Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1885-11-14

il. Pray over IL. aliu then uecluo as
you viii. Tomorrow l will hear your
ultimatum.
"But yon will kiss mo good-by,
just as you used. Papa Pirek." plead
cd Rosamond, lifting her wet eyes to
his face.
Il will kiss you good-by just as
used. Rose-of-my- Heart.
Rosamond Villar's homo offered no
particular attractions upon that rainy
June night. At best Ii was but one
floor, IN q tlreary house which con-
ccaled its character under the impos-
ing title of "French flats. The fire
sulked; the chimney smoked; the faded
carpet looked comfortless. and worn;
the table was spread with no attempt
at the little rciinements which make
eating and drinking rank among the
fine arts. Rosamond thought that the
remains of Yesterdays Irish stew, weak
tea, and sour bakers bread, had never
seemed less appetizing than tonight
Mr.. Villars, one of those pretentious
artists who fancy that because their
pictures do not sell the whole world
must be in league against them, sat
moodily beside the lamp, his feet
stretched out, to the exclusion Of every
one else, his hands deep in his pockets.
Mrs. Villars, limp female, who went
through the world with chronic whine
and perpetual face-ache, involving
flannel bandage at most seasons OF
the year, was signing over the pickle
jar, as. one by one, she speared its con-
tents with fork.
I'D Almost as soon die as to live on
this way" sighed Mrs. Villars. "Sit
down TO your dinner, Rosamond-such
as it is. I'd have like to set good
joint of meat before you, but the butch
er says, up an down,as plain as pike
staff, that until that back bills settled
he'll trust no farther.
With an apprehensive glance toward
the unappreoiated devotee of art, Rosa
mond sat down and tried to sip little
]. of the cold, smoky tea. But every
mouthful seemed to choke her.
20, mother she said. II can't eatl
Do. mother, help me! Advise me lit
tie. Remember, you yourself were
young once-perhaps had two lovers,
like mel
MY DEAR coaxed Mrs. Villars,
"pm sure your duiy's plain enough.
About yourinclinations l don't pretend
TO say.
'.And my dutyg'
els to obey your parents and marry
Lorenzo Richardson.
ssThen l will, mamma" said Rosa
mond, convulsively swallowing q great
lump in her throat. ..Ill marry Mr..
Richardson. You can tell him so to-
morrow when he comes"
That's my own dutiful girlr' cried
Mr.. Villars, shifting his knee and half
turning round. 81 thought you'd come
to your sense after awhile. Cheer up,
old ladyg' to his wife, there's bright
days ahead for us yet, and all owing to
our little Rosamond.
But at dawn, while the faint star
light and the pink flush of coming sun
rise struggled together, Rosamond
Villars came to her mothers bedside
pale as ghost
Mother. can't do itr' cried she.
mo, / can't marry that old man when
all my heart is given to Cecil Piretp'
Old Alexander Piret met the girl at
the door with troubled, inquiring
countenance. but Rosanond ran sobbing
into his arms.
.'If it was the king, with palace
full of diamonds, couldn't give up
Cecil for him. Papa Pirct, III marry
Cecil if ] have to scrub floors for q iv-
ing!' breathlessly uttered she.
$50, so. my little girl. Bien, it Is
we'll And now for the news / kept
back yesterday, said the old French
man. Cecil has made his fortune.
He is even now on his way back to the
United States. don't know much
about the affairs Of those gold-mining
places, bat it seems Cecil was wonder
fully lucky in his choice Of land. And
when he comes back, my Rose-of-the-
World. he viii make you richer wo-
man than half dozen of yonder bald
headed old Richardsonsl Courage, my
love! The king and the palace Of dia-
monds are nigh at handr'
"Oh. NJ. Piret!'' gasped Rosamond,
sis it really truep"
AS the blessed gospel, my daugh-
ter"
s.But why didn't you tell me yester-
daypn
Because, Rosamond. saw that
yesterday your whole nature trembled
in the balance. left it to yourself and
your own soul. If you had elected to
marry the old suitor your parents fa-
vored should have mad no pity In my
heart But God be thanked, you are
true to your own loyal heart. And my
Cecil would have been rich man this
day If be never had seen the golden
shores Of Australian
And when Rosamond VilIars was the
wife Of 3 millionaire her father and
mother were forced to own that her
instinct had led her Alright.
And Papa Piret, released from the
daily drudgery Of music lessons. was,
perhaps, next to the groom, the hap
piesk man ID al the wide world. -New
York Dnifu AeUs.