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

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Tomorrow came. Rose had long
been promised a holiday on the 1st of
January. She had engaged to spend it
ham, and newly married. 1t was a
love match. The young couple were
very poor, but very kind to Rose, and
she looked forward TO. the a. dinner of
herbs where love was" Added to this,
she longed to get away. She could not
calmly meet the man she loved rs the
aflianccd of another. .
\ Mrs. Pomfret sent for Miss Moss be-
fore Breakfast Rose was already
dressed for her excursion. . a..E
T"I cannot spare you to-day she
said. "You must put off your holi-
day. Any day will do quite as well for
mot so, Mrs. Pomfret," said Rose;
"my friends expect me-"
"Then they will enjoy the pleasure
of eXpectation--the greatest of all pleas
ures, the noralists tell up. require
your services to-day. pay for them.
Added to which, Sir Harry, through
whose kind intercession you are lodged,
boarded and salaried in this elegant
and happy home, is expected to dinner
here to-day. Mr.. Pomfret wishes YOU
to dine at table, to meet him. Your
absence would be ungrateful and dis
respectful, particularly as he comes
among us in the new and interesting
character Of Miss Domvile bridegroom
elect. Pray doff your mourning on this
| joyful occasion. You have white
muslin dress, know-I mean that In
dian muslin, with the gold fringcs and
gold Circassian belt, Sir Harry sent you
when she sent us all such lovely things
| request you to wear it at dinner. The
children have a holiday, but, as have
Etold you BEFORE my high-spirited dar.
lings require as much attention during
their play hours as during their stud.
les" .--,
The ladies were dressing for dinner
Atheist, Mrs. Pomfret and Miss Dom.
vile were. The latter was under the
hands. of q hair-dresser. A golden
mass-bows, plaits, coils, real and
sham-was the result. She wore the
emerald velvet and white satin, the
rich lace and the jewels. But, no; she
would leave her white neck and arms
unadorned, waiting his New-Ycar'
gift. 9...uT
Rose had performed all her thank.
less wearisome tasks. Her tormentors
were full-dressed and were in the draw.
-ing-room. Rose, in her white India
muslin, soft, ample and flowing,
with a demi-train, hanging sleeves
trimmed with gold fringe, gold Cir.
cassian belt setting off her slender
waist, and gold comb in her fine
black hair, sat in the deserted school.
room, very sad, but yet her eyes were
bright and her cheeks flushed with the
fever of the spirit. She was lovely that
evening in the-Clress Sir Harry had sent
her from India.
/ A carriage drove up to the door. Mr.
Pomfrot rushed out to welcome his
long-absent brother. He led him into
the library. After some talk on Other
matters, Sir Harry said: "The darling
girl is here, | hope?n
''She is," was the reply.
"She expects and accepts me?'
" SHE does. She refused good Offer
last evening for your sake, Harry
II have refused dozen for hers
said Sir Harry, laughing. "In my
part of the world ladies propose. Tom
| shall settle a thousand year on her. y
mot exclusive of her own fortune,
presume, HarryP" said Mr.. Pomfret.
Her own fortune! What do you
mean, Tomp'' a-'-
I "Why, Della Domvile has at least
80 Dclia-or rather Dahlia-Domvile,
What has that gaudY, artificial iiirt tc
do withilP''I.I oII.5i ~ =
/ "Why, Harry, she is, the belle Of
Bloomsbury" e0ssItf iGH r.
"Is she, indeed? She the belle! Not
in my eyes, nor in those of any man OF
taste or feeling. The only belle OF
Bloomsbury, and of the whole world, tc
my mind, is Rose-divinc Rosc-Rosc
MOss-or, rather, Moss Rose! Who
could ever compare that scentless, arti.
fetal, 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 l have
long loved her in secret, and l have
fanced sometimes that she might love
me"
"Harry,p said MIR. Pomfet, shaking
hands with him, I'm glad of this.
wish you Joy, my boyl Rose is a good
Egirl-she'd make an excellent wife.
Now listen; she in the school room,
second-iloor front, bDo you take that
candle and go quickly upstairs to her.
| must nerve, myself and 60 and break
tthe news to my wife and poor Dahlia,
who is getting ready to receive you as
her intended. ."
Before Mr.. Pomfret had quite done,
Sir Harry was off. - 1884 Y. ~ --
A timid knock at the school-room
door was followed by a gentle - Come
in" A cry, woman's cry, cry OF
! Joy from her inmost heart, followed. A
word, glance, a kiss of love explained
the misunderstanding that had all but
broken poor Roses heart. How rapid
| ly hearts can. mend with such riyets 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:e rle
Dearest, how do. love you--how
will try TO make you happyr'
A very shrill and angry cry issued
l from Mrs. Pomfrets room, where Mr..
Pomfret had undeceived her. She was
furious, n l-fe nd t.r
That pale, homeless, dowdy pauper
to be Lady Pomfret,, and take preee.
dence Of herP 1t couldn't-shOuldn' be-
Mr.. Pomfret told her it must be. She
took refuge in hysterics-so did Miss
Domvile; but they both recovered in
time for dinner. 1t was getting late
and they were hungry. SayOry odors
saluted their nostrils. These odors di,
verted their thoughts from romance To
reality, -. tt,E
room to bring the lovers down TO din
ner. Mrs. Pomfret and Miss Domvile