Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1880-07-29

"Now, Rose, my dear, do be reasOna
| ble," entreated the tremulous voice of Mrs
Denham. 1--WE are willing to do MI W
can for you; but you know how you
father stands. The very roof over on
heads is mortgaged already, and pray how
can we raise money TO buy such extrava
giant things?"
~ don't know nor don't care" crieC
| Rose, with angry vehemence. Let papa
borrow it. l tell you l will have a splen
did outfit"
"My dear, you will have three nice silks
and good many other dresses; and yor
won't need 80 many changes at Beech
wood" interposed the mother.
whats the reason | won't2" almost
screamed Rose. 'Do you think Pm going tC
be shut up at Beechwood all this winter
I'll show you, and Ill show Philip Nane
too, Pm gong to have gay season, if
live; and want the right kind of an outfit
and | mean to have it. So there's NJ
use talking; you know | always have my
way"
Then there came the sounI of grieved sob
bing and child's voice, the voice or Roses
little sister, Alice, cried out, ''See, Rosie
YOU have made poor mamma cry. How
can you be 80 naughty ?"
"Hush, this minute, you meddlesome lit
tie thing! Who asked you to put in your
say | 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 OFF to the nursery al
once ~
Philip Vane heard the sound of a SHARP
blow, and the next moment little Alice ran
out, crying ready to break her heart. He
had risen 10 bis feet in utter amazement;
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-room, and he's heard how
naughty you've been-haven't you, Mr..
VaneP'
Not believing the child, Rose hurried to
the dining room door, and there she stood
transtiXed Her beautiful, golden hair was
all in tangle, and she wore an untidy, OLD
wrapper both soled ana torn, and her face
was flushed and distorted with passion.
Philip Vane, standing grave and stern in
the middle of the iining-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 hls hand.
Good bye, Rose!" he SAID, sadly. "No
words that can speak can express what !
feel. loved you as my own life; but | am
disenchanted. am glad this has happen
ed now; it is better than hereafter. Yet |
don't think can ever forgive you"
And before the terror stricken girl could
utter a single word, he was gone.
F'Oh, me On me-" she walled, wiring
ing her han IS; ''It is all over! l have lost
h m! have lost him !"
And no wonder" replied her mother,
sternly. God wouldn't suffer it; He's too
Just
Over the crisp meadows, and under the
shadow of the purple hills, Philip Vane
walked back to Beechwood, shaken like a
very reed, strong man that he was, with
the bitterness of his Disappointment
"Mother," he said, when she met him at
the doorway, lit 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 rustling
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
contented, and will always be so. But
whom has she to blame but herself?