The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-08-09
TRI-W EEKLY EDITION.
The young man seemed I o

went to him. The young man seemed tc
understand it.
| lie bent over the stricken man quietly
and said, with his hands upon the poor
helpless hands on the spread:
~ know what you wish tosay, my leal
( friend. Do not be troublcd-everythine
is right. BE comforted.
Tears gathered in the old mans eyes
and hemotiOned Rose and the house keep
er from the room. They could hear his
voice low and steady and soothing; and
when they returned Philip went away,
but the anxious, eager. expression was
gone from Mr.. Gurncy'S eyes; and when,
later, Rose questioned Philip concerning
-er fathers umeaSineSS, she got no salts
faction.
| 1t was then, in the days of her sorrow,
that the girl learned the real nobility
and gentlcless of Philip Grantley'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 q dreadful heart
sinking of his departure.
She broachcd the subject one day.
| "Mr. Grantlcy," "she said, 81 feel that it
! , is selfish III us to lean so thoroughly upon
yon- We must learn to do without YOU.
Some timeagain if you will visit us when
papa is better"
| Her voice broke here; everything in the
future looked 80 hopeless, and she know
herself to be young and inexperienced.
He was watching her attentively with
very gray eyes; and when she paused he
| took her hand and drew her llnreSStingly
i'll the circle of his arm.
"ROSc, do you want me to go away.
She shook her head. She dare not
trust herself to speak.
"Rose, will not attempt to disguise
from you the fact that your father Will
never again be well. Some time,
perhaps 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. 1leiS dear to me, and | suit him.
Rose, dear little red Rose, l want you for
my own; we need each Other-dOn't you
see? Can you love me a littlcp'
She was weeping wildly in his arms
now, and he waited for her to grow calm
CT, and then led her to the sick room,
MIR. Gurney listened, with such un-
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 houselleeper, opened
Roses eyes,
$50 you arc not going 10 leave the old
place after all, Miss Rost?''
"Lcavc the Hall? What d" yen mean,
Mrs. Barton?"
'"rhen Mr.. Grantley has not told your'
t'TolI mo >vhotan
"N1iss Rose, just before your fathers
illness, he had decided to sell the Old
house. as he had met with heavy losses.
Mr.. Grantley bought the place Of him i'll
| order that it might not 60 into the mark ct
He has probably been keeping this from
you in order to save your feelings; and l
must say, Miss Rose''-with the respect
ful freedom of an old servant "you have
got one of the kindest-hearted gentlemen
in the country"
Rose went silently in search of herhis-
band. When she found him III the libra
ry her face was very pale, and her eyes
| very big.
"Philip." she said, '.I have just learned
that this house belongs to YOU"
"What's 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
| ungenero,ls have been to you. who are
so noDle!''
"Softly. little one! You are alwaysmy
own red Rose; a little thor:ly, perhaps,
but that is the nature of roses"