Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1881-07-01


she was mighty purity young creetur
den, and powerful spilled by her moder,
and old massa and misss, too. She
look too high, and want to marry our
Marse Harry, an he vas jest dat wild
bout herl So ole massa an him had
somo high words bout it; and on his
death-bed ole marsc made him promise
neber to marry her. So den he went
way, an neber come back; an Missis
Brown and Miss Roscv dey went way,
too, an we neber heerd nullin' bout
'cm sence."
"Did Miss Rosey have her portrait
taken while she was herep"
An old woman, who had been nurse
in the family, answered this question.
Old marse had had 'painter gentle
man" 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 n real
lady, like her young missises, what had
dc Tyrell blood in dar veins" she
added, proudly. can she neber 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 farmhouse
at which had engaged a nights lodg-
ing. 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 housekeeper, Mrs.
Brown, and her daughter Rosey.
The farmer looked up at me with a
sudden interest.
II suppose you're on the same er
rand that Mr. Walters was--that law
yer's agent that was along here week
/ agoph he said. "He wanted to find
Miss Rosey, and he put a notice in the
papers that there was something to her
advantage. You haven't found her yet.
it seems, sir. Well, now, it's quare
thing that Mr.. Harry Tyrcll should
have willed all his property to her.
She'll be rich woman; for though the
estates been neglected, it's valuable
still, and could easily bring fortune
under proper management"
Before left Marsden County, got
from my entertainer the address of
"Mr. Walters" Through him, if sue
cessful, might yet find the fair object
of my search.
|
the fair Rosey was an heiress, and, also,
as appeared from her retaining her
name of Brown, vet unmarried. And
so, elate and full of hope, Ireturned to
my old quarters among the health
giving "piney-woods, - where Mrs.
Browling welcomed me with mother
: ly kindness, and the assurance that my
brief jaunt must have done me "a power
nd ,,,ifr ta,,o n
looks.
After our early supper, l repaired to
the little parlor, and, seating myself on
: the sofa, gazed long at the beautiful,
coquettish face on the wall opposite.
At least twenty years had elapsed
since that portrait had been taken.
"Rosey' was now probably tall,
, graceful woman of-say thirty-five OF
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.
t And Just here Miss Mandy came in,
| and, with some gay knitting in hei
hand, seated herself in low rocking
Z. chair, facing me, and exactly beneath
$ the portrait.
4 / glanced from her thin, sallow visage
to the blooming face above, involun
{ tarily contrasting the two Then a
Y sudden idea occurred to me. Dorkey
had heard Mr.. Davis mention "Rosey;''
d and Miss MANDY, being Davis kins
" woman, might know something about
g her. So said
e "Miss Mandy, die you ever know 6
young lady of the name OF Rosey
!. Brownp"
o She looked up quickly, and purset
her lips into demure smile.
1t "Why, Mr.. Courtenay, what do yol
n want of Rosey Brown?"
= "Oh, have heard of her!' said
o convinced that / was again on th,
e track, and proceeding cautiously. 'Sh,
n was engaged once to Mr.. Harry Tyr
" ell"
l. "That was long time ago. Rosey'
d no doubt forgot all about him befor
this. He was weak, no-account sor
L of a chap she added, coolly, rs sh
@ turned "a round' in her knitting.
"What has become of Miss Brown?'
1t ventured to inquire.
}, "Well, she amt very far away from
l. here"
vs. Not far from hereP"
Miss MANDY broke into laugh.
l. "Why, Mr. Courtenay, you dom
10 really mean to say that you don't know
l. that I'm Rosey Brown, and that that
my portraitP'
could do nothing put stare at he
incredulously.
le "To-be-sure, time, and trouble, an
i fever n ague, do change person,
T. proceeded The lady, in a deprecatn
rt tone; ''but | thought anybody coul
le see the likeness"
looked up, and sure enough, ther
,e now dawned upon my perception
g ghost-likc resemblance between thos
n, two faces. But how could 1 otherwis
s have ever expected itP
j. "They use to call me Rosey for
$. pet name," proceeded Miss Brow
lg coquettishly, "because they said
III looked so blooming. But it came to n
l awkward in time, so | dropped it IL
~ nv real name of Amanda. Why Mr.
u Bowling and all of 'em could have tol
l YOU that was Rosey Brown; and T.
u sure 1 thought everybody knew I'll
Id portrait was nine"
,h | was too much shocked to repl
Here had l been searching for weel
s. for the original of that picture. only
VS. find her where 1 had first seen her
under the picture itself. And now th
m sic was found, my dream OF romano
gs vanished nor could even the though
Oh of her newly-added golden charn
e. revive my interest in Miss Rose
q, Brown.
ur How she received her change of fo
al tune | do not know, for l left I'll
Mt - ninay-woOdSi az inn befOra the new
g. reached her, doing her the good tul
he to communicate her whereabouts
Id Mr.. Walters; and so my romantic fol
ed about picture remained as it doub
er less deservei-a folly to the end.
n. SATURDAY Night
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