The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1880-09-25
A week later Philip vane was called

that opportunity to purchase a dimond
ring. He selected very magnificent
one, at an extravagant cost. Then in
stead Of returning to Beechwood, he took
the train to Talbot, and walked across
to the Denham residence. II was just
about noon when he reached there the
autumn day was very lovely, with mellow
sunlight, and hazy splcndor on the
circling hills. He would have long
walk with Rose, he thought, his heart
swelling with delight as he neared the
house. Dear little Rose, he ,ovcd hei
.snore and more every moment he lived,
no matter il she was rather vain and
childish.
He found the front door open, and a
little housemaid scrubbing the steps,
She ushcrcd him in, and he entered the
small drawing room, and sat down. rs
he did so, the sound of voices, inslouti
and argry discussion, reached his ears.
Just behind the dining-room was little
parlor which Mrs. Dcnham and Rose
were in the habit OF making their sitting
room and it was from this the sound
proceeded. Philip listened in alarm 1t
first, thinking some one was i'll, or that
something had happened.
"Now, Rose, my dear. do be reason
able" cntrcatcd the trcmulous voice of
Mrs. Denham. "Wc are willing to do
all we can for you; but you know how
your father stands. The very roof over
our heads is mor,gaged already, and pray
how can we raise money to buy such ex.
travagant things?"
al don't know. nor don't care, "
cried Rose with angry vehcmcncc.
"Lct papa borrow it. ! tell you ! will
have a splendid outfit"
"My dear you will have three nice
silks, and good many other dresses /;
and YOU won't need SO many changes At
Beechwood," interposed the mother.
"What's the reason won't" almost
screamed Rose. "Do you think I'm
going to be shut up at Beechwood all
this winter? I'll show you, and I'll show
Philip Nane, too, I'm going to have 4
gay season, If | live and want the
right kind Of an outfit-and | mean to
have it. So there's no Use talking; you
know always have my way"
Then there came the sound Of grieved
sobbing and child's voice, the voice
Of Roses little sister, Alice cried out,
"Sec Rosie, you have made poor mama
cry. How can you be SO naughty"
"Hush this minute, you meddlesome
little 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 at oncc?"
Philip Vanc heard the sound of sharp
blow, and the next moment little Alice
ran out, crying ready to break her heart.
He had risen to his feet in utter amaze
ment and, passing the dining room
door. the child saw him. She stared a
moment and then cried out in wicked
delight
"Aha. Miss Rose here's Mr.. Vanc
in the dining room, and he's heard how
naughty you've bcen-haven't you MIR.
Vane ?"
Not believing the child, Rose hurried
to the dining room door, and there she
stood iransfxcd. Her beautiful, golden
hair was all in a tangle, and she wore IN
untidy, old wrapper, both soiled and
torn, and her face was flushed and dis
torted with passion. Philip Nane,
standing grave and stern in the middle
OF the dining room, regarded her fol
several moments in silence. and with an
agony 4; hishcart that seemed like death
itself. Then he advanced and extended
his hand.
Good bye, Rose :" he said sadly
"No words that can speak can express
what feel. loved you rs my owr
life bu, am discnchanted. glad
this has happened now it is better thar
hereafter. Yet don't think can evcl
forgive YOU" And before the terrol
stricken girl could utter single word
he was gone.
"Oh, me oh, me =" she walled
wringing her hands sits all over
have lost him have lost him -
"And no WONDER" replied her moth
er, sternly. "God wouldn't suffer il
He's too just"
Over the crisp meadows, and undcl
the shadow Of the purple hills, PhiliI
Vane walked back to Beechwood, shaker
like avery reed, strong man that he was
with the bitterness Of his disappoint
ment.
"Mothcr," he said, when she me
him at the doorway, ''it is all over =
You were right I"
"And all for the best, my son." sh,
replied, as she kissed him, "though yo'
cannot think so now"
And years after, when Philip Vane 81
upon the lawn, with the true and tcnde
woman who had become his wife, an'
the woman who had become the mothe
Of the children that played beneath th'
rustling oak boughs, looking back at thos'
early days, he was forced TO acknowl
edge that his mothers wisdom was IA
superior to his own.
Rose Denham is still unmarried, an'
has lost all her beauty. She is source
and discontented, and will always be so
But whom has she to blame but herself
BeS-"You are now one," said tn