New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1881-07-24

her reach She tried to settle something, to
read, TO do some OF her fancy work. For moment
She Thought that to practice IA duty which her
emancipation she had much negectcd-might
soothc her; but she could Only practice bg going
the sttlng-room where the piano was, where her
mother usually sat, and where Anne Id most
likely be at that hour Her book was novel, but
she could not read 1t. Even novels. though they
gre wonderful resource III the NgllS OF life, lose
their interest at the moments when the readers
story Is at, or approaching, crisis. When she sat
down To read one OF the phrases III Cosmos letter
would suddenly dart upon her mind like winged
Insect ana give her sting or the more serious
words OF TIE other iettel-the secret of the dead
which she had vioated-would fit across her. till
her BRAIN could stand 1t no longer. She rose up
win start ana unS, i'll KIND OF childish deSpera-
llon She could not, would not bear it, all alone
in That little dark cell of herself, with rays of
ll@ht penetrating 1t except the most unconsolatory
rays, winch were not light at all, but spurS As of
evil gases and bad little savage suggestions. such
as 10 make another rad upon Anne dispatch box,
ana get the letter again and burn il, and make An
fnd OF It, coming INTO her mind against her VIII.
But then. even if she were wicked to do that,
how dld she know there was not another indeed,
Rose was almost sure that Anne had told her there
was another-thc result of which would be that she
would only have the excitement OF dong something
very wrong without Getting any good from 1t. She
sat with her book III her hand. and went
page or two without understanding IA word. And
then she jumped up and stamped her / tile feet ana
cIenched her hands and made. faces IN the glass at
CoSmO and tate Then, i'll utter lmpatience, feeling
herself like hunted creature. pursued by some
thing, she knew not what, Rose seized her hat and
went out, stealing softly down the stairs that
body might see her She sand to herself that there
was a hit of ribbon to buy There are always bits
would save the maid the trouble and get it herself
The tranquil little old-taShioned Highest. of
country town on an August morning Is as tranquil
izlng place as it is possible to imagine. 1t was
more quiet more retired, and what hose called
here gh.peakcd gable, there an ovcrhanging
upper story, the red pcdiment OF the Queen Anne
house which was Mr.. Loseby office and dwelling,
the clustered chlmnryS OF the aImShonseS-how
they stood out upon the serene blueness of the sky
and brlillaDcy of the sunshine! And underneath
how shady 1T was, how cool on the shady side; IN
what depth of soft shelter, contrasting with the
blaze on the opposite pavement was the deep
ernous doorway of the Black Bull and the show
III the shop windows, where one mild waytarcr i'll
muslin was gazing in, making the quiet more APP
parent. \ boy in blue, with butchers tray upon
his head, was crossing the street two little children
III sun bonnets were going along with basket be
tween them; ana III the extreme distance was COS
tennongcrs cart with fruit and vegetables, which
had drawn some women TO their doors. OF itself
the cry OF the man who was selling these provSl0
was not mclOdOus, but II was SO SOitcncH 10y the
delight of the still. sweet morning air, in which
there was still Whlii of dew, that it toned down
into the general harmony, adding q not unpleasant
sense of common affairs the lcsurcly bargain. the
innocent acquisition. the daily necessary traffic
which keeps homes and tables supplied. The buy
ing and selling of the rosy-chccked apples and
i'll such softencd silent place. Rose did not enter
into the sentiment OF the scene; She was herself
discord in it. In noisy London she would have
been more at home; and yet the quiet SOothcd her,
though she interrupted and broke 1t mp with the
sharp pat of her hleh hceled boot and the crack of
her French muslin She was not disposed toward
the limp uptIdy drapcrlcs that are . the fashion,
Her dress neither swept the pavement nor was hud
died up about her knees like the curtains of a
shabby room, but beloved about her in CGiSp puls
with enough of starch and her footstcp, which
sharply than ever in the energy of her diScoinpo
SURF. The butcher in the vacant open shop, from
which fortunately most of its contents had been
moved, came out to the door heWlldcTcd to see who
it could he and on of Mr.. Loscbys clerks pokcd
ont of window IN his shirt-slceNcs but drew back
AGAIN much confused and ahaNhed when he caught
the young lady eye. The clerks in Mr. Loscby's
Office were not, ii may be supposed of an order
nope from any notice from Miss Mountford of
Mount; yet IN the tMcnteS both boys and girls
have their dcluSons on that point. Rose however.
