The Tiffin tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1868-1887, 1879-02-27

. t..s.4 UI look lIDm Llui encourage Ic-. 4.
.,ll- 80 a.l. bids him ~LJui-JT. WitH 81
slight trlnpr Iu HrT Iuicr. alI r,lI-
t.r pressure 10. lHr iaua.
Mr.. Matthews ami Rose arrived safe
j.. iutd we're -,,Bn ri-rUnc'-d IN tArir
/ Aouu acrD-s the Seas. Ba, !, a-la not
/ iu the iit;ir SWisS iruuhf tlE, Mr.
I Matthews had intended 20 s,ltic down
. quietly .l, 1fu ia t.e -iy aIi giddy
. Paris.
3 Th. cNciinmrn. a1I 4,-JHle uf this
lrITy hal susA q charm raf Bs-r that
J Mr. Matthew -Ould IB- 'illuS %. ttking
I her from it.
Il -.lE t.Is- something was Wa.iriHg
J HpDu hur lIiHI, Wl otter ggtatinys-d
himself r. ha bad acted Sc .E iH .i.ing-
: lHg iI.g iraGi Hrr oh Bina 3Ii 1850
( ci=Irs: Igt ie could u-. "..s. 20 mink
sire cDaid ever carr f1- gGy on more
1 thu sine did for iitH. 49,. thinking he
nigiIt drive a~d. t.la s.ErlDH iv con-
l tiHU1l changes. h" Ecp. hrr in this gay
( and festive train.
Al admirers nf tlr hlnlspn.. Amer
( lean were treated well. So that Rose
/ could have ail The s-scufts she wished
witiuut feeling obliged 10 GaprlI un
7 hiH.
/ But 90 tucm a,i she lad been c9.liy
polite. until % gentleman from New
/ York brought a letter oI iH,-,Ir ;ipI.
I 10 them in Paris.
Il- wIs tail. finely formed. ami rua
OF the most brilliant c1uNrr,i1nali5Is
/ Rose had ever met.
Even Mr.. Matthew's felt more iH his
! weiiarran acquaintance than hrc.trcd
: 10 adIait.
Hose hal ursuT forgotten her prom
/ i5r To john Allen, and hal mol failed
IU writing 30 him every week since her
arrival IN Paris, until after u tWO
months acquaintance with Mr. Fred.
Haywood. Then her letters grew
shorter and less frequent, until she he
gan 10 be ashamed # her ~girliSh folly,
as she called IT, and when she locked
in the lit,lc lGcllot, hanging on her
chain, and saw the plain mattcr-of-
fact face. with that fIr-away look in
the eyes. She found the comparison be-
tween il and Fred lIrywo0d's So mark
ed thai size closed il with scarcely a
sigh of regret.
IL WAS Valentines eve, and Rose sat
amid the gathering twilight, thinking
OF the last Valentines day she had
spent in America.
The ride Ia the moonlight, through
the keen. frosty air. Cnyeluped in buff
f;llo robes. and tucked away 50 care
fully that size CUgid .cJTccly move her
arms; watched over 10y 4 calm, quiet
fellow, who anticipated her slightest
wish, and over whose quiet face q smile
stole every little while in answer 10 her
pretty little sayings.
Then the little note in the morning,
a l. . L.. H.r--
farmhouse uu the hill.
But over this bright picture a shaI-
oW lcll-I shadow of uncertainty and
unrest.
Rose could not tell why this picture
seemed so dismal to her this evening,
unless IL WAS because John Allen was 50
msubrT ana old-faShiOned; and, some
how, she was tired Of sUcl prosy fel-
lows.
Now. Fred. Haywood was bright and
cheerful and 81 JtDiiiei She WAS posi-
tive lac loved her better than matter
of-fact John Allen did. And 50 her
ewes took a softer look, and u brighter
glow c;mr over the fair young face rs
she built castles i'm the air. of the near
future, when she should have the
pleasure of SayiH" 'yes7 To the queS-
tiOn she longed 10 have asked her by
Fred.
