The times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1882-1897, 1883-01-19

treaty OF his large eyes. wrung the
heart of poor little Rose. who was sure
that he desired to communicate some
thing to her.
When Philip came to the bedside, that
same dumb, passionate. beseeching
glance went out to him. The young
man seemed to understand it.
He bent over the stricken man quiet
ly, and said, with his hands upon the
poor helpless hands on the SPREAD
II know what you wish to say, dear
friend. Do not be troubled-eyery-
thing is right. BE comforted."
Tears gathered in the old mans eyes,
and Philip motioned Rose and the
housekeeper from the room. They
could hear his voice low and steady
and soothing; and when they returned,
Poilip went away, but that anxious, en-
ger, expression was gone from Mr.. Cur
ney's eyes; and when, later, Rose ques-
toned Philip concerning her fathers
uneasiness, she got no satisfaction.
1t was then, in the days of her sor-
row, that the girl learned the real no.
bility and gentleness of Philip Grant
ley's heart. Never was there such an
unwearying nurse as he.
He took all troublesome duties upon
himself. Rose gladly gave the reins of
government into his steady hands.
Rose thought with a dreadful heart
sinking of his departure.
She preached the subject one day.
"Mr. Grantley," she said, al feel that
1t is selfish in us TO lean o thoroughly
upon you. We must learn to do with
out you. Some time again, if you will
visit us, when papa is better"
Her voice broke here; everything in
the future looked so hopeless, and She
knew herself to be young and inexperi-
enced.
He was watching her attentively,
with very gray eyes; and when she
paused he took her hand and drew her
INTERESTINGLY into the circle of his arm.
"Rose, do you want me to go awayP"
She shook her head. She dared not
trust herself to speak.
"Rose, l will not attempt to disguise
from you the fact that your father will
never again be we'll. Some time, per-
haps months hence, he may regain the
power of his speech. But, Rose, he will
be an invalid always; and am going
to ask you to let me share with you the
care of him. He is dear to me, and l
suit him. Rose, dear little red Rose, !
want you for my own; we need each
other-don't you see? Can you love me
littlep"
She was weeping wildly in his arms
now, and he waited for her to grow
calmer, and then led her into the sick
room.
Mr.. Quincy listened, with such I'M
mistakable rapture and assent in his
eyes, to the young mans story. that
Rose could not doubt what the desire
of his heart had been.
They were married very quietly few
weeks later; and then few words from
Mrs. Barton, the housekeeper, opened
Roses eyes.
$50 you are not to leave the old place
after all, Miss Rosep"
leave the Hallp What do you mean,
Mrs. Bartonp'
"Then Mr.. Grantley has not told
you?"
Told me what?"
''Miss Rose, just before your fathers
illness, he had decided to sell the old
house, as he has met with heavy losses.
Mr.. Grantley bought the place of him
in order that it might not 60 into the
market. He has probably been keeping
this from you in order to save your feel
ings; and | must say, Miss Rose"-with
the respectful freedom of an old serv-
ant-'you have got one of the kindest-
hearted gentlemen in the country"
Rose went silently in search of her
husband. When she found him in the
library her face was very pale. and her
eyes very big.
''Philip," she said, II have just learn
ed that this house belongs to you.''
whats mine is yours, my dear; and
what's yours is -
But Rose had thrown herself upon his
breast and was crying heartily.
''Philip! How rude, and unkind, and
ungenerous | have been to you, who
are so noblen'
''Softly, little one! You were always
my own red Rose; little tborny, per-
haps, but that is the nature of roses"