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

'Uo0d-Dye, mamma, a"u "'o" "e
good luck, please !
Good bye. Rosamond: but, as fol-
nv wishes, they can't signify one way
or tho other. I'm nothing but forlorn
remnant Of the olden time
Rosamond Clifford turned away from
the cracked mirror in its frame Of stain
cd wood, and went smillingly out iu the
nipping November air-a tall, blooming
dnnsel, with deep brown eyes, and 2
lovely pink aud white'complexioD whose
simple black alpaca dress set off hsi
fresh beauty, as an antique vase nigh!
relieve q cluster Of full-blossOmed
rosea.
Mamma. said little Helen Clifford
as she put another shovelful Of Goals on
the carefully husbsnded fire, do ynu
feel sorry that Rosa is going to work
the sewing machine at the E1hibi'
ton p
Mrs. Clifford withdrew behind bel
pocket handkerchief
sAh; child, it 10 we'll for you that yet
haveut my sensitive feelings Y }
But, mamma, why shouldn't Rosa
sew at the Exhibition fair, just the same
as in the sewing machine room in Ok
ford street! Where's the difference, Sc
long as they pay her for itP
Mrs. Clifford shook her cap borden
hysterically.
4 never thought to see the day wher
Clifford should bs compelled to wort
for a living-and to work in public
to-! I only wish I had beer dead ane
buried FIRST =
Mamma, don't : pleaded poor littl'
Helen.
1T would bave been . great deal bet
ter r groaned Mrs. Clifford, 'h'houldn'
have been in the way, with my old
fashioned ideas and notious, then /!
hope Sir Walter Morton sleeps peace.
fully in his bed that is all | know
couldn't, if / cheated my cousins chill
dren out of their inheritance
But, mamma. how was it Cousit
Walters fault, If the law gave him th'
estate, instead of us 2
Law, indeed Nonsense Whcr
your DOOR dear papa always brought mt
UP in expectation that some day Mortor
Place would be ours. And for him t
step ina selfish, domiueering, heart
less.
.But, mamma, darling, you have nsve'
seen him
IF be had had a solitary instinct o.
the gentleman about him, he woult
have iavited us all to make our home o.
Morton Place for the rest Of our days.
Helen lifted her eyebrows shrewly
If we had gained the lawsuit, nam
ma. I don't think you would have in
vited Cousin Walter to make it hi
home at Morton
10 and get your knitting, Helen,
said Mrs. Clifford, pctulantg.
And Helen silently obeyed.
Pretty Rosamond Clifford cried a lit
tie under her veil. as she hurried along
the streets, because her earnest efforts
to gain q livelihood were 50 little appre
ciated BY her mother but it was moth.
ing more serious than the sparkle Of .
summer -hower. and when she entered
the rallied off compartment at the EIhi
bition. where her sewing machine
stood, the sweet dimpliog smile hat
come back to Ter lips once sgain.
/ You're a little late this morning
Miss Clifford was the comment Of he1
employer. Two or three people hav'
inquired about the new patent attach
meut already.
So Rosamond sat down, heart ant
hands alike occupied with the business
of the hour, entirely unconscious tina
she herself was the pret,icst object ii
the place.
Suddenly, the sound Of aeentleman'
voice close to her ear made her start.
See here. Morton; you are interested
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