Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1895-01-12
ROSINE'S ROMANCE.
Was 1t She or Her Aunt That
Conquered the Dragon.

cloth which envcloped it, and spread
out it's shining folds for the admira-
tion of her niece, Rosine, that young
lady claspcd her pretty hands and
quoted Keats:
"a thing of beauty is joy for
ever!'" she said.
Miss Magnolia nodded and smiled
She was small and round and brown
as maiden lady of a decidedly cer-
tain age could be. But her heart,
once, was warm and sensitive organ
still. And she took deal of interest
in Rosine's romance.
Eyes, my dear, it is thing of beau
ty. And to think never wore it but
twice! Dear, dear!"
"You had a lover then, auntie?"
asked Rosine.
"Yes, pet This was one of the
dresses l got for my marriage. But
he went away-on business, he said.
And he never came back. 1t is inst
the gown for your fancy dress ball."
hurried on Miss Magnolia, "a trife
short, of course, but there is quite a
piece turned in at the top that you
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OF long ago."
Not so very long ago." protested
Rosine, with a laugh. But really,
auntie, don't like to take it 1t is too
lovely"
mot for a raiment of war. Remem-
Der, you are going to conquer the
dragon!"
THAT is so. And the master should
have written: Thrice is she armed
who wears pretty dress"
The foe against whom Miss Rosine
Wilde purposed arraying herself was
the obdurate uncle of her handsome
lover. He had promptly and perverse
ly opposed the marriage of his nephew.
The young fellow would have ignored
the refusal of his relative were it not
that the old gentleman had always
been very kind to him; had indeed
taken the place of his dead father So
he had decided that Rosine should
meet his uncle, and put his prejudice
to rout
He is coming to visit an old friend
of his" Cyril had said-"Judge Char
treau. You know the Chartreau fam
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are going to give a fancy dress bali
next month in honor of the coming
out of their daughter, Lisette. You
will receive card. You will attend.
You will meet Uncle Albert. And you
will take his heart by storm!'
Hopefully had he planned his scheme;
enthusiastically had he explained it.
But Rosine protested. 1t was to be a
grand ball, and she had nothing to
wear. Besides, she did not like the
idea of plotting to make person like
her. And
''Bless you'll" cried Cyril, "he doesn't
knows your name. His resentment is
general, not particular. AS soon as /
told him was in love with a southern
girl, he-he Il have to drop into slang,
Rosine)-he sat square down on me.
1t seems a southern girl Tilted him
when he was young, and he is bound
to save mo from like awful fate.
But when he once sees you, he is
bound to capitulate. He is regular
old brick Uncle Albert"
But l have nothing to wear. And,
what is more, cannot buy dress for
the Chartreau ball. We-Aunt Mag
nolia and I-are poor as the proverb bial
church mice"
But just then Miss Magnolia came
TO Rosine's relief, like regular little
fairy godmother.
1.-The very thing!" she cried-''my
primrose satin!'
Rosinc regarded her obviously, de-
lightedly. She knew her aunt had al
ways guarded jealously her trunkful
of treasures, her jewels, her laces, her
rich, stiff. glistening old brocades.
'Do you mean it, auntie2"
Miss Magnolia's bright old eyes
winised very rapidly, indeed.
~ do, my dear! l was young once
myself"
And that was how Rosine Wilde came
to be the belle of Nine. Chartreau's
fancy dress ball. The proposed fes-
tivity had been the talk of New Or
leans for several weeks. The night
Dong anticipated was cool. crisp, sweet
and pearly. The broad balconied old
residence on st. Charles street was
brilliantly lighted up Many car
riage rolled up, rolled off. When Ro-
sine descended from the barouche of
her chaperon, she felt a little nerv-
GUS, little elated and conscious that
she was looking remarkably well-as,
indeed, she was Quite picture was
the pretty young figure, in the cling
ing gown of pale yellowish satin, pic
turesquely puffed and quantity fash.
Toned. The corsage, cut roundly,
revealed the firm, full throat Dainty
mouse-skin swathed the arms, which,
If slender, were also cxquisitely
rounded; and the small, olive-tinted
face was lit to loveiiness by pansy
black eyes. A fash of alteration sue
ceeded the serene nonchalance of
Cyril Rodney's countenance as he
caught sight of her. He made his
way to her side.
Queen Rosinel" he murmurod.
"'You're by far the prettiest girl here
tonight. Poor Uncle Albert How
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