The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1876-08-16

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freely.
But nearly all her time was spent in
the west drawlng-room. Miss Lining
Ion sat there, worked On a piece OF mar
velUus embroidery which mad been in Lhe
frame five years and was not done, list
ened to theological WORKS read patiently
by Rose, or maintained an unbfOken 81
lence for hours.
Rose used 10 wonder what Miss Linz
ington thought oI--Aow she felt.
There Was not Y pet OF any kind about
the house. There were no pictures, len
der ana fair, upon the walls, only The
PORTRAITS of the cold, pale. Llmingtons.
Nothing but the roses dared be fresh
and Deau.llul, at ID. uid Wood.
AS lOr Rose, it seemed Lo her that her
heart WAS dying in her bosom day by
day. Once, at twilight, after the roses
Dloomed, sue stole. outln The dark, put
uer lace among Jnen, and cried aSOnIz-
ingly.
But what had little orphan girl
taken into such a Luxurious home, II
cry for?
"RuI-tat-tat.tat-talw
" As The MASSIVE brass knocker o.
Druid w Ood mansion ever struck like
LnaL efore?
Miss Llmington looked up mutel J
rom her embroidery frame. Rose Wes
,tarted, ,nerVously, and turned, as pale
as ashes. A servants lootsLep Went
nurriedly down The nall.
A hearty, mellow Voice asking fol
Miss LlmIngton, a mans step, u mans
bearded lace, hearty kiss-acLually 8
uappy laugn.
why, Connie, did you really never
expect TO see me agaln?'
lie WAS all pUrtmanteau and overcoat
hustle and cneer.
"Chilly country, this. Do have som
ires, my dear COUSIN! How is YOU
lealth? Where is my uncle7 There's
some baggage coming up III the TRAIN to-
night anton SHAWL Tor you, Connie
,eL vi Russian lurs Tor my uncle; and
other traps. Int it nearly your lunch
Iour? fnls air Of yours keeps me nal
starved all the UImeW
Open, bland, animated face, hair and
mousUacne OF pale gold, gray eyes thai
seemed gold also, care lree laugh, and
d quick SLep.
'Aow pale you look! Why don't you
nave the sun IN mere, Connie? l should
Jnlnk you'd perish OF cold"
Miss LImiugLon murmured something
about the trees.
"HaVe them cut down all those ole
yeWs-no use at all, ana make the mouse
very unnealtny. But must see Uncle
RIlpn" starting out of his chair upul
vue hearth, where a servant had kind ed
"A blazing fire. "Go up with me, Con
nie?'
Tney went away. Rose got up from
the corner, where she had shrunk amUnl
the loug wIndoW-curLaIns, and ran vi
TO her own room.
Osband Limlngton had just returned
from his traVels-wanuerlngs Oi fouI
years. He found the race OF his ole
uncle anu guardian nearly run. Con
Stamina was still her unalterable sell
Druid Wood was denser, darker, gloom
ler, and less congenlaI TO his tastes thai
ever.
"Who is Miss West, Constantina?' p
Osband asked alter dinner.
"My cumpanion."
"Pretty, butdistressingly pale. Where
are the ord carriage horsesp
dead"
"pllhsve some more, and getyou la
dies ouL."
IL do not care for driving"
"EXcellent custom! Get a riding
habit, aud learn horsemanship, also
You don't object TO dogs, do you, Con
nIeW ...
"Dogsv said Miss ,Limington family
ayes. ColOnel Fay gave me a pair o
fox-nounds; but they snail be kept tie {
up If they trouble you."
YOU'D better keep them tied up, Os
banh."
VERY we'll. Let us 60 out ON th,
lawn, and get-some oil those -Feses."
On the lower terrace, just beneath the
cascade of vine and blossom, stood Rose
West. The fresh air had brought a lit
Tie color into her solt cheeks, and bright
ened her eyes.
"You like them, also, Miss WestP The
only pleasant thing about the place.
said Osband, ndlscrlminately. LET us
gather some, and have d little color ant
fragrance in those old drawiug.rooms
Pm almost afraid they smell of mold
No; delcIous! just come down here
connie, aud hear Lne bees buzH'
NO." said Miss Limington, from the
great arch Of the door above. "Iht
stone of the terraces is damp"
she went away, sweeping back into
the dark house.
But Osband and Rose gathered the
flowers.
"How kind he wasp she said, in hel
heart. "Her eyes were blue as gen
Jians," he thought.
Miss Limington had no desire to mar.
ry. She most earnestly wished also
that her cousin might not marry.
She could hardly expect to have such
a hope gratitied. in fact, the Wanderer
Ot lands afar most ardentiy desired a
wife and children. HIS restlessness
made fair promises OF ceasing. To be in
"a home-a domestic cirelel And here,
close, at hand, was little Rose iWest--a
face as sweet, a nature as tender as he
could ind in many aday's journey.
Osband had not a tinge OF the Lining
ton pride. He was like his lovely
mothers family; and since Rose was
lair and TomaDly, spoke with pure
and was truth ITSELF, he did
not care a straw that she Was a
orphan.
So his kindness grew kinder, and his
smile beckoned her on-sad little hearL
TO the heaven OF his love.
When a few weeks mad passed, mat.
ters came TO a crisis.
Osband was talking to Rose one morn
ing, in the breakiast-room, when Miss
Limington, who had been in her room
ior TWO days, spoke from the top OF the
Oaken stairs:
"R Ise, want you."
Rose sprang up, but 0sband put hel
geHtly back in her seat.
.Stay where you are, darling"
Then, going out into the hall, he hal
asoended The stairs, and said:
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