noticed the young clerk no more than if he had
been Il coStcrnonger, or one of the cahhagcs that
worthy was selling yet the sight of hum gave her
new idea Mr. Losehy any Mountiorl of Mount
had right to speak to Mr.. LoNcby, whatever
trouble he or she might be in. And Rose knew the
way into his private room as wcl rs II she had been
child of the house. She Obcyed her sudden inn
pulse, with great many calculations equally
Toso@ II Would be- we'll o s@e what M NGr
LoSeby knew; and then he might be able to
think of some way of furnishing Cosmo and
then-in any case it would be a relief to her mind.
The young clerk in his shirt-sleeves yawning over
his desk. heard the pat of her high heels coming up
the steps at the door, and could not believe his
He addressed himself to hi, work with earnest
ness which was almost solemn. Was she coming TO
complain OF his Stale at her from the window or
was it to ask Mr.. Lo,cby. perhaps, who was that
nice looking young man IN the little room close to
Mr.. Loseby's room was apt to look dusty in the
summer though il was in Tact kept in admirable
order. But the Turkey carpet very old and
penetrated 10y the sweeping of generations and
the fireplace always had tngr of nshr, about if
10 day the windows were open, the Venetian blinds
down, and there was sort OF gIccn dmncsS in the
room, III which Rose dazzlcd 10y the sunshine
OF doors, could for the moment distinguish nothing.
She was startled by MIR Loscby's exclamation of
her name. She thought for the moment that he had
found her out internally aS well as externally, and
! surprised her secret as we'll AZ herself. why.
little Rose he said. lie sitting in coat made
OF yellow Indian grass silk which did not accord 50
well as his usual shining backucss with the gliScn
ing of his little round bald hcaC, and his eyes and
Spectaccs. Ills table was covered with papers done
up as bundles with all kinds OF red tape and bands.
ms Is sight for eyes he SAID ron are like
| summer itself stepping INTO old mans dusty
my summer Rose, | don't know which is the
freshest and the pretticSt" said the old lawyer,
som OF La France which on his table in Ncnc-
tan glass. lie had fancy for pretty things.
'Oh! was passing and thought would come
Inland see YOU, Rose said.
Mr. LOscby bad taken her appearance very
quietly, rs matter of course but she began
to explain he was startled. He pushed his spccta-
curiously. AhN he said that was kind of YOU
TO come with no other object than TO an old
man
ON cried Rose confused i did not say had no
other object, MIR. Loseby l want You to tell mc--is
-ls-Anne likely to settle upon the DoWer-housc /!
| do so want to know.
My dear child, your mother has as much TO do
with it as Anne has. You will hear from her better
than from me-
To be sure, that is true said Rose; and then
after a pause Oh Mr. Iosrby i, if really really,
true that Cosmo Douglas is not going TO marry
Anne isn't ii shameful! to bring her into such
trouble and then to lorsake her. Couldn't he be
made to marry her. think it is Il hOrrid shame
mat man should behave like th2t and get pun
lshInent at ALL
Mr. Loosely pushed his spcctaclcs higher and
higher; he pccrcd at her through the partial lght
with very close scrutiny. Then he rose and Ii alf
drew up one of the blinds. But even this did not
| satisfy him. Do You think, then he said at last
| that it would be punishment 10 Il man to marry
| Amer
| 1T would depend upon what his feeling, were