The morning times., 1896-01-05
Chicago Inter Ocean.

what do you mea by this? What are you
trying to do?
"A look ofgenuine surprise settled over the
widows face. but beyond that there was not
the quivering of muscle.
'' I think you must be mistaken. madam
she said a I length, coolIy. My name is
not Rose, but Marion. Who is il you wish
to see?'
Her father stepped up close before her
and looked her squarely in the face.
:" We are here 10 see you, he said.
sternly. we intend TO take you home with
u.s.
Her face flushed and it was plain that
she was becoming downright angry.
q 'Indeed?' she retorted, sharply. Then
she turned tome To whom am indebted
for this intrusion?' she asked. L have paid
for my room up to a certain date and If
cannot enjoy its privacy without being In
terrupted by strange and unwelcone visitors
pray return my money and l will go some
place where Will not be suspected and sub
jected to insults
Her audacity fairly took our breath
away. There we were, her parents, her
former lover, her dearest friend and myself,
who think know thing or TIVE, all as
confident of her identity as we were OF our
own personality. Yet there was she, on the
other hand, deliberately denying her name
and her people, and what were we 70 DO!
The long and short OF ii was we didn't DO
anything. She got over her spunky spell in
a few moments, and before Mr.. and Mrs.
Malsbury went away she Joined us In The
parlor and made merry over the mistake
we had fallen into and offered suggestions
fOrlearning the whereabouts OF the real Rose
Malsbury. Indeed, SO well did she carry
off her part that before we separated she had
not only rooted out our belief that she was
the girl we sought, but had inspired US with
an equally strong conviction that we had
never seen her before, and that there
were good many pointsfadically different
in their makeup, which had hitherto es-
caped our detection. Even her father was
hoodwinked and was forced to admit that
she was a little taller than his daughter;
that her hair was darker, her hands larger
and her eyes smaller.
For Two days quiet but thorough
search for the missing girl was carried
on, but to no effect. on the third day
the widow wrote a note to the distracted
parents and requested them to call. Again
there was a meeting In the thlrd-story al
cove and that time she broke down and
acknowledged her duplicity. The only
reason she could give for such piece or
deception was her love for the doctor a-.s
her desire to be near him and learn what
he was doing. She begged so pitifully for
forgiveness that we pardoned her then and
there, and before she went away the en-
gagement between her and the doctor was
rene wed and another date was set for the
marriage. The next day she threw aside
her mourning and donned her own clothes,
which her mother had brought, and
they took her home.
at looks as il the affair would have been
mysterious il it had ended there, but the
funniest part of it is yet To come. She
stayed with the Malsburys two days, and
then as my boy Tom would say, she turned
up missing. She left a short note stating
that she had told them the truth In their
first interview, and that she had really
never heard OF them before, but that she
was sick with loneliness and homelessness.
and when the opportunity came to imper-
senate another and taste, for few hours,
at least, the Joy of being loved and belonging
to somebody once again, she could not re-
sist the temptation. She could not endure
deceiving them longer, she added, and must
go away praying that their own daughter
would soon be restored to them.
THAT very night Rose herself came
home, dressed as she had been when she
went away and looking precisely the same.
She berated her parents soundly for not
writing to her, and explained that abe had
stopped In Lincoln with another friend,