The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1878-02-06
RosAwosD cIFFoRD.

Good bye. msmna, and wish me
good luck, please !"
Good bye, RosamoGd ba; as for
my wishes, they can't signify one
way or the other Pm nothing but q
/ forlorn remnant of the olden time
Rosimond Clifford turLed away
from the cracked mirror in its frame
Of stained wood, and went sniiingly
out in the nipping November air--s
/ tall, blooming damsel, with deep
brown eyes, a1d a lovely pink and
white complexion, whose simple black
alpaca dress set eff her fresh beauty,
az an antique vase might relieve a
cluster cf full blossomed roses.
Mamma, said little Helen GilfJrd,
as she put another sboyeliul Of Goals
on the carefully hasbaudod fire, do
you teel sorry that Rosa is going to
work the sewing machines at the eX
hibition.
Mrs. Clifford withdrew behind her
/ pocket handkerchief
'Ah, child, il's we'll f9r yen that
Won haven't nv sensitive feelings =
Bat, mamma, why shouldn't Rosa
sew at the Exhibition fair, Just the
same as in the sewing machine room
in Oxf0rd streetg Where's the dh
ference, 50 long as they pay Der tpr
litY
Mrs. Clifford shook her esp borders
hysterically.
4 never thought to see the day
when Clifford should be compelled
to work for q living - and to work
in public, tool 1 only wish | had
been dead and buried iIstp
Mamma, don'tn pleaded poor
little Helen.
1T would have beer a great deal
better! groaned Mrs. Clifford 4
shouldn't have been in the way, with
my cid fashioned ideas and notions,
them hope Sir Walter Morton
sleeps peacefully in his bed-that is
all! | know | coulda't, if cheated
my cousins children out Ct their IN
heritancer =
But, mamma, how was it Cousin
Walters fault, if the law gave him
the estate, instead of US 2
Law, indeed Nonsense! When
your poor dear papa always brought
me up in expectation that some day
Morton place would be ours And
to see him step ina selfish, domin.
eering, heartless-'
But mamma, darling, you have
never seen him.
If be bad had a solitary instinct
of the gentleman about him, he would
have invited Us all to make our home
at Morton Place for the rest Of our
days.
Helen lifted her eyebrows shrewd-
ly.
If we had gained the lawsuit,
mamma, | don't think you would
have invited Cousin Walter TO make
Morton Place bis home
Go aad get your knitting, Helen,
said Mrs. Clifford, petulanlly.
And Helen silently obeyed.
Pretty Rosam9nd Clifford cried
little under her veil, as she hurried
along the streets, because her earnest
efforts to earn q livelihood were So
little appreciated by her mottor;
but it was nothing mere serious than
the sparkle Of summer shower, and
when she entered the rallied Of com
psr.ment a. the Exhibition, where
her sewing msehine stood, the sweet
dimplng smile had come back to her
lips once again.
'You arc a little late this morning,
Miss Clifford was the comment OF
her employer Two or three people
have inquired about the patent aJ
tachment already
So Bcsamond sat down, heart and
bands alike occupied with the busi
ness of the hour, entirely unconscious
that she herself was the prct,iest oh !
ject in the place.
Suddenly the sound Of a gentle
mans voice close to her ear made her
start.
See here, Morton; you are in
terested in this new improvement i'll
you are going to supply the indus
trial schools at your place with sew
ing machines, 1t is rea lly the best
thing OUT
And Rcsamond glancing up through
her long eyelashes, saw q tall, well
made gentleman, with bright brown
ewes, chestnut lNcks, aud q grave |
pleasant mouth, cad heard him in-
iroduced to her employer as Sir
Walter Morton, of Morton Place.
Stafordshire.'
The veritable Cousin Walter-tbe I
mysterious wonder of her youth aud
childhood-and Rosamond felt her
heart beat pulse or two faster, IS
the clear, brown eyes fell upon btrl
face.
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