The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1879-02-04

ruptly as he had left it.
Eugene" exclaimed the lady indig-
nantly, "you are cruel and heartless /
wouldn't have believed''-
She stopped, for Doctor Thayer, had
sunk into q chair, and dropped his face
into his hands.
"Please leave me little while, ,Neeta,"
he said, in low tone.
That very morning, Rose lay in her
berth in the ocean steamer Niagara, her
face hidden in the pillow, her heart sick
almost unto death.
"You had better accept your friends
invitation to travel" one whose advice
she asked, and whom alone she had
conlided, had told her. 1t will kill or
cure; most probably cure"
81 think it will kill" thought the
poor girl, as she lay there counting the
long paddle-strokes that pushed her
further and further from all that she
loved.
"She shall be your wife in six
MONTHS" whispered Mrs. Burkhardt
exultantly to her son.
"Then, mamma, you will have to do
the business" he said, rather crosby
Z" l dom t care about being refused sec
ond time"
y X
Mrs. Burkhardt took her prize direct
ly to Paris Rose had desired to see
her guardian, in London but they had
found an excuse for hurrying her on.-
Mr.. Markham was off at Edinburgh, or
somewhere-he could not be reached
readily, and they could as well see him
on their return. They would go to
Paris for little visit Somewhat un-
willingly, Rose consented, and they
staid but one day in London - Mr..
Markham all the time within a half
an hours ride of them. Mrs. Burk-
hardt had no idea of allowing the
heiress of Mr.. Stanley to be known and
introduced in London society. Neither
did she mean that Rose should appear
publicly among the novelty-loving
Parisians, with her beautiful face and
vast wealth to attract lovers as honey
draws flies. The lady had been in
Paris several times before, and was ac-
quainted at court, where she had a
cousin married to a marquis but in
stead of taking rooms in a gay and
fashionable locality, as she had before,
Mrs. Burkhardt sought out quiet and
retired neighborhood, and lived in the
most secluded manner. Rose did not
know the difierence-any part of Paris
would have been full of interest and
since there was q church a few steps
from the door where she could go to
mass every morning, and since they
visited all the notable places in Paris,
she was content.
There were paintings and statuary and
gardens and palaces to be seen and more
delightful yet, there were the converts.
Rose got admittance to every convent
In Paris and vicinity, and in every one
she left her trail in gold. An ornament
for the chapel, a sum of money for i'm
provements, or for charities = they all
had, for some gift, reason to remember
the dark-eyed young American sylph
whom each one longed to claim for their
own.
For her social circle, it comprised Mrs.
Burkhardt and Clarence-no one else;
but the girl scarcely desired more, and
they exerted themselves to supply her
every wish. Clarence was not too at
tentiVe, Indeed. Rose sometimes wished
he would be little more friendly, and
allow her to forget that she had once re-
fused his hand. She liked him as an
unsophisticated girl is apt to like a
man of the world, with a sort of Won
dering admiration of his perfect ac-
quaintance with what to her is utterly
unknown, and with confidence and
reliance as pleasant for her to feel as for
him to inspire. She longed to call him
Cousin Clarence, as she had once done,
and drop that stiff "Mr. Burkhardt'
which had some way taken its place.
She wished that he would drop that way
he had of acting as though he thought
she hated him, and was trying not to be
in despair about it, In fine, she wished
he would act less like despairing lover,
and more like true friend. Then she
could not fail to see that he was re-
markably handsome and elegant young
man, and she was sorry il he was un-
happy about her. Altogether, Mr..
Clarence Burkhardt was very much in
his cousins thoughts. He took care TO