Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1879-02-21

1t was true; Rose loved him, and at
this moment was suffering agonies of
wounded love and pride. Philip bent
over her. Rosebud" he whispered.
She raised her eyes, now like violets
wet with dew, and met his gaze fixed
upon her, kindly, and yet with certain
pity in it which, fortunately for her, she
did not understand. "What a dewy
Rosebud" he said; I" why do you cry ?"
"Oh, was glad to get your note, it
made me so happy, and-and'-
"And whatP" said Philip. He saw
that this fair fioweret was ready for his
acceptance. Why should he not gather
it and wear it in his bosom? "And
you thought was amusing myself at
your expense-was that it? Darling
little Rosebud, could not be SO cruel,
so unmanly. And now," as he held out
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She looked into his face with her in
nocent blue eyes. "Oh, Philip, I have
loved you from the first"
He clasped her in his arms, and as he
kissed her he thought: "It will atone
it is right that should suffer, but she;
will be happy"
Mrs. Fleming was delighted when she
heard of the engagement; and as she
had always liked Philip, when he
pleaded for an early marriage she could
not refuse. But she insisted that Rose
must have time to get handsome
trousseau; his friends were wealthy,
and she determined that her husbands
niece should go among them in proper
style. So Frances was sent for, and it
was finally arranged that the marriage
should take place on the first of June.
Frances had suffered terribly during
her absence in the country, but no one
had seen the struggle between love and
pride, and but few traces of it could be
detected in her beautiful face. Philip,
least of all, suspected it. She met him
cordially as future cousin, and her
congratulations to Rose were tender and
affectionate. Philip came to the con-
clusion that he had been mistaken in
supposing that she cared for him, and
turned from the contemplation of her
naughty beauty to his bright little
Rosebud, who fairly worshiped him and
who seemed 10 grow lovelier every day.
They had decided to go to Europe on
their wedding tour, and Rose was anx.
ious that Frances should accompany
them, but the latter refused absolutely
to leave her mother, and Philip was not
sorry that she had 30 decided, as he was
not quite sure of his own heart yet.
On the evening before the wedding
day, they all sat together in the moonlit
parlor, where soft breeze through the
open windows struck the lace curtains,
and through the room was the perfume
of the roses and heliotropes, with which
the vases were filed.
Rose had begged them not to light the
gas, as she wanted to hear one of Fran
ces' songs for the last time, with that
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lovingly against Philips shoulder, as
they sat on the sofa listening to the
pathetic strains of Schubert's exquisite
songs.
: At length Frances rose from the
uiano she was afraid that the bride
elect was becoming melancholy, through
t the influence of moonlight and music
together.
Rosebud-rosebud red,
J Rosebud brightly blooming -
: she sang as she approached the sofa
J "Come," she went on, sour rosebu(
e will not bloom brightly tomorrow if i
does not close it's petals early tonight.
Rose was very obedient as she got u
IS and held out her hand to Philip to sa
goodnight. He drew her to him, an
u kissing her fondly, whispered softly
o "Good night, little wife "
70 Frances turned away with a pan
at her heart she was only human
a strive as she might to conquer her fee
q ings and after leaving Rose in he
l. mothers charge, she descended agai
to the parlor, desiring earnestly to /
left alone for q little while; and certai
/, that Philip had left the house, she stoC
y by the window looking at the moonligl
m shining 50 peacefully down on the gre
ss unquiet city, aud felt as though it wi
a rest to her wearied spirits to bathe h,
ct soul, as it we're, in the pure rays.
'k she stood thus, her graceful head throw
Id back, her large dark eyes raised to I'll
ut sky. and the moonlight giving to b
ne motionless features the semblance
er marble, she seemed like the statue
n. some beautiful saint, imploring pi
p and protection from heaven.
'e. So thought Philip Lindsay, as, rlsil
n from the dark corner where he had be,
ad sitting, he softly approached her. 81
started at the sound of his footster
les "Oh, Mr.. Lindsay, thought you b
all gone -
"I ought to have gone, but it was
int delightful sitting there, enjoying t
me- moonlight and perfume, that l hated
hit move"
,at cit is a perfect night" answer
Frances, "but you will see many su
before you return. You visit Italy,
DR.. course ?"
"I intend towihter there, if Rose dC
ere not object" -.
.ct. "Rose will not object to anything
answered Frances. And, Mr.. Lii
ith saw" she went on in tremulous vol
i'd, 81 need not ask you to be kind
our Rosebud. It is not in your natl
was To be otherwise. But she is so your
and is going so far away from us, tns
aid = And here the usually dignifed M
Fleming broke down, and burst i
tears.
he "Miss Fleming Francesl" CT
Philip, "do not weep, entreat.
yly, surely do not doubt my love for y
cousin ?"
at "No, never" she said, maxim
strong effort to control her agitati'
8 he and her mother coming in at this
ible ment gave her an opportunity to csc
: in to her room.
And "Oh, now weak am sue eAcia,h n'ii,
nave "and now wlcKeu, InAS ! o"unoU o"D
,e a this unhappy love for one so s
to be the husband of my cousin +
and kneeling down she prayed for strer
an a to overcome it and to be able to fu
her duties on the morrow. And