Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1880-07-21
Rose Forrester's Escape.


The pale girl, In gold-colored silk, lifted
the broad lids from her clear eyes for mo-
mient, IS the speakers words reached her
ear; then she bent over the photographs
upon her lap again
She handled the pictures with an enthusi-
aStic appreciation Of their worth, so absorb
ed in their examination as to be totally un-
conscious Of the tall, fair man who stood
quite Hear, looking down upon her with an
apparently suddenly awakened interest.
'.Belon ging TO such a nice family. an
heireSs, and 50 beautiful
The continued words of the speaker
reached Howard Manleys ear, but evident
" Rose Forester did not hear them. Sbs
turned with g sparkling smile to her hostess,
and was still talking with her Of the photo
graphs when Mr.. Clinton brought Howard
Manley up for an Introduction.
As she rose in the full light it revealed
that she was very young, scarcely twenty,
vet tall of stature, and with marked re-
pose Of manner.
Her beauty was not conspicuous-she
was too pale; yet Manley saw how perfect
ly cut was every feature, how clear the
dark gray eyes, how dark the curling
lashes. The lips shut over little teeth as
white as milk, and the cont our of the fscs
was a perfect oval.
The girls natural and spontaneous man
ner told that she gave the young man, at
first no unusual attention. Little by little she
observe hin-the fair hair shadowing the
white forehead, the dark blue, penetrating
eyes, the unusual grace OF figure, the fault
less dress.
Her manner was so cordial and friendly
and unmistakably charming that Marley
racked his brains for the chance OF next
meeting, but was obliged to abandon II
when Miss Forester was joined by her
brother.
She left the room, but instantly he thank
ed his good fortune at the finding OF ruby
scarf pin which ne recognized as hers 1t
was easy to decide the ornament too valu-
able TO be entrusted TO a messenger.
was presumption which he would man
age with ca Sc to call upon and restore IT.
Rose was not belle She had too much
depth and passion of nature to ever be q
society woman; but she had her admirers,
and out of them she chose Manley.
She could not tell why, but his looks,
words, every act had charm for her, and
the eloquent blood tinging her cool cheek at
his approach told him the story of his
power.
He was a proud man-he might well
have been happy one-but he often wore
an air of noticeable WEAKNESS and depres-
sion This, in answer to Roses gentle in
auiries, he attributed to i'll health
Spring was opening, with its VIVID sun
shine. its balmy ar, and Rose was very
happy. 1t seemed TO her that it was the
pleasant influence of the season when msde
her daily ways SO light; the tender colcrs'
sights and sounds surrounding her daily
walk with Manley in the park, which made
them so en- joyable.
Perhaps they helped to make her spirit
strong so that she dared say to herself, Il
love him," and say it without reservation
ar fear: for she knew that it was but
little while since she had first met him, and
of his past history and much OF his preseh'
she knew nothing.
No: she feared nothing for herself. 10
love and be surrounded with tenderness was
happiness enough for her; she asked
for no more. Yet some instinct or trace Oh
worldly wisdom made her withhold her
confidence from her brother, who was her
guardian; he knew nothing OF the inti-
macy.
Fror, the night she had first met Man
lev at Mrs. Clinton's party, she never kne"
any one who knew him intimately nc
told her that he had no living female
.relaiives-no home.
He evidently had means at coinn'Anu'
and procured for her with an ingenuity
which was almost genius, the rarest ano
most beautiful gifts. Her delighted recep-
tion of them seemed a mutual joy which
prevented any possible feeling of obi'ga-
tion on her side. In truth full OF passion
ate impulses of youth, she was DEAF dImt
and blind to anything but the fullness ol
the present.
Her bro,ber came into the music-roou
where she sat at the piano, dreamiiy play
Ing. one day.
Rose, will you give me your a'sen'iol
for few minutesf"
He held an open letter in his hAnc- ~
was twenty years older than hersei'
sSorldvlse rrudeut man