The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1883-08-09

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year with its changing seasons had
come and gone, and again the roses bios
somed around about the Maitland cottage.
Upon the piazza sat Aunt M@garet- Mis-:
Maitland still-with strangely worn lool
upon her face. One year had done the
work Of a dozen ordinary ones. The little
ringlets at her temples were almost white,
and her faded eyes looked hollow and wan
Her cheeks, which twelvemonth before
rivalled those of Bose in plrmpness If not
in youthful freshness, were pinched and
sunken, and the hands that Mr. Rogers
had pressed with such exuberant ardor,
clutched each other nervously.
na-~ AZ earden waltz strolled youth
ful pair Will Vernon --.d s,.is r-..t,.
sweetheart. Time hBd de,it@ore lenient-
ly with them, though certain look OF care
rested upon their young faces
1t was just year ago that hunt Marga-
ret. ia the fitness and Joy of her heart.
presented Mr.. Rogers to IFS. Ind what .
terrible example of misplaced confidence
that was, said Rose, as they passed at the
very spot where the introductio had TAX.
en- place.
"And she is just as obdurate.s sver in
regard to our marriage" said yong Ver-
non, whipping off rose with his light
cane, while Rose clasped her hams togeth-
er and walked slowly about.
As she made no answer the yong man
continued:
I'll tell you what, Rose. five got to
wait four years more before I car claim
you, l am going away. Uncle Rolfwants
me TO settle hara now. He asked ie yes
terday why didn't marry. He'smoth-
er's only brother, you know, and rs no
children, and since his wife's die he's
seemed to take to me especially. b said
he'd give me a house and take m into
business il I'd marry. Can'tyo bv that
old she dragon Off some way? hlieve
the reason Mr.. Rogers wanted her as be-
cause she was wealthy. ! wish So had
oil your money, aud / had you. J"
His looks did not belle his wordas he
stood there. 1.-THE and strong in his7onng
manhood, and she went up and PLAID her
hands in his, saying softly:
Il know, Will. it is not my mon5 you
want. but cannot marry withou Aunt
Mars ,arets consent"
Uvell," he returned, "if somethS can
not be done. shall go to China. Uncle
Rolf, wants some one whom he CT trust
10 go 70 r a couple Of years or soand
think. had better be the one. /"
They walked slowly back tosrd the
house, where Aunt Margaret sat one with
Der grief. The one love affair cher life
had proved o miserable failurs When
the autumn leaves began 10 fall.n while
preparations we're already unde way for
her approaching nuptials tw worse
| than death came TO her. Hehignified.
| mature lover, Mr.. Rogers, Of ,ose busi-
ness little was known, except II hc spent
the greater portion Of bis tima the city
whose smoke could be seen nd whose
bells and whistles cond be ard from
the Msitland cottage. was snddlly arrest
ed, charged with burgllry. H she sur
vived she herself new, coul tell. She
had perfect faith in his hnocers. but she
dared not visit the cour roonwhlle bis
trial was in progress for sar til she might
be called upon as witsss.
4 But she was spared nv. ad after he
received his sentence-sn vars at hard
labor-she would sit hr afer hour with
his picture before be and weep bitter
tears. wrung from ! widwed heart.
She did not relent. h'eyer. regard TO
Rose and Will yernoi
"You are better Oliver 10 marry, Ros-
alind, j" she would "a you never can
trust the men. thou believe often
times they are more med seins, than
} shining"
As Rose stepped M the piazza Will
walked somevbAs ectedly down the