The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-08-26

his GIRLS as they were, with matter-of-
course paternal pride, and sometimes
forgot and oftener felt too weary, to
shape into conduct his aspirations for
them They were all pretty-prettier
than their mother even. They were all
clever in their different ways, well-bred
and intelligent, as matter of course.
Those effects belonged to the Myrick
blood, the doctor thought, with some
pardonabIe self-complacency. He felt
sure that Rose, who was seventeen now,
had great executive force. He thought
that She might even inaugurate a new
reign in the housekeeping, if her mother
would only abdicate in her favor. He
had suggested the change of dynasties,
with a peridious pretense of relieving
his wife from care. But with perfect
sweetness she had declined all aid. With
her experience, she observed, house
keeping cares were nothing to her-the
merest form of occupation; whereas dear
Rose would grow old before her time
with such responsibility on her Shout
ders. No, no. Every girl learned that
sort of thing by intuition as soon as she
had house of her own. She knew she
did, and Rose had certainly inherited her
capacity to manage well. Let the child
have her brief holiday. Will Hayes
wanted her to be married in the spring,
and then she must settle down, of course.
Besides, as VIII was rich, Rose would
never have to slave as she had done,
thank Heaven!
This engagement was another of the
DOCTORS worries. Rose was too young,
he thought, and VIII too imperious.
But he was secretly pleased that the
Hayes family, who were as critical as
they were rich, should have given SO
warm a welcome to his bonny daughter.
Nevertheless, he reflected with some
shame, he did not feel well enough ac-
quainted with Rose to be sure that there
were not depths in her nature which gay
conventional Will would never sound.
Revolving these things in his mind,
DR.. Myrick turned in at his own gate
Mrs. Myrick, with her usual forethought,
having dispatched Jem, the factotum,
to the other end of the town, he groomed
his tired beast himself, and then made a
fresh toilette, not to bring the stable into
the parlor. When at last he came down,
Mrs. Myrick rose calmly from her rocker
and her novel before the fire.
welcome home, DEAR" she said, with
placid kiss, leading the way into the
dining-room, where the table stood
strewn with the debris of supper. "Bridg-
ct wanted to 60 out tonight, so told
her that as one never knew when to look
for you, l was sure you wouldn't expect
anything hot. There's no more toast, |
believe, but here are bread and butter
and preserves, and | don't believe the
tea is really cold yet. l put it down be-
fore the fire. Why, where's the tea
pot?"
Comm, mum; d'reckly, mum"
cried sweet young voice from the
kitchen! "Serve the gen'rman at once,
num-" And the doctor thought he had
never seen so pretty a girl as stood
framed in the doorway, her soft black
eyes shining with fun and affection, her
ripping raven hair pushed back from
her fair forehead, her cheeks dimping,
and her white teeth cleaning. There
was a splendor of youth and health and
purpose about her that fairly dazzled
him.
"Are you Hebe, cup-bearer to the i'm
mortalsP" he asked her, noticing her
uplifted arms and covered tray. Sure
ly | think you have the power to make
the aged feel young again"
80, no." she laughed, delightedlv, 81
am only poor slave to Galen, purveyor
of his Sagacity's broiled chicken and
toast and tea. Never mind historical
accuracy, papa. It's tea you have here,
instead of Falernian wine, and dare
say it is great deal better"
''Why, Rosalie," exclaimed her
mother, you are the precise color of
Fox martyrs in the picture-book. How
could you do such thing, when YOU
pretend to recognize Wills claims upon
you, and all the Hayeses so strict on the
subject of complexion"
Rose laughed, as she arranged the dis
orderly table. "You see, mamma" she
said, Il recognize papa's claim, too, and
he so strict upon the subject of involun-
tary starvation. At least he ought to be,
though he isn't, poor dear. Don't com
pliment me too soon, papa. Itmay turn
out as pink as poor Mr.. Copperfeld's
mutton, and | should never dare to grill
it for you as Micawbcr did that, with the
Hayses and their views as to complexion
only mile away. Mamma dear, beauty
is its own excuse for being. Go back and
finish your Dead Sea Fruit by the fire,
and leave me to feed this grampus."
but you never did it before, dear,
and why, being engaged, and all sighed
Mrs. Myrick, and paused, as giving up
a riddle too hard for her.
"No, dear, | never did, the more shame
to me. But it's not kind to remind a
penitent sinner of her transgression.
Leave her to Heaven, and those thorns
that in her bosom lodge to prick and
sting her." And pretty Rose waltzed
her mother back to rocking-chair and
novel, stirred the fire, turned up the
lamp, kissed her soft hair, and waltzed
back again, laughing. But it was very
sober maiden who quietly closed the
door behind her, and sat down beside
her father.
Now, papa" she said, 'there is
going to be an end of this thing, and we
must come to an understanding.
Certainly, my dear" he replied;
"whatever pleasures you. Would your
Royal Highness kindly specify the Of
Tending thing which is to be thus sud
denly cut off?''
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