Daily Republican., 1888-05-08
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Cautiously she found her way back
to the house, and Oscar Dunn went
on his unholy errand, neither of them
Noticing the pale, motionless figure,
which stood like frozen thing behind
, the clump OF fir trees.
sand she Is her sisterl" he NUT
tered, when the blood began 10 flow
again through the chilled veins. "The
same blood warns their bodies. Ali
can 1t be possible / have heard arightf
Am not rather in dream3"
Ho looked about him, stopped and
picked q bit OF tringed silk from rose
bush growing on one side of the path,
and held 1t against his sleeve.
No." he groaned. at Is q horri.
bic reality This has been torn from
her shawl-the very one she wore
when we walked in the garden last
night. Thank God, l never loved
herl"
And following with rapid steps the
path which Oscar Dunn had taken, he
too left the garden.
1t was long past twilight. The
shadows were clinging to everything
out of doors. Gloomily lurking under
the old oak tree, steadily asserting
their right to the pleasantest side ot
the house, keeping close to the stone
wall OF the garden, hiding under the
heavy window lodges, and nesting
under each bush and blossom on the
lawn. Indoors they crept about more
stealthily, fiickering doubtfully in the
| far corners OF the room.
Up and down, up and down, from
one window to another, silent figure
was pacing.
Her feet fell softly in among the
roses of the carpet, until, as a thought
of defeat flashed through her brain she
ground her heel down among the
flowers as If hating the sight Of theiI
innocent beauty.
Suddenly she paused before mirror
that ran from floor TO ceiling, and
gazed at her own dark face reflected IN
the glass, while faint shadow stole
across It., -:.
mo, l am not as beautiful as Rose.
know ii, in spite of the flattery of Q
dozen lovers. ! can read the truth
here, for this dumb thing will not liep
Once more she turned back as far as
the window, and lifting the curtain
with her jeweled hands, pressed hel
check against the cool glass.
| "It is three years since our mother
died, yet saw her last night, as she
used to look when she stood at the
lgarden fence aud smiled so fondly al
| little Rose. She never gave me q
1.-THE OF the love she lavished on her
lpale darling. All, Rose would take
all the love from me worth having
Ought l not to hate herP"
The breath came quick and fierce
from between her splendid teeth, and
she did not hear the door as 1t opened
softly behind her, for che was still be-
hind the curtains.
"Oh, Philip, it seems so nice to bt
at home again! And how kind o
Margaret to send you for mel Does
she guess our secret, dearP"
mo, my darling; would not tel
her until could gain the assurance o.
your love from your own dear lips
oh, Rose, Rose, you are rose of the
world TO mel"
They were startled from the avowa
of a love that had Withdrawn theil
thoughts from everything else, by the
sudden noise ol window beinf
raised.
Rosamond turned her head and saw
her sisters dress below the curtain.
"Desr Margaret" she exclaimed
springing half way across the room.
But she stopped there with q shrek
Of dismay. One instant Margaret Ro.
maine had held apart the heavy cur.
tains, gazing at her sisters innocent,
love lighted countenance-then with a
face lyid as death, and full of fear.
iful hatred, she had turned and leaped
| from the window to certain death.
1t was O year longer before PhiliI
Evelyn Won his rose from the garden
world of fair women; it was a litetim'
before Rose could forget her sister!
fatel
Did she forget it even then2