New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-06-14
ROWENY IN BOSTON
XIX.
FERDINAND IN TROUBLE.
-o,,,,,toht, 1901; By The Tribune Assocfdnon'

| copyrf0ht, 1891 BY The Tribune As'0oa"'"'
A soon as she reached home Rowena TOOK
ber little hand lamp and went up to her room
whore the one window looked over tne "iue
stretch of pasture land. The moon Lighted UP
the pasture now. -. 49,,
The girl sat down moment Win Tue ~''.
IN bor hand Philip had gone. He had not
fingered a moment save to take her hanu anu
saw In an unsteady voice that he didn't KNOW
when he should see her again. He should Try no'
| to see her; he didn't tnlnK ne couiu '
keep meeting her.
Mrs. Tuttle was standing in the open door WHICH,
her daughter walked slowly up to the house
| aOh. Rowenyin she exclaimed. do hope you
amt done nothin' you'll be sorry for.
aI hone so too" returned Rowena. I've
dore what had TO do. Don't stop me. mother
I can't talk about it,
Then she had taken her lamp and gone up
stairs Her sisters looked at her wonderihgV.
Mrs Tuttle stepped out to the oarn' "nere n0i
husband was looking after a sick COW.
II guess it's all over, Hiram." she said. stop
nino in the yard where she found, him cutahg
up fodder.
aWhats overp" in an alarmed tone.
All our plans bout Roweny n Philip. Snes
Jest come home"
! "Oh. we'll, returned Mr.. Tuttle, ave cant
MANAGE them things. You know. The young folks
| have their own notions. l hope it'll all come
out right, n guess twill Do you think -puus-
| ing In pushing the fodder through the cuteer' w
YOU think she's got fancy for this felier .ha'9
round. IN that can't say only once
while?"
1--WE ben tryin' to make up my mind. put 1
can't Wells know her, can't seem 10 ueil'
What do you think Of him?"
Il like him frst-rate. He amt no fooi' l
tell ye I've been watchin him. He's In love
with her
Mr.. Tuttle spoke rather proudly. He had taken
to Bradford more than his wife had done. IL was
n recommendation for the young man that he had
fallen in love with Rowena.
At Inst the girl detached her thoughts from
Philip sufficiently to recall her interest in the letter
she had just received.
It was not from the young man whose aunt was
a medium. 1t was from Miss Phillips She had
lost no time in keeping her promise to her cousin
Keats Her note to Rowena had gone out in the
same day on which he had gone There were not
many lines The girls eyes flashed eagerly down
the page then back ngain for second reading.
Surely there was more than that No. there was
not.
The letter seemed to be cordial 1t asked
Rowena to come to Chares-st. for a visit of
week or two on her return 10 Boston The writer
once intended.
1t was in vain for Rowena to read the words
again. She was chilled. But she did not know
why. Her very fingers grew cold they held
the paper and felt the message from her heart.
And yet it seemed cordial, sincere invitation
She would not go to Miss Phillippss house.
Even if she had felt differently she would not go,
because she In Boston TO work. She was to
leave home the following Monday. She could
spare no more time before the long summer when
she would be in the country and would feel as if
everybody was looking at her and condemnng her
because If she must take lessons, she did not
take them of that woman who came out from
some place--it was not known where-only "she
came out" She made q person an artist in six
easy lessons.
ROwena was very much depressed when at last
she lay down for the night. In the background
of all her reflections the face Of Philip Barrett
when he had hidden her good-by. There was also
feeling that her money might not hold out.
She supposed people always spent more than they
intended to spend. She felt that she had been
saving of her pennies to the verge Of meanness
And they were getting so low. She must decide
, whether she would apply for the school George
Warner would give mp In the fall. She should
dislike it, but she might be obliged to teach
term or two so that she might still go to Allies
|
stress of circumstances beyond an interference by
Providence that would make her give up her
learning to paint 1t had been dear triumph
for her to know that since her study she had far
, more control of her hand when she made sketches
from nature There was a something she could
catch and hold now which had always euded her
? before.
Mr. Bradford praised while he criticised. He
had many ways like his cousin. Rowena had al
most fallen into habit Of watching for those
ways When they came she would suddenly look
up at the young man and smile. On such occa-
, sions the responsive smile upon his face be-
coming so ardently warm that Rowena was
9 vaguely moved by it.
r The next day was Saturday. On the Monday,
early, she would go back to Boston In boat with
Uncle Reuben. To ride thus would not be tedi-
, ous now that the days were sweet and warm with
S the near presence of summer. Besides, she saved
car fare by going this way. She would send
Miss Phillips a note from Hudson-st
Living there close TO the roof of the old house
she heqan to compose the note TO Miss Phillips.
. But her mind wandered; she no longer heard
the frogs. She was asleep
George Warner was already mending rapidly.
The news that Mary Jane Jewett WINS really
going TO mary Charlie Simmons and live in
a Borston." was now widely disseminated. Miss
Jewett had kept her promise. She had told
Jim Townshend. He had struggled manfully under
the blow, and he was resolved that George
9 should comfort him, as resolved he could be
n with his kind Of q mouth and chin.
S Miss Jewett to facilitate further the distribu-
ton Of the news, had impaired it to Marthy S.
When Rowena walked over to see George late
Saturday afternoon she had found that invalid
, sitting in rocker with pillow. at her back
= looking over strips Of patchwork. She even had
/ visions of new kind of pattern Of a bedquilt
c that should Guido anything ever yet made.
z George WIS still weak, however, She was
melted to tears at sight Of her friend. who had not
r been afraid to speak to that Jewett girl
:. She Rugged Rowena with hyEerical fervor
She asserted that if it had not been for her she