The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1879-06-12
Ola Colonel Preston was y, yery = tender,

the negro women envled the fortunate
one who united the shoe. of this. fair
young creature who had come among
them; but for Rose there was nothing
but pain, pain, pain. She wept until
they thought she would die, and then
ceased for very exhaustion.
One day, when a little stronger, and
sadly calm, she lay in her easy chair
looking, over, the water, and suddenly
thought of Captain Arnold. It had
been months since she had received q
letterfr from him, Those happy lettersI
they seemed like child's play, now
that the stern realities of life had over.
taken her. Yet, musiDg, she longed for
their friendliness; but, considering the
feasibility of writing again, she compre-
hended That She no lohger knew Arnold's
addressH He might Perrin France; he
might be in Switzerland; she could not
tell. So this bright leaf of her life,
stop; Was lost. ilf''tH sitl. iol3Ha efR gu
30 Yet Mark Arnold had written to his
little, namesake long and, tenderly. His
great heart had overfowed upon the
pages. But the letter had gone astray
and never reached her hand; and with
it had perished the clue of his wherea-
bouts. l.il IT, i!i = 2I2tj 3!Fans
Weeks and months went by. Rose,
in, spite of her delicate physique, was
not a deicate character. Her child
hood, ionce laid. aside, was laid aside for
ever. She was now as unconscious of
it as of the doll-Arnold's gift-which
she had never seen. 80
:" You are q woman; be atgood
w man - rang in her ears, and awoke
her to sense Of duty.
After that first prostration of grief
she tried to be grateful and happy in
her new home. As time went on she at.
tended tenderly the garrulous old man
who loved her as he did the sunshine
which warmed the chilled blood in his
shrunken veins He would give parties,
balls, as soon as he was atlittle better
and stronger, and all the world should
see his beautiful grandchild.
But this time never came, and Rose
was very glad oft Long and hard the
girl fought with longing, and melan-
choly, and if they at times conquered
who can wondef' si5 iE5t l3s1 y
III *,stuaa* ta8* ~ x
Roses seventeenth birthday, She sal
reading alone in the old yellow drawing
room under the great family portraits,
A. great Sligoii houndday asleep at hel
feet. Over her face, as well as figure,
had come a change; to one, resignation,
to the other, maturity. A woman, and
beautiful one. pi..4sif5 ala y1ny3 4
".Captain Arnold to see Miss Rose y
1t was servants voice. She started
then, frightened, she knew not,why
sank back in her seat. And Mark
Arnold stood, with wide, dark eyes
looking down upon the stately young
lady, exquisitely robed in pale-gray
silk, her dark hair piled in coronet Of
braids' above her cool oval face, Jewels
upon her hands-the Preston jewels
and pendants of pink coral in her deli
cate ears.
Z He gazed at the sitall, beautiful
creature until the tears involuntarily
rose to her exquisite eyes. and she put
out her slim hands beseechingly.
:" 1 am sorry l am grown" she cried
You used to love me when was lit
tie girl"
He realized then that he had beer
looking at her as sternly as if she were
to blame.
"Pardon; 1 ought to have known
But am sorry to lose my old Rose" hi
said.
GPerhaps new one will be BETTER
she ventured, gently.
So, looking down upon the swee
timidity, he could not but title himsel
a bear and lead his beautiful companion
to the sofa where he could sit besid,
her and encourage the-new love.
Yes, the new Rose was better, becaus,
still having the truth and sweetness O
the old, with richer promises for the fu
ture. 80
X
When on his wedding tour in sum,
France again, year later, q partial &C
I-quaintance of Mark Arnold said to him
I. "You told me you had q little girl il
America, believe, Mr.. Arnold. .Wha
has become of herT &
81 have married her." said Arnold
with laugh, leaving the individual Il
forever unenlightened mystefy. al
He had todd the truth. If it sounded
strange there was nothing strange in tn
love which he was so blessed in givin
and receiving.
Yes, the daughter compensated hir
for what the mother had made hir
suffer. -. u. HI jar"