The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1878-05-14

your place with sewing machines. 1t is
really tho best thing out
And Rosamopd glancing up through
her long eyelashes, saw tall. we'll made
gentleman, with bright brown eyes,
chestnut locks and a grave, pleasant
mouth, and heard him introduced to
her employer as Sir Walter Morton, OF
\ Morton Place, Stafordshire.
4 The veritable Cousin Walter-the
mysterious wonder of her youth and
childhood-and Rossmond felt her
heart throbbing pulse or two faster,
as the brown, clear eyes fell upon her
face.
miss Clifford, will you be kind
enough to run strip of cloth through
\ tho machine9 Then, sir, you will per-
ceive the manifest Improvement in this
latest attachment"
But the stranger was looking, not at
the little silver plate and glancing
wheel. but ct the fair, flushed face
which bent over them.
"Giford !" he repeated, slowly. 81
have cousins by the name Of Clifford"
"And i am one Of those cousins"
said Rosamond, couragsously. There
you turn this screw little, and it re-
lieyes the tension at once, thereby i'm.
proving the stitch; for"
"Allow mo to claim relationship,
then :" and Sir Walter Morton frankly
held out his hand. Rosamond hesita-
ted an instant. Her mother would
have haughtily repulsed the overtures
Of friendship; but she and her mother
I had always held different theories on
the subject Of Sir Walter Morton. So
she put her hand in his.
ii am glad to meet you" said Nor
ton. "I should have met you before,
but letter from your mother"
Yes raid Rosamond, coloring deeply
Il know how my mother feels. Shall
l show you about those machines
nowr
'Ars you exhibiting thems'
Yes. 1 am earning my own liv-
ing
Morton's fine face lit up.
'And honor you for it. Yes, you
may show me, if you please. I aul
Just ordering few for some schools |
have established
And when Sir Walter Morton took
his leave, the man Of sewing machines
came gleefully to Ros,mond's side.
Your cousin has ordered dozen,
\ Miss Clifford. wish we had a few more
!. customers like him"
Sir Walter Morton cane again the
next day to examine into one or two
knotty points respecting the machinery
and stayed until Rosamond got up to
put on her shawl and bonnet.
You are going home 7" he asked.
Yes, Miss Morrison takes my place
in the evening" she replied
But tits quite dark; you must let
mt zee you home,
yes but-Dy mother
| Morton laughed. Il comprehend.
I am no special favorite with her. But
can preserve prudent incoguito.
Let me BE- Mr.. Walters
| Aud Rosamond, who was really lit
tie ,imid concerning that long lonely
walk in the dusk, aud who was begin
ming to like and trust her new-found
relative, consented.
Mrs. Clifford received the newcomer
with stately dignity. !.
I'm sure, I'm very happy to meet
you SIR she said. ANY friend Of Ro-
samoud's will always be welcome 10 me,
ADD wish I could receive you 10 more
fitting manner. We have not always
been what we ars--nor should We be
now il law and justice were anything
but mere meaningless namos.'
Indeed ~ said Morton, smiling Curl
ously, while Ro-amond felt as if her
face was all on FIRE.
mo, sir" said Mrs. Clifford, the bows
on her lace cap quivering with the en-
phasis she used. IF We had our rights
We should have been the Giifords Of
the Morton Place, and my daughter
Rosamond, instead of exhibiting sewing
machines, would have been sitting in
silks and velvets. But VIC have been
deprived Of our rightful inheritance BY
a 6end in human shape, named Walter
Morton. Perhaps you have heard Of
che great law suit Z
"I think have faint recollection Of
it." said Mr.. Walters, gravely.
"Mamma," interrupted Rosamond,
: ;n voice of distress, "these-these
family matters cannot be interesting to
u stranger, and"
Excuse mel" said Mrs Clifford,
drawing herself up prinly. "Of course,
I am in the wrong-I always am--only
it isn't exactly pleasant to be told OF it
by my own daughter j. ..
Mamma. you know / didn't mean
thatp
But Mrs Clifford declined to be pro-
pitiaied on any terms, and sat stiff aud
prlm the remainder of the evening, full
of uuspoken reminisoeuoe of 1.-THE great
lawsuit" -.
He will never come to zee us again"
was Rosamond's rcgretful thought, as
she laid her flushed checks on the pill
low that night, with little Helen's fra
gr,t brenth mingled with her own.