The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1883-08-07

llCCle creature
Rosa wrote several narrowing letters
to MI. Brabazon, all Of which she fin
ally tore up, and when she saw the mar
riage proclaimed in the papers she gave
the big wax doll to little girl who was
eleven years and six months old.
"She won't have any associations
connected with it," sighed Rosa.
And about that time she was pro.
NOTED to higher grade in school.
began lessons OH the guitar, and put
her unhappy love affair out of her mind,
1t could not have been more than
eight years subsequently that the col
lision occurred OH the Grand Canal at
Venice, in which ono of the gondolas
capsized, and beautiful young Ameri-
can lady, niece Of tho then United
States consul, received an involuntary
ducking.
Perhaps the romantlcally dressed
gondoliers were intoxicated; perhaps
Miss Barony had, as they asserted,
risen hastily, to point out something,
and destroyed the balance of the
mouldy, black-velvet-lined old convey
ance.
At all events, NJ .ss Barony was upset,
directly III front OF the Palazzo di Sill
via, where Mr. Brabazon occupied the
first floor, marble-paved desolation of
old pictures; brOken-noSed statues, and
orange-trees in tubs.
or course, Mr.. BrabazOn sent out his
valet to offer his services.
OF course, they carried Miss Barony
IN, and laid her on a sofa (draped with
tapestry which somebody said Lucrezia
hn1 70 4
made much of her.
But how ridiculous all this is, -
said Miss Barony, with merriment
cleaning in her beautiful dark-blue
eyes.
81 am a little wet, to be sure, but
otherwise l am entirely mharmed.
why didn't they put mo in the gon-
dola again, and send me back to my
mcle's palazzo?'
MIR. Brabazon, however, was far too
hospitable for that.
Ills Cdppou ttiiu opoOLuUlc,1 ,vla 1,o
keeper was ready with spiced drinks,
and great baskets Of grapes and cake,
and he himself was all politeness and
chivalrous courtesy.
Miss Barony gaZed curiously around.
How angelically beautiful she looked
wrapped in the violet velvet cloak,
edged with ermine, her cheeks flushed
with softDst rose, her eyes sparkling,
her hair hanging in a fringe of dark
gold over her forehead.
"Where is Lady Helen Brabazon?''
she asked abruptly.
Mr.. BrabaZon WINGED.
''She has been dead for year,n he
said. 81 am q WidOWer.n -
You were acquainted with my late
wife2"
son, no, not at alli'' said Miss
Barony. "Only, of course, all the
world had heard of her."
"She was a famous beauty, wasn't
sne?"
"She was very iovely,'' said the wild
Z ."r'.
u n2n Miss Barony was carried away
IN newly'suminoucd gondola, whose
picturesque oarsmen were more to be
relied upon than their predecessors,
Mr.. BrabaZon asked permission to cali
at the consulate, to inquire how she
was, in the course Of day or two; and
Miss Barony accorded the permission
as young queen might have done.
Miss Barony was young, beautiful
and plquant.
Mr.. BrabaZon, whose life had been
nearly badgered out Of him by the ca
prices, -exactions and varying temper of
tho late Lady Helen, was charmed by
her sunny brilliance; and at month"; IS
end he came to Mr.. y MY, the United
States consul, t. ied permission To
press his suit VI .0 y.
Mr. Rarony !, con- ions.
Didn't you XII ~ al he.
''She is engaged"
"EngagedP' repeated Mr.. BrabaZon,
his heart seeming to turn to a lump of
ice within him.
"Quite an old affair, I believe" said
the consul.
"But perhaps you had better see my
niece herself about it.'
'I'll give her your message"
"She can decide to suit herself"
Miss BarOny was prettier than ever
In her cool muslin dress and pale blue
ribbons as she sat among the jessa.
mines and pomegranates Of the consul
| ate receptjon-room tho next day, tC
receive Mr.. Brabazon.
He had speech carefully prepared
| wherein all tho nominatives and sub
jects were carefully balanced, and the
exact words stationed in their exact
| places; but he forgot it all at tho fail
vision Of her perfect loveliness, ant
could only stand helplessly before hel
and say
Miss Barony, I love youl"
$50 you have been driven to confess
1t at last" said Miss Barony, "aftel
all these years"
''1 don't understand you," said Mr.
BrabaZon.
"You have forgotten me-" sait
Rosa.
"That would be impossible" assev
Grated Mr. BrabaZon earnestly.
but it's the fact" said she.
81 am little Rosa Dale, who was ell
gagged to you, under the chestnut-tree
at Amber Hill, nine years ago, AM
here is the engagemont.ring," holding
up slender golden hoop, with an opa
glimmoring in it's centre.
"No, Pm not at all surprised that yo1
didn't recognized me-"
81 was a child then--I am woman
now."
"And after my parents death, whel