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ferent theories on the subject Of Sir Wal
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ter from your mother
es. said Rosamond, color1ng deeply;
u know how mother feels. Shall show
you about the machines now2''
6 Are you exhibiting them!,
Yes, | am earning my own living"
Morton's fine face lighted up.
"And l honor you for it. Yes, YOU
may show me, if you please. am Just
ordering a few for some schools [ have
established
And when Sir Walter Morton took his
leave, the man Of sewing machines came
gleelully to RosamoHds side.
''Your cousin has ordered a dozen,
Miss Clifford, l wish we had a few more
customers like him.
Sir Walter Morton came again the next
day, to examine into one or two knotty
points respecting themachinery and stayed
until Rasamond got up to put on her
shawl and bonnet.
You are going home2" he asked.
Yes: Miss Morrison takes my place
in the evening"" she replied.
'But it is quite dark; you must let me
see you home"
" Yes but-mother?"
Morton laughed. 81 comprehend. I
am no special favorite with her. Let me
be Mr.. Walters
And Rosamond, who really was little
timid concerning that long, lonely walk
IN the dusk, and who was beginning to
like and trust her .new-found relative.
consented.
MIS-. Clifford received the new conner
with stately dignity.
I'm sure I'm very happy to meet you
SIR she said. ANY friend of Rosamond's
will always be welcome to me, and only
wish could receive you in more fit
ting manner. We have not always been
what we are-nor should we now if law
and justice were anything but mere mean
ingless Names
"Indeed!'' said Morton, smiling curl
Ously, while Rosamond 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, eff we had our rights,
we should have been the Giffords of Nor
ton Place, and my daughter Rosamond,
| instead of exhibiting sewing machines,
would have been sitting in silks and vel
vets. But we have been deprived of our
rightful inheritance by fend in human
shape, named Walter Morton. Perhaps
you have heard of the great lawsuit?"
II think have a faint recollection of
it," said Mr.. Walters, graveiy.
Mamma" interrupted Rosamond, in
a voice of distress, these family
matters cannot be interesting to stran-
ger, and
i
ing herself up primly. "Of course am
in the wrong-I always am-only it isn't
pleasant to be told of it by my own
daughter!'
Mamma, you know I didn't mean
that.'
But Mrs. Clifford declined to be lropi-
tiated on any terms, and sat stiff and prim
the remainder of the evening, full Of un-
spoken "reminiscences Of sthe great law
suit
He will never come near us again, .
was Rosamond's s regretful thought, as she
laid her flushed checks on the pillow
that night, with little Helen's fragrant
breath mingling with her own.
But Rosamond was mistaken. 'Mr,
Walters" did come again, the very next
evening but one; and again, and yet
| again!
You are looking pale, Miss Gitford d."
| he said, the last time.
"It is one of the misfortunes of our re-
| duced station in life," Mrs. Clifford sigh
ed, "that Rosamond is obliged to lead
too sedentary lite!'
"a little walk would bring the roses
back to your cheek" said Mr.. Walters.
ut is lovely moonlight might. Will
you Gomez"
! Mrs. Clifford nodded her sanction: and
Rosamond put on the tartan shawl and
the little round hat with the red-bird's
wing in front, and slipped her arm
through that of her cousin
'Rosamond, said Sir, Walter Morton,
after they had walked little way in 81
lence, "the exhibition closes to morrow"
eyes" said she regretfully.
"And with it closes your work!''
"Yes, wish could hear of some new
engagement
Morton drew her arm closer in his
II know Of one, Rosamond, but don't
exactly know wether it would suit you"
"What is it,"
II want to engage you, Rosamond-
to be my wife,
Mrs. Clifford had looked up at the
clock half dozen times, true to her in
stinct cf always worrying about some
thing, before Roamond came back.
Child!' she croaked, 81 do You see
what time it is? Where is Mr.. Walters?''
"He would not come in. He is com
ing to see you tomorrow, mamma"
To see me? What for?"
Mamma, he has asked me to marry
him."
"He is most gentlemanly person, my
dear" said Mrs Clifford, smiling and brid-
ling. 81 shall consent with the greatest
pleasure"
''You like him then, mammal"
Certainly do.''
''Then, mamma, l may venture to tell
you that he is our cousin, Walter Morton:
that shall be the mistress of Morton
Place, and that you shall reign, in very
truth, in the halls of our ancestors, you
have spoken about so often.''
And she laughed and cried, both in one
breath, upon the old lady's neck.