But somehow, as the evening shad=
uN,ss crcTL iu and tho picture If that
faraWay Valentine eve was o'erShad-
owed with the snmbcr hues of John
Aliens. the present picture and castle
building seemed not half us pleasant
rs the castles built in tine f;u-away
farmhouse among the hills.
Mr.. Matthews locked on i'm silence.
Iekncw the worth of hcrOld fricHd.lnd
was positive that hc would dttainSOmc
high position worthy of his energy and
application, AMI would if he had found
she had loved him as she was capable
of loving. But this Hclr friend, this
bright. cheerful. daShing Fred, Hey.
wood seemed more suited to Roses
taste and so he looked on. watching the
end, fearing 10 give his influence.
on either side.
Valentines Day came, freighted
with soft winds and golden Sunbc;mS
so different from the long ago frosty
day among the hills OF Massachusetts.
Instead Of the little note. in a great
ugly Vpllpw envelope. brought by the
hired man. and soilcd by his dHSky
hands. two hcautiful. iilmy. lace en~
velopcS, cIuhuSseI with roses and
huncysucklcs, were hanGcI her. oil a
silver tray.
Rose opened the first. and found
nothing within but Il simple line:
~Will you accept me for your Nalcn-
tine? JOUN ALLEN"
Rose SIt slcechlrSs for moment.
gazing at the familiar writing of long
ago, listening for familiar fOOtStrp
/ II, sI,.rr..1,H F..ll.Rr- lss.
writing. wondering where the writer
could be- ut present, and what he
would SAY at the change in her
After many wundcrncntS and mis-
giVimgs she Stilled the hcajingS OF her
heart, and the hIif-Tc"rctted thoughts
Of the past, and opened the other.
y beautiful picture Of Fred met her
gaze. and beneath It. in his Anid land
writing. Your Valentine. Then Il
nice little note. sealed with his own
seal. She sat fOT = long time toying
with it before she could make up her
mind To open it, and then us she g;IZed
upon the page her eyes seemed to di-
late and her face flushed with anger.
Throwing the picture on the door, she
stamped upon il, saying: "IlOW dare
he write i'm this manner about me-;
until the picture WAS crushed To
atoms; then. seating herself ON the
sofa, she burst into tears. and cried un-
til she heard her fathers foOtStep in
the library a couple Of hours after.
She went into the room. and seating
herself on his knee, held the note be-
fore his eyes.
what is it, Rose? What is the mat
ter"
Read it, papa, and see how fortunate
I've been"
Mr.. Matthews took up the note and
read:
DEAR Al: Send me $500 rs soon
as yOU receive this. for | am dead
broke NOu shall lave it back in u
few weeks. for the little country girl
is dead in love with me. I'm sure. and
I is only waiting 10 be asked.
III make it all right with her to-
morrow. as it is Valentines Day, and in
a few weeks | will have a grab at the
1 old mans moupy-hJTS.
Mr.. Matthews thinks I'm all
| .hunkey.' and | think hes about right
! lucky thing | came To Paris just now
isn't it,
Il might have missed this chance.
and, to tell the truth. I'm half in love
with the little pUSS. Now. If il wasn't
for that dark-haired girl in New York
| Id be dead in love with this one; but
she is poor and this one Is rich. I'll
soon change round, no doubt OF it,.
when | begin to get flush
Don't fal me, Al, for I'm Tnu
ashore Won't we have a jolly time
at my expense. soon? III pay you all
up, old boy. Yours truly,
FRIEND FRED"
Mr.. Matthews was determined to
punish the scoundrel. but Rose begged
| him 50 to deSist that only Il cOolly Sir-
castle note from him paid the penalty
Of Fred. HeywOod's imprudencc. He
| left Paris Immediately, mourning his
| ill-luck. and vowing ne would never
write two letters in the same day
again, for fear some evil genius would
change their destinations.
Rose told her father of her other val
entine, and WIS surprised To hear that
John Allen was in Paris and had
/ called on Mr.. Matthews, and only wait
/ Ell an invitation from her 10 throw
/ himself Oa her generosity lie had rr-
/ ccIycd nice little competence from an