Lawrence democrat. (Lawrenceburg, Tenn.) 1884-1925, 1893-01-27

pered, "tell me truly: Do you think
Frank has forgotten me?"
II am sure he has not, Rose. You
will find out one day that his truth ana
honor are unstained. But never for.
get, child, one thing: Have no engage
ment without your grandfathers
knowledge. Il never knew blessing
on sinful, willful marriage The
blessing of friends asks Gods blessing,
too, my child"
The war prophesied came with the
rapidity of thunderstorm. Hardly
had NJ, Aslin got home when the
country was scaled to social inter-
course, and LEGAL information became
very uncertain. and infrequent, In the
earliest phase of the excitement, Mr..
Aslin died of heart disease, and Senior
Gonzales went with troop of lawless
men to the Mexican frontier. Frank
was in Constantinoplc, and how the
reckless, improvidcnt family, with a
troop, OF lazy, unmanageable- servants,
was to live without the judges income
and the senor's overseeing seemed a
doubtful problem.
But time to Rose few in those days
Of excitement One great event trod on
the heels of another. About three
years, after Rose had come to her
own" and been received by them, had
passed AWAY; and Rose was still Rose
Van Ransaleur.y There had been nc
lack of lovers, but none of them suited
Rose for husband, and the old gen
tleman smiled grimly as one after an
other stopped visiting at the old brick
mansion.
Getting toward Chr istmas in the
fourth year of the war, Rose went one
morning with her grandfather to call
on friend staying in one of the fash.
ionable hotels. The clerk who an.
swered her grandfather's inquiries was
Frank Aslin. Rose looked gladly,
steadily at him; there was no doubt OF
his identity. In eager, fearful tones
she drew her grandfather aside and
told him all the truth. 1t was rather a
bitter pill for the old gentleman to
swallow, but he did not hesitate before
SO manifest a courtesy a and duty.
Still he could not quite control him.
self. .i
+"These Aslins seem our evil genius,
Rose" he said; their friendship in one
generation is enough"
l"Nay, grandfather, this generation
reaps what the last one sowed."
He shook his head doubtingly, but
after putting her in the carriage went
frankly up to the young man and said
Mr.. Frank Aslin?"
For one moment Frank hesitated
and then answered.: - .'2
81 know no reason tor denying my
name. Necessity has no law, sir"
81 am an old friend of your deat
father, and / propose in the present
unpleasant circumstances to, take hi:
place toward you, Will you dine will
me tonight at seven o'clock?"
The offer so frankly made was al
frankly accepted, and the meeting be
tween guest and granddaughter wa
such as to render all explanations un
! necessary.
Franks story was very common
one. lie had found his money barely
sufficient to bring him back to New
York, and had arrived too late to re
turn home with safety. His efforts t.
'obtain employment had been limited
by the fact that he' had been brough
up ''to do nothing;" and, without 1
trade or profession, he had been thank
full enough to drift into hotel clerk
ship until the evil days were over.
do not pretend that he was hero
but Rose glorified him in her imagina
tion into one. 1t Els a way womer
have; and without it, L am afraid, tn,
world would not get carried on at all
When the war closed at last, The
Aslin' mansion and estate were adver
tised for sale at mere nominal value
Old MIR. Van RanBaleur brought /
quietly and gave it to Rose for he
wedding presents Frank soon. aftel
carried the. title deeds down souths apS
proud, dark woman took them wifi
tears of passionate joy out of hi
hands. sThatwas Roses revenge.
might have been Goals of fire to some
people, but it was not to madam. She
had still the idea that in some unex
planned way she was the injured party
However, as the years rolled on anc
the beautiful southern sisters got e;
habit of coming every summer to Eranl
and Rose, more generous feeling
grew up in hearts little used to &C
knowledge the rights Of others. -
Rose one morning came radiant int,
her husbands room, saying: T..
Crank! Frank! Guess whom my let
ter is fromm
at looks like my mothers writing.
ut is. She says she has quite for
given us, and is coming to be godmoth
er to the new baby. We must certain
~ call it Papeta. after her. "-Amelil
e. Barr, in n. Y. Ledger.