Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1880-10-07

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thy, 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 al
ways had loved her.
Rose was conscious of a racking pain
IN ner temples, at last. The chamber
seemed sitting. Catching up her cleak
ana hat and tying veil of heavy black
lace across her face, she went out in
to the street.
She soon walked herself weary, with
out abating her painful sensation, and,
returning to the street on which her resi-
dence was situated, entered the public
enclosure of trees and shrubbery which
ornamented the square. A fountain bub-
Dled In the centre; the stone vases of
flowers sent sweet perfume upon the
air.
80 close to her home, she had no tim.
idlty, and, sinking upon circular seat
surrounding 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 movement was ar
rested by Howard Manley's voice.
"How soon?" he asked.
"Now" my dear brother. I'll stand
the lisk no longer. I've passed false
money enough tor you to shut me up for
the rest of my life, and value my liber-
ty, singularly enough" sneeringly.
"Well, we'll, I am willing enough to
60, Fred. Heavens knows l am as sick
of the business as you can be. Coming
isn't all prosperity. In new country |
would feel like an other man. But"
"The heiress9"
81 am sure of her. But don't like to
urge speedy marriage. She has an old
fox of brother, who may be inconveni-
emily curious regarding my affairs. If
we could wait till the autumn, now,
might enter some respe ctable business"
II tell you it won't dow
Both rose in their excitement and in
voluntarily walked away.
Plainly, under the gaslight, Rose saw
Howard Manley and his brother pass into
the street. They were corners.
More dead than alive, she crept into
the house. But Rose was not weak
girl. Before midnight she had placed
Howard's gifts in close package, and
sealed them, with note briefly stating
that she had heard the conversation in
the park. The next morning it was dis
patched.
AS soon as her brother preached 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 eye SO 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 1 loved
him-loved him purely-and my heart
is torn and bleeding. l am wild with
secret pain which must hide from every
one. If had never known himl But
l cannot imagine that. This terrible ex-
perience has changed me; am not the
care-tree, happy, trusting girl you knew.
l cannot love you; but pity me-be my
friend! I must talk to some one, and,
oh, there is no one in the world so good
aa you'll"
Was DR.. Wingrove piqued by this re-
ception of his proposals. No, he was too
generous and tender for that.
"Poor child?'' he said, in a tone so
soothing that, for the first time, Rose
gave way to relieving burst of passion
ate weeping.
"What shall / do2 What do you think
of me?" she asked at last.
ave will wait, and 1 think that love
you," hean swered, quietly.
So two kept the secret of Roses sor-
row more easily than one, and though
her heart still knew its pangs of grief
for time, the summer brought change
Of scene which was helpful to spirit
really brave and innocent.
DR.. Wingrove joined Bose and her
brother at the seashore, to find bright
ness in the young girls eyes again, and
to the latter 1t was sweet to call so kind
and noble a man friend.
Together they climbed the rocks, drank
the free air, watched the sunsets and the
sea OF old they had been congenial,
and now they seemed more happily
So.
There is usually a sacredness about
first love, and perhaps it is expected of
me to record the death of my heroine OF
broken heart, but I must tell the truth.
In the autumn Rose married DR.. Win
grove. She is one of the hsppiest wives
in the world. The first love fell from her
like false blossom, while the second
ripened richest fruit.