New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1882-02-26
THE SCENT OF A DEAD ROSE

Il shall say no more; you may take your own
vav all of YOU | shall never interfere WIN Won
again for good or bad, so gOOd-by 10 you anu
Aunt Paulett hobbed of on her ebony cruteh Ike
the offended Old fairy godmother $50
The family looked at one another with blank
faces as the door ciapped smartiy after he'll o.,
Aunt Paulet was a woman OF her word, and If
sine SAID she would 90 back to her husband people,
90 She would undoubtedly, and then, what would
From that day-twcnty years ago-when she, a
chldess widow, entered her sisters scramblns'
out-at elbows household. to Yesterday evening, she
had ruled them all with rod OF iron, by the might
OF a strong will and long pulse
Easy-goug MIR. Hilton, and us ialr, stupl1' goou-
natured wife, VINO spent placid existence doing
woodwork on the sofa, her ideas seemingly
bounded by the requirements of the last annual
baby, were mere clpherN in Their own house, under
her stern, yet wholesome sway.
Ii Mr.. Hilton, after one or two cutting remarks
from her ladyshlp had sadly resigned MS auclehI
aud comfortable fashion OF spending the evenings
in his greasy Old dressing gown and down at-hcei
sppers-if the servants shook IN their shoes al the
sound of Lady Pauletts bell and mint OF Aunt
Arabella' queed the widest nursery uot-yet the
handsome premium which was 10 start clever JACK
on the road to glory "a an engineer, the allowance
which sent stud0us Pierce 10 college and saved INN
from filling a stOOl IN his fathers Office, DOra'S
pretty gowns and trinkets Emlys singing lessons
and the new piano. the summer trip 10 the seaside,
the winter pantOmime aud Christmas paity-ih
brief, all the comforts and Injuries Oi the family
from the pOuy-caTrlagc to the last bdbyS ChTlSton
ing robe came from the generous hand "f the same
benelcent Old despot and now, now all were
melting away before their aSlOnlshed eyes IKE
summer snow, and Aunt Arabella was OH 10 spend
the rest of her days with the George IauletIS- anu
why Because. tOrsOOth, pretty Dora, instead OF
carving out her aunts intentions and waiting I'LL,
in the tulneSs of time. Spencer faulett SLpulu 10,
turn from sea fall in love with and marry her. had
gone and engaged herself 10 the parish doctors
long-lcgged Irish assistant with nntllng IN thc
world to offer her but warm lrlsh heari' a Heceli
share of brains under his shock head OF rcd ha ana
income which he mCdcstiy described as pelhB
mostly Oh the wrong side OF his accouhI-Do"K as
yet.
There was an appalled, silence, broken only by
the sound of the old lady's crutch tapping oil into
the distance
Mr. Hilton retired behind his newspaper with the
air of man who had much to say on the subject
presently
Mrs. Hilton smiled feeby on her sofa. The
smallest Hilton but sat under the table sucking
its thumb and vaguely conscious OF evil to come
prepared for wall In distant window Dora
wept and wept ImperVlous to all her Corhehus
vigorous Whispers of consolation.
Pierce hal Withdrawn discreetly when the storm
broke, through the window into the garden, where
be was seen walking up and down IN dlsInayed
meditation; and Jack, surrcpttl0usly shaking ms
Inst at the unconscious back OF his would-be
bTOther-in-law, followed Pierce. Meanwhile, up
the staircase and down the corridor went aunt
Arabea brlsky enough despite her Ia"ehesS anu
her eighty years. She had two niue rooms In
remote corner of the house, sacred from the ntrn,
sion OF the most audacions of llltons she entered
the first of them, where pale, meek young female
sat sewing.
'Parkerp
Yes, my LADY,
Il want my trunks Find them at once and pack
up everything that belongs to me.
Long attendance her nperiOus mistress had
deprived the gentle Parker of the power OF express
ing any sentiment but that of meek acquiescence.
Yes my lady
we go by the first train tomorrow. be ready.
Yes, my lady.
And let someone take two letters to the post for
me tonight
Yes my LADY,
Lady Paulett passed on TO the next room, bed.
room furnished with "a magnificent erection OF
mahogany and satin damask large enough to &C
commodate ten little old ladies like herself
Nrpb
visible ancient spider-legged tables, corner cup
board with treasures of old china and enamel !;
elaborate works of art IN PATCHWORK; counter
pane cushions, etc, and some Trained ana glazed
performances, in tent-stltch, fIeazer meeting
Rebecca' The PrOdgaFs Return ana hutl
Cleaning with faces and hands Of painted KID
faded by age INTO a CHASTITY whlteness.
Lady Paulett seated herself IN tall old arm
char by the fire while Parker lighted q large
silver branched candlestlck and DIRE" table near
10 heT.
My writing-desl Parker and you may come Tor
the letters in half an hour
Yes my lady and while Parker hurried on 10
Iummage out her MISTRESS long forgotten uaNei-
hng equipments Lady Paulett IN her neat old
fashioned baud ndited two short notes addressed
thc one TO Mrs George Paulett, EasthOln Hall.
Wilmington, Yorkshire' ths other to L.. );
Blackett esq, LncOlns Inn London she had
hnlshed before Parker Teappe AIRED, ana after SUING
thu4lng for few minutes drew from her desk Il
folded paper. Ii was headed Memoranda Tor my
Val, 1862 and contained sundry notes over which
che pOndered
There are the letters, Parker. Let them go at
once-but first bring me hy dressiDg-case and
)eweLcase They shall have what | have be-
qaeathed to them now, before go. I'll make no
difference, and then pye done with them all for
eyer-ungrateful setP
Parker placed gorgeous inlaid dressing case and