The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1881-09-27

den, and powerful spill by her mOder,
and ole massa and missls, too. She
looked too high, and want to marty our
NTarse Harry, and he was just dat wild
bout her. So ole massa an him had
some words bout it and on his death
bed old marse made him promise neb-
ber to marry her. So he went way, an
nebber come back and AIissis Brown
and Miss Rosey dey went way, too, an
we nebber heered muffin bout 'em
sence."
i" Did Miss Rosey have her portrait
taken while she was here 7"
An old woman who had been nurse In
the family, answered this question:
Old marse had 'painter gentleman"
to come and take the portraits of each
of the family, and among the rest, Miss
Rosey's because she was so pretty.
"But she warn't no great lady, Miss
Rosey warn't-leastway not real, lady
like her young missises, what had de
Tyrell blood in dar veins" she added
proudly. AM she nebber could get
ober it, her tryin' to worm herself into
dar family and settin' ole marse and
Marse Harry ag'in each oder.
/ returned slowly to the old farm
house at which had engaged nights
lodging. Disappointed at the result of
my search, made one more attempt,
by inquiring of my host, at supper, if
he could tell me what had become of the
Tyrells' former rhousekeeper, Mrs. Brown
and her daughter, Rosey.
The farmer looked up at me with sud-
den interest.
81 suppose you're on the same errand
that Mr.. Walters was-that lawyers
agent that was along here week ago."
he said. I" He wanted to find Miss
Rosey, and he put notice in the papers
that there was something to her advan-
tage. You haven't found her yet, it
seems, sir. Well now, it's quar- thing
that Mr.. Harry Tyrell should have
willed all his property to her. She'll be
a rich woman for though the estates
been neglected, it's valuable still, and
could easily bring fortune under prop
er management"
Before left Marsden county, L got
from my entertainer the address of Mr..
Walters. Through him, if successful,
l might yet find the fair object of my
search.
had now double inducement; for
the fair Rosey was an heress, and also,
as appeared from her retaining the name
Of Brown, yet unmarried. And so, elate
and full of hope, returned to my old
quarters among the health giving
"piney-woods," where Mrs. Bowling
welcomed me with motherly kindness,
and the assurance that my brief jaunt
must have done me "a power of good"
judging from my frightened looks.
After our early supper, L repaired to
the little parlor, and seating myself on
the sofa, gazed long at the beautiful, CO.
quettish face on the wall opposite.
AT least twenty years had elapsed
since that portrait was taken. "Rosey"
was now probably tall graceful woman
of say thirty-five or thereabouts.
Well, at that age many women are
more beautiful and attractive than in
their youth, and I-why, was myself
nearly thirty. No great difference after
all.
And just here Miss Mandy came in,
with some gay knitting in her hand,
seated herself in q low rOcking-c chair,
facing me, and exactly beneath the
portrait.
glanced from her thin sallow visage
to the blooming face above, involunta-
rily contrasting the two. Then sud-
den idea occurred to me. Dorkey had
heard Mr.. Davis mention Rosey, and
Miss Mandy, being Davis kinswoman,
might know something about her. So
said
"Miss Mandy, did you ever know
young lady by the name of ROsey
Brown.
She looked up quickly, and pursed her
lips into demure smile.
Why, Mr.. Courtenay, what do you
want of Rosey Brown"
"Oh, have heard of her." said
convinced that was again on the track,
and proceeding cautiously. "She was
engaged once-te Mr.. Harry Tyrell."
"That was long time ago. Rosey's
no doubt forgot all about him before
this. He was weak, no.account sort
OF chap" she added, coolly, as she
turned "a roundn in her knitting.