receSses de-
manded, "Who,s there ga
An apologize murnur on the
other side of the door was the re-
spcnse.
"Why-father-is that you %.
There were further murmurs,
deprecatory and persist
ent.
"Wait," said the Rose. She got
up, unlocked the door, leaped
lilmbly into bed again, and said,
The door opened Iimidly. The
broad, STOPPING shoulders and griz-
zled head of a man past the middle
age appeared; after a moments
a pair of large diffident
feet shod with canvass slippers con-
to follow. When the APP
partition was complete it closed the
ioor softly, and stood there-a very
'hy ghost indeed, with apparently
more than the usual spiritual in
to begin a conversation.
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"Do, father, / declare "a
"You was abed, jimmy" said Mr..
McClosky, slowly, glancing with
! singular mixture OF masculine awe
md paternal pride upon the two
,hairs and their contents. "You
vas abed and ondressed."
al was"
"Surely," said Mr.. McClosky,
himself on the extreme
,dge of the bed, and painfully tuck
ng his feet away under it, '.sure-
"" After a pause he rubbed a
hort, thick, stumpy beard, that
,ore a general resemblance to q
backing brush, with
he palm of his hand, and he went
III !; "You had a good time, Jinny?"
eyes, father"
'They vas all there ?.i
ayes; Rance and York and Ryder
md Jack"
"And Jack |" Mr.. McClosky en-
ieavored to throw an expression of
lrch inquiry into his small, tremu-
Gus eyes; but, meeting the una
widely-opened lid of his
laughter, he winked rapidly and
to the roots of his hair.
ayes, Jack was there" said Jen-
", without change of color or the
east self-consciousness i'm her great
ray eyes, t.and he came home with
me-" She paused a moment, lock-
ng her two hands under her head,
nd assuming q more comfortable
'osition on the pillow. "He asked
ne that same question again, father,
nd L said Yes Its TO be-soon.
We're going to live at -Four Forks,
n his W house, and next winter d.
going to Sacramento. l sup
'ose it's all right, father, eh ?" She
the question with q
light kick through the bed-clothes, =
IS the parental McClosky had fallen
nto an abstract reverie.
ayes, surely" said Mr.. McClosky, !,
himself with some con- !
After a pause he looked d,
lown at the ~bed-clOthes, and, pat /
ing them tenderly, continued: "you
couldn't have done better, Jimmy.
They isn't a girl in Toulumne ez
'ould strike it as rich ez you hev-
if they got the chance" He
'aused again, and then said, "Jin-
Typ" /:
"Yes, father"
"You'se In bed and addressed :"
eyes"
"You couldn't" said Mr.. McClos-
", glancing hopelessly at the two
hairs and slowly rubbing his chin,
won couldn't dress Yourself apin-