The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-03-01

hind the house.
In little arbor under the trees Ro-
sine sat and embroidered while the aunt
knitted. ....
sat near Rosine and read to her.
l forgot all the world except myself
and Rosine, when L was suddenly
aroused to a sense of It's existence.
Returning to my studio one evening I
found my father sitting astride q chair
with his arms upon the back, regarding
my marine view,
"You work me re slowly than usual,
my boy" he said, when we had shaken
hands.
replied that the sen was capricious,
and that waited for certain tints which
only certain days would bring.
every wlse," he replied; "but now,
jack what do you suppose I have come
from London for2
"Think!
''Ah, you never oanl
''It is delightful surprise for you!
II have arranged m alliance for you.
you will have for your wife lovely
young creature, not eighteen, beautiful,
accomplished, and an heiress; the
daughter Of my old friend, Churchill,
who adores art, and believes you a
genius.
''It was his proposal.
"Money we have enough Of he said.
"Family we both have.
''I want grandsons who will be artists,
should adore son-in-law who was
genius."
$50 of course, it is settled"
"Without me2" I asked.
ooh, OF course You are delighted"
cried papa,
'She is a beautiful rs though she were
poor, and as rich rs though she were
plain, this young lady we offer YOU"
What could say2"
had not at that moment the courage
to say
II love the niece of poor old peasant
woman who lives in little cottage"
Perhaps it was cowardly; but to avoid
explanations for the present, / agreed TO
return to London with my father early
the next morning.
After supper 1 stole down again to old
Mannette's little cottage, and peeping
through the windows, saw both women
together bending over some object, at
Which they were looking by the light OF
the shaded lamp.
1t was beautiful picture-the old
brown face set off by it's high white cap,
long golden earrings, and bright blue
handkerchief; the young one, fair, rosy,
soft, and in purest white; Rosine, dressed
like Persian.
"Come out, Rosiue;" I whispered.
through the blinds.
II have como to tell you something"
whispered, as I led her away from the
door.
II am going to London tomorrow.
My father will have it so.
"He has chosen a wife for me-some
rich lady whom am told to marry for
her money.
''And I am ordered to show myself to
her."
'T'ken goodbye" said Roslne, hold
ing out her hand
"We shall not see you at Lyons
again."
"Rosine," said you must hear me
out.
II am not going to marry this heiress.
hate herl'
"Poor heiressl
"What has she done?" asked Rosine
"NothinQ," said.
"ProbablY she also hates me.
"But L will not have her; Will marry
girl love, or none.
"Rosine, when come back will you
marry me2
II shall be very poor. for my father
will not help me If disobey him."
Rosine looked at me.
After while she put her hands in
mine,
III you come back and ask me to-"
che answered.
II swear It'll" 7 said.
II plight my faith to you'll"
Then I kissed her, and we parted.
Ny father and myself we're in the
hotel, when suddenly gentleman stood
before us, offering us his hands,
It was General Churchill.
"Ahl--how are your he cried.
II have just been to the train to re-
ceiye my daughter, whose old nurse has
just brought her home from the seaside
"They are taking coffee: no time like
the present for introducing the young
people"