Daily globe., 1878-03-17
Rosan.ond Clifford.

ROsana0nd Clifford.
"Good-by, mamma, an d wish me good
luck, please!''
"Good-by, Rosamond; but as for nv
wishes, they can't signify one way or the
other. I'm nothing but forlorn rem
nant of the olden time
Rosamond Clifford turned away from
the cracked mirror in its frame of stained
wood, and went smiliDgly out in the
nlpping November air, tall blooming
damsel, with deep brown eyes, and a
lovely pink and white complexion, whose
simple black alpaca dress set off her
fresh beauty, as an antique vase might
relieve cluster Of full-blossomed roses.
Mamma said littl Helen Clifford, as
she put another shoyelful of Goals on the
carefully husbanded fire, ''do YOU feel
sorry that Rosa is going to work the sew
ing machine at the exhibition?o
Mrs. Clifford withdrew behind her pock-
et-handkerchief.
"Ah, child, it is we'll for you that you
haven my sensitive teelings!"
'Bur, mamma, why shouldn't Rosa sew
at the exhibition tair, just the same as in
the sewing machine room in Oxford
street. Where's the difference, so long as
they pay her for it?'
Mrs. Clifford shook her cap borders
Historically
" never thought to see the day when
a Clifford should be compelled to work
for a living and to work in public. too
| only wish / had been dead and buried
first?o
'Mamma, DON'T" pleaded poor little
Helen.
1T would have been great deal bet.
ter!' groaned Mrs. Clifford, 81 shouldn't
have been in the way, with my old idea,
and notions, there! I hope Sir Walter
Morton sleeps peacefully;in his bed-that
is all! [ know I couldn't, if I had cheat.
ed my cousins children out of their in
heritance!'
'But, mamma, how was it Cousin Wal
ter's fault, if the law gave him theiestate,
instead of us"
claw, indeed Nonsense When
your poor, dear papa always brought me
up in the expectation that some day Nor.
ton Place would be ours And for him
to step in-a selfish, domineering, heart
less
"But, mamma darling, you have never
seen him."
"If he had had solitary instinct of the
gentleman about him, he would have in
vited US all to make our home at Morton
Place for the rest Of our days.
Helen lifted her eyebrows shrewdly.
eff we had gained the suit, mamma,
I don't think you would have invited
Cousin Walter to make it his home at
Norton
"Go and get your knitting. Helen, "
said Mrs. Clifford, petulantly
And Helen silently obeyed.
Pretty Bosamond Clifford cried little
under her veil, as she hurried along the
streets, because her efforts to gain live
lihood We're SO little appreciated by her
mother; but it was nothing more serious
than the sparkle Of summers shower,
and when she entered the rallied off COM
partment at the exhibition, where her sew
ing machines stood, the sweet, dimplins
smile had come back to her lips once
again.
YOU'RE little late this morning, Miss
Clifford" was the comment of her employ
er. 1.-TWO or three people have inquired
about the new patent attachment al
ready"
So Rosamond sat down, heart and
hands alike occupied with the business
of the hour, entirely unconscious that she
herself was the prettiest object in the
place.
Suddenly the sound of gentleman's
voice close to her ear made her start.
"See here, Morton, you are interested
in this new improvement, as you are 60
ing to supply the industrial schools at
you "a. . with sewing machines. It is
really the best thing OUT
And Rosamend, glancing up through
her long eyelashes, saw tall, wel-made
gentleman, with bright brown eyes, chest
nut locks, and grave, pleasant mouth,
and heard him introduced to her en-
ployer as "Sir Walter Morton, of Morton
Place, Stafordshire."
The veritableICousin Walter-the mys-
terious wonder of her youth and child
hood and Rosamond felt her heart
throbbing pulse OF two faster, as the
brown, clear eyes fell upon her face.
'Miss Clifford, will you be kind enough
to run strip Of cloth through the ma
chinei Then, sir, you will perceive the man
ifest improvement in this latest attch-
ment.
But the stranger was looking, not at
the little silver plate and glancing wheel
but the fair, fushe d face which bent over
them.s
"Giford!'' he repeated slowly. 81 have
cousins by the name of Clifford
"And ! am one of those cousins said
Rosamond, courteously. s.There-you
turn this screw little, and it relieves the
tension at once, thereby improving the
stitch: for
"Allow me to claim relationship, then .
and Sir Walter Morton frankly held out
his hand. Rosamond hesitated an instant.
Her mother would have haughtily re-
pulsed the overtures of friendship; but
she and her mother had ALWAYS held diff