The anti-monopolist. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1874-1878, 1876-06-29

least like this Rose Ashurst was one of
those born enchantresses who reign not only
by intention, but by right Her beauty
would have been remarkable had not h.r
charm been more remarkable. Her wit and
talent were balanced by sweet good hu>
NOR which pervaded every word and act
and favored all with fascination Tact,
culture, the perfect self>po-ession which
verges upon self-forgettulness, lent their
aid to complete her attractions And all
was real There was no pretense about
Miss Ashurst. The kind looks which beam
ed from her beautiful eyes sprung from a
kind heart She threw herself into the in>
terest OF every human creature who ap
preached her with warmth born of true
sympathy. No wonder she was popular.
Popularity hardly spoiled her. She receiv
ed her daily ovation as matter of course,
half indiferently, half gratefully, always
with a modest grace which enhanced her
effect. dangerous woman this to bring
into propinquity vita susceptible youths
Poor Amy
But Amy, too, felt the charm. The daz-
cling brown eyes which had bewitched so
many hearts worked their spell upon hers
at once, and she lent delighted aid in set
tling the new conner and her belongings
This month in Pemigewasset was sudden
within of Miss Ashurst's She wanted
quiet and a place to write in, and the old
home cad in which her great grandmother
Was born seeming to meet these conditions,
she wrote to offer herself as an inmate; and
Mrs. Mauran, who was glad to add to her
small income by an occasional boader, gave
pleased consent All manner of pretty
things came out Of the trunks to adorn the
simple chamber. Miss Ashurst could not
live without artistic surroundings, and trav-
eled always with photographs sketches,
books, small articles OF virtu. and its Of
bright color in this or that. These disposed
on walls and table, with daintily frilled and
embroidered covers laid over the old-tash~
Toned pillows, an easel with its canvasses
and oil tubes in one corner Miss Ashurst
wrote books, sweet-taced Madonna on
ivory, !, few flowers grouped in classic
vase made the homely keeping room cham-
Der over into a bower OF romance, simple
Amy thought. She stood as in dream in
hailing the perfume Of wide luxurious life,
of whole world Of sensations and sights
unknown till now, and scarcely compre-
hended.
..There.' said Miss Ashurst, giving the
last touch to her vase of clemats and roses,
.'now shall do beautifully. What pleas
ant room tnis is. The very exposure | like
best, and such sweet view. Ii is just the
room to work in. | am glad your mother
let me come, Amy. | may call you Amy,
may not? We are relatives you know
far away, but still relatives
son yes, please do, cried Amy every
one calls me So"
..How lovely she isl was her solloquy
as she went down stairs II wonder what
Phil will think of her. He VIII be surprs
ed, I'm sure, but he must admire her; he
cau't help it.
She watched the expression of his eyes at
tea time, but 1t told her nothing. Phil
scarcely spoke He looked at Miss Ashurt
Il great deal, but Amy could only guess what
the looks meant.
"Well?' she said, inferrogatively, as they
met on the door steps after tea.
Nv ell, responded Phil.
what do you think, Isn't she ',retty9'
Pretty with an indignant reflection
Why, Phil, how can you help thinking
SOL
pretty is not the word at all She is SUI
1 perb-beautiful /"
II thought you would think so,' sait
Amy, cheerfully but with little structure
at her heart.
Yes Shes not my style, of course; but
| she is woman III thousand. No wonder
she has been such a belle all her life
''I'm SO glad you admire her. Now you
won't mind her being here, and you'll b'
polite to her won't you Phil?''
..Oh. yes I'll do whatever you wish" re
piled Phil, with a carelessness which wa.
half affected.
"She's not Phillips Style" whispere,
Amy to her pillow that night, and fell ASLEEP
with the taismanic sentence on her lis.
" Alas how easily things so wrong.
A word too much, or kiss too long.
And there faleth mist and binding rain
And life is never the same again.
sings George Macdonald. Things wen
wrong" in little Amy's world during tn
next fortnight. Was it only the prescenc
OF coming mists which darkened the blue
aud made the days sad. Was it only fsolisi
jealousy. CIR WASH sometaing tangible! She
made herself miserable over these ques
lions She scolded herself but scolding die
no good; the wrung, hurt feeling would not
leave her, And yet why was she hurt
Was il not natural and right that Phillip
should be attentive to their guest, who has
| on him. as on her. the claim of kindret
blood-;his guest who was SO charming
For Amy never denied the charm: she fel
it herself too strongly. Was it not thever,
thing she had asked him TO do. Yes. bu
yet-but yet-Ail these reflections endel b,
deepening the vague unhappiness. Nign
| after night she sat alone on the DOORSTEP
AMI watched the boat glide of into the moon
light Phil at the oars, Miss Ashur
with the ,iller ropes in her whit
aanis ..Come with us, they Away
said: but when she murmured al
excuse. they passed on cheetully wiiaou
DER. Yes ii haa come that; Phillip wen
without her. an1 liked 1t just IS well. Tt
world-her world-had changed--Woul'
IT ever be 1.-THE same again.
Phillip was in temporary dazzle of ad
miratiou: he neither reasoned nor reflected
But for Miss Ashurst. no, slightest gl,mps
Of the truth had crossed her mind. Sh
thought Amy sweet. pretty child but sh Y
and busy with household matters. IS tn
only daughter of widow in poor circum
cts mn uafuroffr- 30 ENr phil he E