Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1877-12-28

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robbers, Miss Moss, you risk our beinl
murdered in our beds. Pray do not re
peat an act so very annoying tome, an,
worse still to Mr.. Pomfret."
Miss Moss bowed her head in tokel
of submission.
Ma, pas come, and wants you di
rectly. He's got letter from Unel
Harry and present"
For meP" asked Mrs. Pomfret.
"Oh, he doesn't know yet-he hasni
opened it; but it's something in a reS
morocco case, for saw that through I
hole in the paper" said Nelson.
| (Which YOU tore, young shaver
said the elder boy, in whisper.
Mrs. Pomfret had hurried down
stairs Miss Moss, pale and trembling
had sunk back in her chair She was
leaning her arms upon the desk, hel
face in her hands, and was weeping
silently. She said to herself; 'Why
should / care for Mrs. Pomfrets iln
kindnessP He has been heard Of. HI
is well-perhaps he has sent kint
message to Cousin Rose. He never
was ashamed to own me, Heaven bles.
himr'
The children were all to go to the
play. Poor Rose had dressed them
and they were gone to dessert. She
was Just sitting down to her weak tea
and toast when Dahlia Domvile, the
belle of Bloomsbury, came in.
40 Rose" she cried, "do help ms
with these plaits and curls--I can
make them feel safe-and then lixlthiS
wreath for me, and | am sure that
great stupid Ann has laced my dress
awry-I feel quite crooked
Rose complied.-a hole had beer
missed While Rose set it right, Dab.
liza said: 1--we such news to tell you,
Rose-Sir Harry will be here to-mor.
row.
Rose, in her turn, missed hole. She
turned pale and red, and for a moment
felt very faint.
"You'll never guess what Cousin
Harry is coming for" said Dahlia.
"To take wife back with him, and
that wife no less person than the
belle of Bloomsbury" gILl- 45
"But l thought" i" said Rose, "you
intended to marry Mr.. Philip Floun-
DER
81 did, poor fellow; but must bowl
him over-he can tmake me My Lady,
and Sir Harry can. But oh! Rose,
called on Phil's mother to-day, on the
slv. and he's been called to the bar.
Called! There's an honor! Think OF
that! AS his very gifted mother says,
people are not called if they are not
wanted. / saw him in his new wig and
gown He looked lovely. Sir Harry"
continued Dahlia, is an ugly old bore
compared to Phil, and when Phil is
Lord Chancellor, his wife will be MY
Lady indeed. But 1 might have sc
long to wait, and bird in the hand i,
worth two in the bush.r And oh! Rose
Sir Harry has sent me such % lovely sci
of pearls and emeralds as a wedding
present for his bride-elect | couldn't
refuse them, though could him, ant
they must go together, l suppose. How
they'll set off Ny Lady Pomfret! All
you handsome iiirt youn' she added
shaking her curls, while addressing hel
own blooming image in the toilet-glass
"you were born to be MY Lady'-yol
know you were. How well the title
suits my style of beauty-now doesn'
it, Rose? But isn't it pity Sir Harry
Pomfret hasn't Phil's handsome face
and fine form, and Phil's wit anC
genius, too? Don'tyou think so, nowp
Rose did not-could not-speak.
Il say, Rose, are you illP" said Dahlia
"How pallid and bad you do look. -
"No, am not i'll, thank YOU"
"Oh, perhaps it's only the contras
of my complexion and yours. That
not my fault, nor yours, either. Here
Sir Harry's letter to Mr. Pomfret-dc
read it. - -
"Carriage at the door, MISS" sale
Ann, at this moment. ~e er .
Coming cried Dahlia. "Ligh
me down, Ann" and without even I
"Thank youn' or " "Good-nightr' sh,
hurried away.
Rose Moss did not even remark he
rudeness. Cousin Harry letter was il
her cold, trembling hand-the letter il
which he offered himself to his lovely
cousin, the belle of Bloomsbury.
"No wonder that he chooses Della,
she said to herself, ." she. is so hand
some.n GA a1T
She glanced at herself in the mirror
which reflected a very small form, robeI
in deep mourning, small, delicate feat
ures, very pale complexion, dark eye
full of tears, and profusion of gloss,
black hair, simply braided and coilet
round.a little Grecian head. What ;
contrast to Delia's masses of colder
hair and ringlets floating down he
back, her brilliant complexion, her scar
let lips and her turquoise eyes. E r
"How handsome she looked tonight
in that green velvet and white satin
with all that point lace, and those gem'
setting off her white shoulders, fine bns
and lovely arms; but how will CousiI
Harry like such low dress and sucl
short sleeyes? He used to be so very
fastidious, so particular. Oh, that sht
were worthier of him! Can she, th'
admired of all, ever love him as 1, tn,
sighted of all, have loYed-alas! weak
willful heart-do love him still?n
Poor Rose Moss sat down by her fru
gal fire, poured out her weak tea, anC
nerved herself to read Sir Harry's let
ter. 1t ran as follows:
DEAR BRoTHER--I am on the way to YOU
hospitable abode; | hope to dine with you OF
New-Y Tears Day. Poor, dear old Culpepper ha
left me his estate in Cornwall and 'ei6000 II
the funds The house and grounds are let a
$500 per annum for the next fifteen wears.
can now pay all my old tormenting debts, and
as am sick to death OF my lonely grandeur
here, | have made up my mind to marry
Now, there is no one here at all to my fastid
ious taste, and my hopes center in eertail
lovely cousin and belle of Bloomsbury, who viii
not, think, say " MOI to Cousin Harry. No
that ! ever spoke of love 20 her. had ne
idea that could ever pay my debts, or make
settlement on my wife, and only fancyshe rath
er likes me. Perhaps your kind wife viii pre-
pare the girl for my arrival and proposal, fO
l have but week to stay in town.
Don't forget that can now make my JcaI
a lady," as Falconbridge says. ! was half Il
love with my pretty cousin when left En-
gland, but not only thought Il best TO ascer
tain what the climate and mode of life her,
were, hut to pay off my old Oxford and Lon
don debts, and TO secure some little capital
before asking her TO leave your home. fine
no fault with the climate, and like the place
and, as | said before, dear old Culpepper hal
made me rich. / am compelled TO give grant
dinners here; shut what Is a table richl,
spread without a woman at its headW caI
bear my solitude no longer; so, II all g0el
well, you will see me tomorrow. j am nov
at Southampton, after six weeks at sea Somt
months ago ] sent over some fine pearls anC
orr 10 10 ha aath hui 80 4,