The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1877-12-26
HF or rner, asked Mrs. Pomfret.

/ aF or met asked Mrs Pomfret
he, d0csn' t know yet--he hasn't opened
it; but Its something in red morocco case,
for saw that through hole In the paper,''
said Nelson. 3fER ~ 'lz
Which you tore, young shayer,' said the
/ elder boy, in aWhispcr.
/ Mrs. PoInfret had hurried down stairs. Miss
| Moss pale and trembling had sunk back in
her chair. She was leaning her arms upon
! the desk, and her face in her hands, and was
weeping silently. She said to herself: .Why
should care for Mrs. Pomfret's unkindness?
| he has been heard of. He is well perhaps
ne has sent g kind message to Cousin Rose.
lie never was ashamed to own me. Heaven
bless him ~ f
The children were all to 90 to tho play.
Poor Rose had dressed them, and they were
gone TO desert. She was just sitting down to
her weak tea and toastWhen Dahlia Domyile,
the belle Of Bloomsbury, came III.
70 Rose" she cried, ado help me with these
piaits and curls--I can't make them feel safe
land then fix this wreath for me, and am
sure that great stupid Ann has laced nv dress
aWry--l feel quite crooked
Rose complied---a hole had been missed.
While Rose, set it right, :Dahlia said: "I've
such news to tell .you, Rose Harry will be
here TO morrow
AaosG, III Hcl tAtu, lulsSeu a nOle, turned
pale and red, and for q moment felt very faint
You'll never guess what Cousin Harry is
coming for said DahIia. "ro take wife
back with him, and that wife no less person
than the belle of Bloomsbury
but thought said Rose, "you intended to
marry Mr. Philip Founder"
'Isdid, poor fellow; but must bowl him
oyer--he can't make me my LADY, and Sir
Harry can. But, oh, Rose, called on Phips
mother to-day, On the sly, and he's been called
to the bar Called! There's an horror! Think
OF that! AS he is very gifted mother says,
people are not called il they are not wanted.
looked lovely. Sill. Harry continued Dahlia,
is an ugly old bore compared to Phil, and
when Phil is Lord Chancellor, his wife win he
nay lady indeed. But might have so long
to wait and g bird in the hand is worth two
N the bush And, oh, Rose, Sir Harry has
sent such 2 lovely set Of pearls and emeralds
as q wedding present for his bride-elect. I
couldn't refuse them, though I could him, and
they must go together, suppose. How they'll
set OFT MY Lady Pomfret! All, you handsome
1ilrt, YOU" she added shaking her curls, while
addressing her own blooming image in the
the toilet-glass: "you were born to be ttmy
lady'-you know you were. How wen The
title suits my style OF beauty-now doesn't it.
Rose? But isn't it pity Sir Harry Poulfret
hasn't Pills handsome face and fine form.and
Phips wit and genius, too? Don't you uhinlx
SO, nowg' ~NH,
Rose did not-could not speak
y say, Rose, are you ill?' said Dahlia.
dow pallid and bad you do look.n
NO, | am not Ill, thank you
80, perhaps it's only the contrast of my com
plexion and yours. That's not my fault, nor
yours, either Here's Sir Harry's letter to Mr.
Pomfret-do read it."
Carriage at the door, miss said Ann, at
this moment.
Coming" cried Dahlia. "Light ne down.
ANN" and without even ssThank you!" or a
"Good-nightm she hurried away.
Rose Moss did not even remark her rude
ness. Cousin Harry's letter was in her cold
trembling hand the letter in which he offered
himself to his lovely cousin, the belle of
Bloomsbury.
mo wonder that he chooses Della" she said
to herself, s'she is SO handsome
She glanced at herself in the mirror, which
reflected very slender form, robed in deep
mourning; small delicate features, very pale
complexion, dark eyes full of tears, and a pro-
fusion OF glossy black hair, simply braided
and coiled round a little Grecian head. What
contrast to Delia's masses of golden hair
and ringlets floating down her back her bril-
llant complexion, her. scarlet lips and her tlr-
quolse eyes
How 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
were worthier of him! Can she. the admired
OF all, ever love him as /, the sighted of all,
have loyed-alas! weak, wilful heart-do love
him stll?'' I'm
Poor Rose Moss sat down by her frugal
fire, poured out her weak tea and neryed
herself to read Sir Harrys letter It ran as
follows: - =
DEAR BRoTHER-I am on the way to your
hospltable abode; lhope to dine with YOU on
New Years Day. Poor dear old Cuipepper
has lett me his estate in Cornwall, and e10,o0O
IN the funds. The house and grounds are let
at three hundred per annum for the next fif-
teen years. can now pay all my old torment
ing debts, and as lam sick to death of nv lone
ly grandeur here, / have made up my mind to
marry. Now, there is no enc here at all to my
tastldious taste, and my hopes center in GER
tain lovely cousin and belle of Bloomsbury,
who will not, think say No y to Cousin
Harry. Not that ever spoke of love to her.
| had no idea could ever pay my debts, or
make settlement on my wife, and only
fancy she rather likes me. Perhaps your kind
wife will prepare the dear girl for my arrival
and proposal, for lhave but a week to stay in
town.
Dontforget that can now snake my j can
a lady" as Falconbridge says. was half in
love with my pretty cousin when left Eng
land, but not only thought it best to ascer-
tain what the climate and mode OF life here
were, but to pay off my old Oxford and London
debts and secure some little capital before ask
ing her to leave your home. ! fnd no fault
with the climate and I like the place, and,
as | said before, dear old Culpepper has
made me E. rich am compelled to give
table richly spread, without a woman at
its head?" can bear my solitude no longer;
so if all goes well you win see me to-mor-
row. | am now at Southampton, after six
weeks at sea. Some months ago I sent over
some fms pearls and emcralds to be set by
| Garratt. They are to be wedding present for
| my brlde-elect. Garrattis to set them and send
them to your Office on New Years Eve. Take
charge Of them until Iarrive. have no time
to say a word except love to all.
Your very afectionate brother.
| HARRr PoMERET
| The cold, weak tea remained untasted--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 and laundering
knock at the door, announced the return Of
the play -goers.
Rose caught up the letter which had fallen