Western sentinel. [volume] (Winston [i.e. Winston-Salem], N.C.) 1856-1886, 1881-06-02
ROSELLE.

scason-just before fashions vots
rie said good by to the fascination
of the opera and ball, and fie
to the country haunts and ocean
o beaches.
Two genteel loungers who ha
strolled in to look at tho costume
now sat in one Of the little alcove
that opened upon the balcony
smoking and chatting over thci
cigars.
Where do go 2 said Henry.
Ito Brighton. And you 2
| sTo Switzerland, ] think. Par.
|ty CT us going; all the club, all cav
fStanding.
| And he z
Henry laughed. He will not b
induced to leave England, or th'
vicinity of London, this summer,
he said. He's done for, evidently.
What You don't mean he ii
in earnest with the dashing Rosellei
I fancied he was not so far gone al
that
Il think he cares more for Koselle
than he is willing to confess, even
to himself. But he is off on a new
scent now. There is a lovely wild
rose of girl been visiting friends
of his. She is from Beechville, 80
miles away. Her father has a su-
perb country residence, and she is
an only daughter. He is invited
up there for shooting and fishing by
her brother. If he goes--farewell.
Standing. 1 fell sorry for Roselle.'
Bah y sneered tho other, You
waste your pity
you do Rossl!e wrong said
Henry, She is grossly misludged
by most people. She is imprndent
rash, even in her conduct at times,
but she is a fine girl, with heart
which l believe is deeply touched
just now.'
You are very lenient in your
Judgment for man of as wide ex-
perience as yours
sYes, perhaps so. My expert
ence makes me lcnient. Rosellc
excites my interests and pity. She
always has. An orplIan-~ith mon
~, beauty, dash, spirit, with no
caution, no adviser, che has become
| social code to herself. Yet no
body can lay finger upon one
wrong act in the girls life. | wish
Standing would marry her, but he
hasn't the moral courage.
They moved on, aid did not see
The figure of a woman who sat just
outside the balcony.
II was Roselle.
She had heard all the conversa-
ion.
so he is going to Beechville,
'he said /; 'aad to her I! We will
sec.'
Two weeks later tall young
fellow in thin coat and straw hat,
left his luggage to follow him, and
with careless glance at the group
Of lonngers about the little station,
for an inn, half mile dis
tant on the Great Northern, at
He was perhaps % or 20 years
old, beardless, brown haired, dark
eyed with a handsome, weak
and an irresistible emile and
perfect teeth. 1t was Standing.
As he walked leisurcly along he
heard the clatter of horse's hoofs.
Looking up, he saw a handsome,
high spirited, black horse, on
which was seated a lady, in a per-
fectly riding habit--a lady, who
refined in her horse when she saw
him, and leaned forward with a
bright smile and bow.
Roselle, by jingo!' he cried,
sarPrisc, pleasure, CONSERVATION, all
mingled in his face. Then he
bounded over the pasture fence,
and was a. her side in a moment.
Are You not glad to sec me 2
he asked with one of her blight
smiles, as ste playfullY touched his
shoulder with her riding whip.
'Glad z Why, yes Of course
Always glad to zee you, you know !;
only Its very sudden and unezpects
ed!'
'Oh it was very sudden Z smiled
Roselle. I was talking with Mrs.
Thorne--Mrs. James Thorne, you
know--about summer resorts, and
CHANGED to mention Beechvilie as a
nice. quiet place, wh ere one conld
have plenty of air and exercise, and
not obliged to dress to excess. She
seized at it Immediately. Have
been here a week. Heard you
were coming last night
Who told yon 2 qleried Stand
ing, as lie lifted his hat aud ran his
slender white fingers through his
crisp hair.
Who 7--oh, Mr.. Hamilton
Hugh Hamilton. He is up at the
inn opA sa-;rf hn D.: