The Van Buren press., 1879-02-01


90 there in two weeks.
/" How old are you--twenty z
Eighteen" said the girl.
"And you have been motheress fol
three years, poor child! Give ne youl
ad lress; may want it. There is Miss
Arnold looking for us-come," and Rose
found herself listening to her own story
before she fairly realized where she was
This was event number one. Number
two was almost as surprising to her,
Wayne, coming in from a walk late in
the afternoon, looked into half dozen
rooms, then went to Miss Dorothy on
the piazza.
"Aunte, where is Rose p
g In the garden" answered Miss Dor
othy, aud then, seeing Wayne hesitate.
she added, /" she is alone. il you want to
speak TO her. aa..s
s~Thcn yon know 4-bSegan Wayne.
But Miss Arnold interrupted, .Of course
! know. DO speak to her at once. The
Carols are coming on Saturday, and !
should like this affair settled at once.
Have you spoken to Charity =
No, there will be time enough for
that afterwards aud Mr.. Arnold walked
away, while Miss Dorothy gave sigh
of satisfaction. "She will 90 at last
If Wayne had only taken my view of the
case beforehand yet half like the child.
Still, she had better go at once"
Twenty minutes later, Wayne came
slowly back, looking decidedly crest
fallen. Instead of a gentle, timid girl,
and whispered yes. he had found a
very thorny Rose, and had received a
very decided rejection. Wayne had put
his question with TO much self-con
iidcnco. and Roses pride had speedily
given him his answer. Mr.. Arnold de-
parted for Portland the next morning
+" on business" and Saturday saw Rose
on her way to New York, leaving Chari
ty very much exasperated at the result
of what Miss Dorothy had dubbed Char
ity's charity"
Time sped on, and at last there came
a change for Rose. Charity, looking up
from an open letter, one morning in
December, uttered an exclamation that
caused both her companions to look up
inquiringly.
:" Rose has gone to Europe. Her un-
Gle Hugh, Mrs. Atherton's brother. has
come here to take her to his home in
England 1t seems he lost an only child,
two years ago, and he is going to adopt
our Rose. Her mother married against
her brothers wishes, and fora long while
there was no communication between
them. When he did try to trace his sis
ter, he could not find any news Of her
1t is through Mrs. Somers that he has
found Rose now. She seems to be very
happy
Charity was right. Rose was happy
and no wonder, since she had a pleasant
home and the kindest of friends. Both
aunt and uncle were well prepared to
love their newfound niece, and before
the girl had been week in her new home
she had won a warm place in the hearts
Of both. Squire Larrimer began to in
dulge the hope that Rose would remain
Rose Atherton all her days, and stay
quietly at home but the fates interposed.
One chilly day in spring the squire came
hastily into the room where Rose and
her aunt were sitting. There had been
fire at the village inn, and one person,
IA Stranger had been badly hurt. 81
told them TO bring him here" he said,
opening the door of the next room,
which happened to be q bedroom, at
was the hravest thing | ever saw. A
child had been left in the attic, and when
she was discovered, no one would risk
trying to save her till this young Amer.
can came forward He saved the little
one, but it was narrow escame for them
both. The child is not hurt my
brave fellow will lose his right arm, they
say rafter fell on him and crushed it.
How he ever managed to save the child is
a mystery little short Of miracle. There
come the men. Run, Rose, and bring me
plenty of bandages. The doctor will be
here in a moment. This way, men. Put
him on the bed gently; So"
Rose, coming back, caught one glimpse
through the halfopened door, of pale
face. " Oh, the poor fellow!" she cried,
with all her heart in her voice; and that
voice caused the dark eyes to open in an
instant.
"Roso!' Only that one word, but it
was enough.
Wayne! Oh, my poor, poor boy ~
and in another moment Rose was kneel- |
ing by the bedside, sobting as though |
her heart would break
HeydaY 7 cried the squire in amaze
ment, and Rose looked up smiling
through her tears. "lle loved me over |
there, uncle, and if he cares for me
still"
Well, no matter what Wayne said,
suffice it to add that a very happy wed |
ling was the result of "Charily's char
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