The Sentinel. [volume] (Trenton, N.J.) 1880-1882, 1880-10-02

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quest.
But-somehow there were tears, in
stead of smiles. in Princess Vera's gray
eyes.
"Was there ever another such an I'M
selfish, darling little sister as YOU?
Rose! Rose! l hope for your sake there
i'll be the fabulously rich, elegant
brother .in-law. that he may repay you
by taking you wherever you may wish
to go"
And saucy little Rose opened her blue
eyes in well-simulated indignation.
"The idea! As if I don't intend pos
sessing my own brother-in- law-of-
yours, to take me whence l please
Thank you, Miss Ellis! and don't be
patronizing because you happen
merely harpen-to be going to New
port"
A week later, Vera Ellis was en- route
for Mrs. Caryl's villa, with trunk full
of lovely dresses, that had not cost SO
much in money as in art. and taste, and
ingenuity; and Rose, quite lonesome
and forlorn, stood leaning over the lane
gate, under the shade of the big horse
chestnu-just as an elegant little ph@ton
and coal-black pony went by, with the
very handsomest gentleman in it that
Roses blue eyes had ever seen; eyes
that opened little wider than ever as
the pony condescended to be refined in
beside the gate, and the gentleman
touched his hat courteously.
81 Deg your pardon, but is this Squire
Ellis placer"
eyes, SIR" she said, with an aggra-
waiting little flush on her face.
And is this Miss EllisP"
81 an Miss Rose. My sister has just
gone away to Newport" she could not
help adding. with certain little pride
she realized, the moment she said it.,
was egregiously silly.
Evidently the handsome stranger
thought it amusing, for he smiled family
with his mouth, while his eyes were
| OVERLOOKING with merriment.
$50 / am just too late, then. am
Victor Lennox-a friend of your aunt
Mrs. Caryl-and she delegated to me the
pleasant privilege of escorting Miss Ellis
to Newport"
Rose laughed-her own especial, be-
wildering. sweet little laugh.
"You'va missed your privilege by
just eight hours, MIR. Lennox. If you
will drive up to the house, 1 am very
sure papa and mamma will thank you
for your good intentions"
A horses head was never turned
quicker than Victor Lsnnox's black
pony's.
81 certainly wish no thanks, Miss
Rose, but think an apology is due Miss
Ellis parents for my stupid awkward
J ness in misunderstanding my orders"
Rose walked demurely beside the car
riage, so 1.-THE, girlish, graceful, so
saucy-sweet, tn it was little wonder
Mr.. Lennox felt resigned to his fate.
"Vera would have been delighted, I
daresay," she said, politely. "She went
entirely alone, but dare say auntie will
have some one meet her at Fall River, as
we telegraphed she was unaccompanied.
l suppose she will have splendid time.
And almost unconsciously a little sigh
followed her words.
Eyes; well l don't know. Newports'
all very well, if one likes continual
round of excitement and gaiety. For
myself, I prefer the country-such a
, quiet, romantic place as Miss Ellis has
left, for instance"
Rose gave him an incredulous look.
Il mean it. / am looking now for q
place to spend the summer. After I had
taken Miss Ellis to her aunt, l should
have said au revoir, and rushed off to
the most rural place I could find. Do
you know this just suits mep"
| And just then they reached the big,
cool. shady piazza. There motherly
Mrs. Ellis sat knitting, and the farmer
lay stretched comfortably on the grass
in front of the door, taking his afternoon
siesta. And while, after the introduce
ton, Victor Lennox asked many and
interested questions about the accom-
modations OF the neighborhood for sum.
mer boarders, little fair haired Rose
was wondering what it was that made
her feel as she had never before felt in
| her life.
And the upshot of it was that Mr..
Victor Lennox took up his abode in the
Ellis farmhouse, and Rose began to
know that for her life had just begun.
The delicious days went by, and, with
every succeeding one, they both knew
they loved each other, and before Vera;
seventh semi weekly letter had come
containing the shyly-told news that SHE
was engaged-not to count, or duke
or a lord, but 10 ST. John Rossitur, the
dearest, best, handsomest fellow in al
the world, great friend and lifelon!
acquaintance of Aunt Cornelia-littl'
June-sky-e eyed Rose had her own swee
secret to tell, too.
"But I shan't say word by mail. b
will be here when you come home. ant
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