Tazewell Republican. [volume] (Tazewell, Va.) 1892-1919, 1902-12-11
Rose Trelawny


D OSE TRELAWNY-at least, that
IN was the name abe sang under
stood by the French window in Lady
Belton's south drawing-room and
looked out into the garden.
She had come down from London
the day before to make one Of house
party; "a useful one" she said to her
self somewhat bitterly. People must
be amused, and nobody was more
keenly alive to that fact than Lady
Bolton, so amongst her guests there
were always q few who could do
things. When they had hniShed their
little song and dance they might re-
turn whence they came, 50 far as their
amiable hostess was concerned,
though she was always very charming
to them, and when It required no eff
fort made their sSaE pleasant.
Miss Trelawny quite realized why
she had received the delightfully."- cor
dial invitation to Bolton Park, but it
was not in human nature to refuse it.
1t would make such heavenly break
In her busy days, and be so gladstone
change froM hotel Life and constant
rehearsals.
Moreover, she knew Jack Merritt
was coming down. and that decided
matters.
Jack Merritt was not one Of those
who personally did things Tor the en-
tertainment Of his fellow beings
that is, not Willingly. When q per-
son is as rich as Jack Merritt they are
saved such necessity.
The girl was thinking about him
now. 1t was becoming habit with
her, she acknowledgement herself. The
careless happy laugh Of him rang
constantly in her heart; his handsome
face with the deep blue eyes that could
say so much more than mere words
express, was ever before her. "He has
grown SO DEAR" she said with little
contented sigh, that would pack
up my pride fifty times over for the
sake of being here and seeing him
every day for one whole week" And
yet how much they had seen Of each
other lately, and how often met by
kindly chance that is SO ready to be-
friend people who are of the same
mind.
Outdoors the sunshine swept the
green earth with gold, and the scent
of many roses was carried in ON tiny
breeze that stirred the lass curtains.
It was a day made for all delight, a
day wherein all must surely be well
with the world.
at is nearly Ave o'clock, she
thought, and that was the hour Mr..
Merritt was expected; perhaps he
was even now dr ing up from the
small dusty station and would come in
at any moment and ind her. 1t would
be surprise for his. as he did not
know she was on Lady Belton's list.
Well, it would not do to give him too
glad a welcome-ons should not let
all ones heart be seen.
A big bowl Of marguerites stood on
table by the window, and the girl
drew few of them from the rest.
81 shall try the charm" she said
softly, beginning to pull off the silver
white leaves.
"He loves me-a nttle-paSSionste-
ly-not at all. He loves me-a little
-passionately-not at all. he loves
me-a little"
She threw down the broken flower
and took another, but three times it
ended sol
"You do not tell the truth" she
cried, brushing the curled petals away
and turning to the bowl full of bios
SONS. 81 will find one that does. L
would a thousand times rather you
said Not at ALL than a little"
Then she pulled the leaves slowly
from a fourth and it gave the desired
message. HE loves NE" said the last
leaf.
1t was a woman's way OF making
the oracle speak, but It brought GER
tain content 10 her, and she pressed
the little torn flower to her lips as one
of the door; the room opened and
girl entere