The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1866-1891, 1880-04-15

He was twenty years olaer tnan uersen'
a world-wise, prudent man.
A"Doctor Wingrove proposes for your
Hand. You are aware that it will be
a very admirable match, are you notP'
Rose had strange, stunned feeling,
vet she bowed family. From childhood
she had been greatly under her brothers
c&trol.
81 should like to write Linn favorably,
Rose. Have you any objection'"
"I-I-" :.
She found herself upon her feet, shiv-
ering in the May sunshine
81 would have little time, Edwin"
Certainly, if you wish." though his
brow slightly clouded. "The doctor
willnot probably look for an immediate
answer"
The next moment Rose had escaped
from the room, and was locked in her
chamber. ...
During the next two hours she hardly
knew what, she was doing. She found
herself walking the floor, and wringing
her hands. At last she stopped short,
with sense of pride.
"There is no reason-no reason in the
world I dare tell my brother why l will
not marry Doctor Wingrove."
Doctor Wingrove was the noblest and
gentlest of men, singularly handsome,
wealthy, and highly connected, and
barely thirty years of age. He had
known her since childhood, never made
love to her, but now that the offer of
marriage had come to her, she realized,
somehow, that he had always loved
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Rose was conscious of racking pain
in her temples, at last. The chamber
seemed sitting. ...
Catching up her cloak and hat, and
tying veil of heavy black lace across
her face she went out into the street.
She soon walked herself weary, with
out abating her painful sensation, and,
@urning to the street in which her res
&ence was situated, entered the public
enclosure of trees and shrubbery which
ornamented the square. A fountain
bubbled in the center; the stone vases of
flowers sent sweet perfume upon the
air. ~.
So close to her home, she had no tim
idity, and, sinking upon a circular seat
surrounding a, large tree, she gave her
self up to her absorbing thoughts.
1t was soon dark, yet she had not
stirred. In her black dress, in shadow,
she was quite unnoticed by two men
who crossed the street from the opposite
side and sat down behind her.
She would then have risen and glided
away quietly, but that the movement
was arrested by Howard Manley's voice.
How soonp" he asked. --..
"Now, my dear brother. I'll stand
the risk no longer. I've passed false
money enough for you to shut me up
for the rest of my life, and I value my
liberty, singularly enough" sneeringly.
"Well, well. I am willing enough to
60, Fred. Heaven knows that I am as
sick of the business as you can be. Coin
ing isn't all prosperity. In new coun-
try I should feel like another man.
But"
1.-The heiress?"
"Ia am sure of her. But don't like to
urge hasty marriage. She has an old
fox of a brother, who may be inconve-
niently curious regarding my affairs. If
we could wait till the autumn now, I
might enter some respectable business. :"
"I tell you it won't dor'
Both rose in their excitement, and in
voluntarily walked away.
Plainly, under the gaslight. Rose saw
Howard Manley and his brother pass
under the street. They were coiners.
More dead than alive, she crept into
the house. But Rose was not a weak
girl. Before midnight she had placed
Howard's gifts in close package and
sealed with them note, briefly stating
that she had heard the conversation in
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patched.
AS soon as her brother broached the
subject of DR.. Wingrove's proposal, she
asked to have the latter call upon her.
He came, with countenance so high OF
purpose, with eyes 80 full of truth, that
she involuntarily contrasted Howard's
cold, reticent face with it; but she told
DR.. Wingrove all the truth.
perhaps it was wrong but I loved
him-loyed him purely-and my heart
is torn and bleeding. T am wild with a
secret pain which I must hide from
everyone. If 1 had never known him
But cannot imagine that. This terri
BILE experience has changed me; am
not the care-free, happy, Trusting girl
you knew. I cannot love you; but pity
me-be my friend! must talk to some
one, and, oh, there is no one in the
world so kind as you!"
Was DR.. Wingrove piqued by this re-
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