The morning times., 1896-01-05

apt 10 form for some one of their own
sex who is willing to be set up as an
idol and deified and patterned after with
that unrcasoning devotion which is ex-
cused only by the fcotishness of extreme
youth or seniity. The affection in that
instance seemed TO be mutual, however,
and frequent visits were interchanged.
hardly n week passing without Rose Mails
bury spending two or three days with my
daughter and vice versa. My fayorite, the
doctor-I won't give his name, for he is
still a welI-known practitioner-gradually
learned TO care for her, and before the
end of his first year with me they had
become engaged. The engagement was
announced in January and the wedding was
TO take place in June. But the latter part
of May was marked by regular nplcaval
OF sentiment There was n biSter quarrel.
which had its origin in an unreasonable, hut
unconquerable Jealousy, which had always
been prominent in her disposition, and the
consequence was the engagement was
declared off. both vowing they wouid go
their separate ways alone and in single
blessedness till the end OF their natural
lives. and lot of other nonsense which
people often indulge in, but, fortunately,
seldom mean. The doctor went aw.,y Tor
a short vacation few days before the time
that had been set for the wedding, and Pose
took advantage of his absence to make us
another three days visit. You see l dwell
upon all the particulars of our acquaintance
with her that you may know how thor
0ughly familiar We were with her every
look and action, and how improbahiy 1t
wonld seem for us to be mistaken in her
identity.
"She went home / remember, on Friday
evening. The next day the people who had
been occupying my third-stOry alcove went to
New York and left ME with one vacant room
on my hands. Times were pretty hard and,
wishing to get a tenant as soon al possible,
advertised it in a Sunday paper, thing
seldom ID, for II I ant TO bring In Ill sorts
and conditions OF people. Thefirst person to
call in answer to my advertisement was n
Young widow. She came Monday morn
ing, and as she seemed tefind nothing OBJ
iectiona BILE either p bout he room or price,
let her take it, and she promised to move
in that evening. She wasa boOkkeeper ana
stenographer in some down town wholesale
house, she said, and would not be around
again TIL z o'clock. She was sdressed in deep
mourning and was heavily yelled. and did
not see her face till that night. The doctor
had come back s.,oner han he had expected
to do, and he, my daughter Jennie and myself
were still lingering at the table when she
came down for her late dinner. can't de-
scribe the feeling that came over ne when
got MY first good look at her. She was wear
ing glasses and had her. hair dressed in a
pttui1dT Slyte, DuI d3tuC hiVih tuoSC tNo uio-
tinctions she was as muehiike Rose Malsbury
as il she were a flesh and dhpod creation That
had been suddenly nlaterinfized from that
young lady's wrath and set down there in
our midst to torment US with all sorts of
vague doubts and imaginings. The resem-
blance was almost supernatural, and could
see that both Jennie and the doctor were
greatly affected by it. 1t was impossible
for Jennie to conceal her agitation, and after
exchanging a few commonplae &c remarks she
said in hat abrupt way Of hers which lam
sorry to say she has not yet entirely out,
grown:
"'You are the exact counterpart nf
dear friend of mine. Her name is Rose
Malsbury Are you related to her in any
way, do you knOw?'
.The widow locked up SLOWLY can see
her now as she tilted her head little TO one
side and seemed to be reflecting moment
before answering.
/" .Malsbury?' size said at length. Rose
Malsbury? No. don't think ever heard
the. name- Do 1 look very much like her.
did you say?'
"Jenny launched forth into detailed
comparison of the two women, and TO humOr
her whim the widow took off her glasses
when we got upstairs and arranged her hair