The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1880-07-29

NOW, NoSe, my dear, 90 be reaSOna-
ble," entreated tho trcmulous voice of Mrs.
Dcnham. 1--WE are willing to do ali W
Can for you; but you know how your
father stands. The worry roof over our
heads Is mortgaged already, and pray how
can we raise money to buy such extrava-
CANT things?"
IL don't know nor don't care," cried
Rose, with angry vehemcnce. ''Lct papa
borrow II. tell you will have splcn-
did outfit"
''My dear, you will have three nice silks,
and Il good many other dresses; and you
won't need so many changes at Beech
wood,' interposed the mother.
'Whars the reason I won't3" almost
screamed Rose. ''Do You think Pm going to
be shut up at Beechwood all this winter 7
I'll show you, and Ill show Philip Vauc,
too, Pm gong to have a gay season, if I
live; and want the right kind of al outfit
and | mean to have 1t. so there's no
use talking; you know always have my
way"
Then there came the sound of gricved sob
bing and a chiId's voice, the voice OF Roses
little sister, Alice, cried out, ''See, Rosie,
you have made poor mamma cry How
can you be so naughty p
"Husll, this minute, you meddlesome lit
tie thing Who asked you to put in your
say7 l don't see what you're here for,
either, gaping at every word that's said and
pulling what few things I've got to pieces.
Come. take yourself of to the nursery ut
once ~
Philip Vane heard the sound of sharp
blow, and the next moment little Alice ran
out, crying ready to break her heart. He
had risen TO lis feet in utter amazcment;
and, passing the dining-room door, the
child saw him. She stared moment, and
then cried out, In wicked delight
"Aha, Miss Rose! here's Mr.. Vane in
the dining groom, and he's heard how
naughty you've bcen-haven't you, Mr..
Vanc2"
Not believing The child, Rose hurried to
the dining room door, and there she stood
trnnsfixea. Her beautiful, golden hair was
all in tange, and sho wore an untidy, old
wrapper, both solled anu torn, and her face
was flushed and distorted with passion.
Philip Vane, standing grave and stern in
the middle of the dining -room regarded
her for several moments in silence, and
with an agony at his heart that seemed like
death itself. Then he advanced, and ex-
tended his hand.
Good bye, Rose" he SAID, sadly. "No
words that | can speak can express what
feel. loved you as my own life; but am
disenchantcd. am glad this has happen
cd now; IL is better than hereafter. Yet
don't think can ever forgive YOU"
And before the terror stricken girl could
utter single word, he was gone.
'Dh, me Oh mel" she walled, wiring
ing her han Is, ",l is all ovcrI l have lost
II N have LOST him !"
'And no wonder" replied her mother,
slcrnly. God wouldn't suffer it: He's too
jnst.'
Over the crisp meadows, and under the
shadow of the purple hills, Philip Vane
walked back to Bcrchwood shaken like a
very reed, strong man that he was, with
the bitterness of his disappointment.
''Alother," hc said, when she met him at
the doorway, ''it is all over You were
right!'
And all for the best. my son." she re-
piled, as she kissed him, "though you can
not think so now"
And years after, when Philip Vane sat
upon the lawn, with the true and tender
woman who had become his wife, and the
woman who had become the mother of the
children that played beneath the rustllng
oak boughs, looking back at those early
days, he was forced to acknowledge that
his mothers wisdom was far superior TO his
own.
Rose Denham Is still unmarried and has
lost all her beauty. She is soured and dis
contcntcd, and will always be 30. But
whom has she to blame but herself2