The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1875-06-24
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tone, begged aims foE the love OF
heaven.
1T would be a sorry pretence OF
piety, laughed Maude, in geOd-humor-
ed scorn, to besto charity on such A.
you. I recognize the professional
/ whim which proves YOU to be no stran.
Ger to the calling. You have chosen a
poor place for youT trade, good woman.
You had muoh better return to the
| city. Come, Rose ;" and she drew the
trembling form of her cousin closer,
and turned away.
But Rose. trembling and afraid, yet
with all her generous soul shining IN
her eyes, broke from Maude's OBTAINING
grasp and went hack to the spot where
the beggsr stood, motionless, with ost-
stretched hand.
Here" she said, hurriedly; "I
have not much, but such as it IS give
ii freely. 1 could not sleep this night
knowing that any one was suffering for
wants that could relieve. Take it, it
viii buy you food and shelter for the
night.
She took from her finger a gold ring,
set with turquoise, and dropped it into
the beggar's outstretched palm.
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Among the ancient walks and prim
parterres of the garden at De Peyster
Hall stood Rose, her clear fresh voice
winding in and out among the trills and
quayers Of one Of Keziah's oid-time
melodies. The dew shone like di-
amonds on the flowers which she was
gathering, as she sang, for fresh bo-
quets for the parlor vases.
A shadow fell across the path, and
ske Looked up suddenly to meet the
-os-rncA foe. = - Tof,sEs~,1a H,~
Rose, he said quietly, "I have
made discovery. I have found that
life will be uncomfortable to me unless
shared with you. Win you be my
wife 2"
A sudden fame dyed her cheeks scar
let, but she looked up bravely and
steadily with that frank, innocent, ex-
preston which was the chief charm Of
her expressive countensnce.
You are high-born and fastidious,
Mr.. Huntington you will be wealthy
some day. I am only a little country
girl, without culture or riches, indebted
30 my cousin Maude for the shelter OF
home. Seek some other bride more
fitted for your station, who can bring
you better dover than pretty face"
She spoke in tones cool and even, but
with yearning in her eyes which be-
lied her words.
Philip read their expression with
eager Joy.
"Such as you are you can be all the
world to me. / viii never marry any
woman but you, Rose. As for my
wealth, he added, with bitter smile,
sit was only n dream, never to be re-
allied. Contrary to all expectations,
the lawsuit of Wales vs. Hume has been
decided IN favor of the defendant, and
am as poor as yourself. But I thought
hoped-it would make no difference
with you. Can you marry q poor man,
ROseF" She turned to him with a
triumphant light in her shining brown
eyes.
"The lawsuit which has impoverished
you has made me the richest heiress in
the country. The old heritage of the
De Peystcrs is mine; and to think that
never knew all this time who was my
opponent But I rejoice only that 1
can bestow it all upon you, Philip"
"And /, said Philip, ''can give you
only this. You will forgive my mas
qGerading, Rose, since il has won you q
husband and me q fortune" And he
slipped upon her slender finger little
turquoise ring.
Maude shone no longer as the ex-
elusive star in the world of fashion, but
divided the hOnors of bellehoOd with
society's new favorite, the naive and
fascinating Mrs. Huntington.
And when Rose and Philip received
cards for the ceremony which trans
formed her into Mrs. Guy JefIords, they
never dreamed that the little romance
enacted the summer before at De
Peyster Hall had destroyed the one
love dream of Maude's life.