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

as he comes among US in new and interest
Ing character of Miss Domvile's BRIDEGROOM
elect: Pray dof your mourning on this joyful
OCCASION. You have: 4 white muslin. dreee. I i,
know-1 mean that Indian muslin, with the
gold frlnges and gold Circassian belt, Sir
y things; request you to wear it at dinner
The children have holiday, but, as have
old you. before, my high. spirited darlinGs re-
quire. rs much attention during their play
hours as during their studies." -,<r ,o
The ladies were dressing for dinnsr-at'
least, Mrs. Pomfrct and Miss Domvile were:
The latter was under the hands Of her hair
dresser: A golden mass-bows, plaits; coils, 8
real and sham-was the result. she wore thee
emerald velvet and white satin, the rich lace
and the Jewels. But, no; she would leave her
white neck and arms unadorncd, waiting his
Rose had Performed ali her tnankless ~ e,s,irs
isome tasks. Her tormentors were full
dressed and were in the drawing-room. Rose,
In her white India muslin, soft ample and
sleeves, trimmed with gold fringe, a gold
Circassian belt setting of her slender waist,
and gold comb in her fine black hair, sat in
the deserted school room; very sad; but yet
her eyes were blight and her cheeks flushed
with the fever of her spirit. She was lovely
that evening in the dress Sir Harry had sent
her from India. 49,,
A carriage droveup to the door. MI. Pom
fret rushed out to welcome his long absent
brother: He led him into the library. After
some talk on other matters, Sir Harry said:
"she is" was the reply:
"She expects and accepts me"
evening for your sake, Harry"
~ have refused dozen for hers" said Sir
Harry, laughing, "1n my part Of the world
q year on her."
"Not exclusive of her own fortune, pre-
sumo Harry?' said Mr.. Pomfret.
Her own fortune! What do yeu mean,
Tom?'
"Why, Della Domvi,e has at least"
ID elia-or, rather Dahlia Domvile! What
has that gaudy, artificial tiirt to do with it?''
why, Harry she is the belle of Blooms
"ls she, indeed? She the belle, not in my
eyes, nor in those Of any man of taste and feel
ing. The only belle Of Bloomsbury. and ofthe
whole world to my mind, is Rose--divine Rose
Rose Moss-or, rather, Moss Rose! Who
could ever compare that scentless, artificial,
gaudy Dahlia with the sweetest Moss Rose
that ever charmed the eye and embalmed the
air? No, indeed! Rose is the idol of my heart.
| have long loved her in secret, and have
fancied sometimes that she might love me-"
Harry" said Mr. Pomfret, shaking hands
with him, "I'm glad Of this. I wish you Joy,
my boy! Rose is a good girl-she'd make an
excellent wife. Now listen; she's in the
school-room, second floor front. Do you take
that candle and go quickly up stairs to her.
must nerve myself and 90 and break the
news to my wife and poor Dahlia, who is get
ting ready to receive you as her intended"
Before Mr.: Pomfret had quite done, Sir:
Harry was off. J
A timid knock att the school-room door was
followed by gentle 'Come in" A CRY, a
woman's cry, a cry of joy from her inmost
heart. followed. A word, elanee, hiss Of
love explained the misunderstanding that had
all but broken poor Roses heart. How rapid
ly hearts can mend with such rivets as Harry
had to offer! While he folded her in his arms,
and called her his love, his bride, his wife, she
wept on his shoulder, and murmured:
"Dearest, how l do love you-how l will
try to make you happy!'
, A very shrill and angry cry issued from Mrs.
Pomfret's room, where 1Mr. Pomfrct had un-
deceived her. She was furious
"That pale homeless dowdy paupcr TO be
Lady Pomfret, and take precedence of her?
1t couldn't-shouldn't be!''
Mr.. Pomfrct told her it must he. She took
refuge in hysterics-so did Miss Domvilo; but
they both recovered in time for dinner. 1t
was getting late and they were hungry.
Savory odors saluted their nostrils. These :.
odors diverted their thoughts from romance
to reality.
bring the lovers down to dinner Mrs. Po m
fret and Miss Domvie received Sir Harr !,
rather coldly and stiftly, but he was thinkin 4
only Of love and Rose, and did not notice their
frigidity and hauteur. Wellington and
Nelson bitterly repented.
'sFor," said the former to the latter, "sho
safe to peach, and then we shall g"t no Il 8
from uncle"
After dinner Sir Harry asked for the red
morocco. case, and insisted on Roses " ttj.
ing the earrings, necklace, tiara, brooch Iit
bracelets of costly pearls and emeralds.
"They are," he said, "at once q wedd i,f
present and a New Years gift."-English II .t
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