The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1877-12-27

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looked lovely: Sir Harry, !" continued Dahlia,
"is an ugly old bore compared TO Phil, an ::
when. Phil is Lord Chancellor, his wife win be
my LADY indeed. But I might have 80 long
to wait, and a bird in the hand is worth two
In the bush And, OH, Rose, Sir Harry has
sent such lovely set Of pearls and emeralds
as q wedding present for his bridcelcct. =
couldn't refuse them, though could him, and
they must 60 together T suppose. How they'll
sct,otf my Lady Pomfret! 'Ah, you handsome
nirt, you" she added, shaking her ci1rls, while
the toilet-glass: "you were born to be my
lady'-you know you were. How well the
title suits my style of beauty-now doesn't it,
Rose? But isn't it a pity Sir Harry Pomfret
hasn't Phirs handsome face and fine form and
Phips wit and genius, too? Don't you think
Rose did not-could not-speak.
1T say, Rose, are you ill:'' said Dahlia.
"How pallid and bad you do look" .,'.
mo, am not ill, thank you.' .
20, perhaps it's only the contrast of my CON-
plexlon and yours. That's not my fault, nor
{Suaf; sit1s5 reaS MSff M Sir H"rry letter to Mr.
Carriage at the door, MISS" said ANN, at
Coming" cried Dahlia. Light me down,
Ann" and without even a 'Thank you!" or a
"Good-nightp she hurried away.
Rose Moss did not even remark her rude
ness. Cousin Harry's letter was in her cold
trembling hand-thc letter in which he offered
himself to his lovely cousin, the belle of
Bloomsbury.
mo wonder that he chooses Della" Sue said
to herself, "she is SO handsome"
She glanced at herself in the mirror, which
reflected q very slender form, robed in deep
mourning; small delicate features, a very pale
complexion, dark eyes full of tears, and pro-
fusion Of glossy black hair, simply braided
and coiled round q little Grecian head What
contrast to Delia's masses of golden hair
and ringlets floating down her back, her bril-
liant complexion, her scarlet lips and her tur-
| quoise eyes.
"now handsome she looked tonight, in that
green velvet and white satin, with all that
point lace, and those gems setting off her
white shoulders, fine bust and lovely arms !;
but how will Cousin Harry like such low
dress and such short sleeves? He used to be
so very fastidious, SO particular. Oh, that she
were worthier of him! Can she. the admired
OF all, ever love him as /, the slightcd of all,
have loycd-alas! weak, wilful heart-do love
him stil?'
Poor Rose Moss sat down by her frugal
fire, poured out her weak tea, and nerved
herself to read Sir Harry's letter. 1t ran as
follows:
DEAR BRoTHER-1 am on the way to your
hospitable abode; hope to dine with you on
has left me his estate in Cornwall, and 10000
in the funds. The house and grounds arc let
at three hundred per annum for the next fif-
teen years. | can now pay all my old torment
ing debts, and as am sick to death of my lone
ly grandeur here, have made up my mind to
fastidious taste, and my hopes center in GER
tain lovely cousin and belle of Bloomsbury,
who will not, think, say "No" to Cousin
Harry. Not that ever spoke of love to her.
had no idea could ever pay my debts, or
make q settlement on my wife, and only
wife will prepare the dear girl for my arrival
and proposal, for / have but q week to stay in
town.
Don't forget that can now "makc my Jean
lady," as Falconbridge says. l was half in
love with my pretty cousin when left Eng
land, but not only thought it best to ascer-
; ~ere but to I pay off my old oSord al and IL London @
debts and secure some little capital before ask.
ing her to leave your home. ! find no fault
with the climate and like the place, and,
as | said before, dear old Culpepper has
made mao hs me s;ar, rich Ian am compelled to give
its heads" 1 can bear my solitude no longer;
SO if all goes we'll you will see me to-mor-
row. l am now at southampton, after six
weeks at sea. Some months ago l sent over
some fine pearls and emeralds to be set by
CARAT. They are to be wedding present for
them to your Office on New Years Eve. Take
charge Of them until arrive. have no time
to say word except love to all.
Your very atlectionatc brother.
HARRY PoxFKEr.
The cold weak tea remained untastcd--so
did the dry toast. The frugal fire went out,
and still Rose Moss sat, cold and sick at heart,
weeping silently. At half past twelve the
sound Of carriage wheels aud laundering
the play
Rose caught up the letter which had fallen
at her feet, hurried into her bedroom, locked
| the door, and threw herself on her hard cur
tainless bed. Presently the nursery maid tap
ped at the door.
Please, miss, missus says viii you give the
children their supper, and plait and curl their
hairs: as Sir Harry is coming tomorrow, and
they must be done, though they are ever cross
and sleepy"
"Tell your mistress" said Rose Moss, "that
I have bad headache, and fell too i'll to get
up"
Ann'grumblcd as she went, saying to herself:
well, is ever! no, l never! such airs, and
she's only guinness"
She soon returned.
"Please, miss: missus says if you'll just plat
and curl the young ladies' hair, you may go to
II am too ill and tired to do it." said Rose,
nerved by despair to defy Mrs. Pomfret's tyran-
"A few minutes later the belle of Bloomsbury
raped at poor Roses door.
"Do let me in, Rosc," she cried, II want
your help in dressing, and have SO much to
tell YOU
Poor Rose could not refuse She hoped to
hear more Of Sir HarrY's offer.
"Phl Founder, that handsome barristcr,
| proposed to me tonight" she said, but I, OF
| course, refused him. 1 like him best, but he
cannot make me my lady, nor give me perals
! and emeralds. hope Phil won't shoot him.
self for me. He was in despair. How long
you are in unlacing this bodice. Don't pull
my hair I am very cross. Phil says that
For nearly an hour the telle tormented poor
Rose with her boasts and her rernorse, and
went of at last without sayixg goodnight.
Ann did not come again, but all the children
as they went to bed, led on by Wellington
and Nelson. thumpcd and kicked at Rose
Moss door, and wellington shouted through
the key hole, Wont you catch it TO- morrow,
! into you and no mistake"
CHAPTER ia SURPRISE.
The morrow came. Rose had long been
promised holiday on the 1st of January
She had engaged to spend it with an old
school fellow living at Clapham, end newly
married. It was love.match. The young
couple Tere Iery poo5' but IT. ve.y a3 kind to & Rose
where love was" Added to this, she longed
| fo oct awav She c0,1ld mt calmly meat