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

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Improving The stiichs for
'All1w me to clsim relationship
then;' and Sir Walter Morton frank
Ily held out bis hard. Rosamon,
hesitaied little. Ter mother woult
have haughtily repalsed the over
lures Of friendship bat she and be
mother had always held diIsren
+ theories on the subject Of Sir Wal
ter Morton She pnt her hand il
bis.
I am glad 10 meet you, said Nor
ton. i should have5met you before
but 8 letter from your mother
Yes, said Rosanond; colorinl
deeply; Il know how my motbe
feels. Shall / show you about tb'
machines now p
! Are you exhibiting them?'
| Yes. I am caring MY cwr
living
Morton's Gne face ighted up.
And / honor YOU for It. Yes, yol
may show me, if yon please. ! an
+ just ordering a few f5S some schools
/ have established
Aud when Sir Waiter Morton tool
his leave, the man Of Sewing machine;
came gleefully to Rosamond's side
Your c9usin has ordered q dozen
Miss Clifford. | wish we had fe8
more customers like him.
Sir Walter Mortop came again tht
next day, to examine. into one or two
knotty points respecting the maebin
cry and stayed until Rosamond goI
up to put on her shawl and bonnet
You are goiag home ? he asked
Yes; Miss Morrison takes my
place 10 the EVENING" she replied
Bat it is quite dark you must lei
me see you home'
Yes; but-my mother p
Morton laughed. Il comprehend
am no special faYerite with her
But i can preserre prudent il
cognito. Let me be- Mr. Walters
And Rosamond, who really was
lille timid concerning the long lonely
walk in the dusk, and who was be
ginning to Ike aud trust her new
found relative, consented
Mrs. Clifford received the new
conner with stately dignity.
I'm sure I'm very happy to meet
you sir she said Any friend Of
Rosamend's will always be welcome
to me, and / only wish / could re
ceive you 10 q more fitting manner
We have not always been what we
are-nor should we be nov if law
and justice were anything bu. mere
meaningless Names
Indeed said Morton. smiling curl
ousIy, while Rosamond felt as if her
face vas all on Ere.
'No SIR said Mrs. Clifford. The
bows OF her lace cap qaiyerine witL
the emphasis she used. II we had
our rights. We should have been the
GiGjrds OF Morton Place, and my
daughter Bosam3Hd, Instead Of ex
hib.ting sewing machines, would
have been sitting in silks aad velve.s.
But we have been deprived OF our
rightfuI Inheritance By a fend 10
human shape, named Walker Norton.
Perhaps you have heard Of the grea,
lawsuit ?
4 think have a faint recollection
Of il, said Mr. Walters, gravely.
Mamma interrupted Hosamond
in q voice Of distress, 'thesc-thase
family matters cannot be interesting
to q stranger, and
Excuse met SD Mrs. Clifford,
drawing herself up pcimly. 'Oi
course, | am in the wrong-I always
am-only i; isn't exactly pleasant to
be told OF is by my ovn daughter
Mamma, you know | didn't mean
ihatnl
Bat Mrs. Clifford declined to be
propitiated on any terms, and sas
stiff and pcim the remainder Of the
evening, full Of unspoken remiais-
cences Of The great lawsuit.
He viii never come near Us again,
was Rosamond's regretful thought,
as she laid her flushed cheek on the
pillow ,ha; night, witb little Helel's
fragrant breath mingling with her
own.
But Rosamond was mistaken.
Mr.. Walters did come again, the
very rex. evening but Que; and
again and yet again.
you are looking pale, Miss GiE
ford, be said the last time.
1t is one Of the misfortules Of our
reduced station in life,' Mrs. Clifford
sighed that Rosam9nd is obliged
to lead too sedentary life.'
a Iiltle walk would bling the
roses back to your cheeks,' said Mr..
Wolters. It il q ,vely moonlight
bisht VIII yruc meH
Mrs. G G.G ia u, id, d her sal ciiob /;
aud Il samopd put on the Tartan
shawl apd the little round hat with
the tdhird'- sia{ia front, and slip
ped Der urm through that of her
cousin.
'R5samond, said Sir Waller VI
toa, after they had walked a Iitile
way 10 silence, the Exhibition elcses
to-motr5w'
YES, said She esrs'fully.
AND si,h it cl ,ses your work
.Yes. wish c uld hear Of some
new engagement
Morton drew her arm closer in his
4 know of one. Rosamond but |
d. at exaely klow whether it would
suit you'
what is ii?
Iv4nt 10 engage you, Rosamond,
to be my wife
Mrs. Clifford had l1oked up at the
clock half assdozen times, true to her
instinct of always worrying about
something, before Rosamond came
back
Child J she croaked, do you see
what time it is? Where is Mr. Wal
ters?'
He would not come in. He is COM
ing to see Won tomorrow, mamma,
TO see me ! What for p
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