The San Francisco call., 1908-03-01

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Rose sob6ed again. sylvia smoothea her hair. then
she shook her bg the slender soft shoulders again
said. don You erv another minute Yom get mp and
lay your underclothes the bureau drawers. It's
almost time TO set supper and can't spend much more
Rose oOeyed. She packed away piles of laced and
SyIvia's directions. hung her in the closet
81 do remember ore thing she said with shudder
and always know II could remember back OF that
moment then she said in shocked voice Mrs Whit
what is it?'
Il really do remember that vas in hospital once
little white beds. That was not dreadful at all
Every body petted me. but that when the trying
Don't thirk Of it apother minuter' Sylvia said
= won't; WON'T really. T.
For soQdness sake. child. don't hang that heavy
coat over that lace waist; youth ruin i cried sylvia
Rose removed the coat hurriedly and resumed
Sylvia took it out of her hand I. that
was ieft TO me by, a cousin ,S Sa+tes ,I d rph
went to live with Mrs Wilton Miss Pamela and
plenty and trouble except while
being awfully afraid should remember something
time When 7 grew Older 7 fried 70 ,,,o her eroe sn5
live with Mrs. Wilton and Miss Pamela have al
ways been nice me- have loved them.
had better put on that now said sylvia ind-
eating the fluffy mass the bed III help YOU"
u don't like to trouble YOU" Rose said. almost pitt
fully but she stood stilt while Sylvia again with that
sensation delight. n
The older dressed the girl with exactly
dressing her own baby for the first time When the
toilet completed she viewed the result. however.
with some thing which savored of disapproval.
Rose after looking in the glass her young beauty
in it's setting Of lace and silk looked syvias face
for the admiration which she felt OF seeing
and shrank What is the natter Don't look nicer
Sylvia looked critically at the sleeves OF the tea
gown which were cuffs of snowy lace streaming
wear sleeves like that now in New York; asked she
Why. yes" replied Rose This tea gown
They wear sleeves pufed at the bottom instead Of
the and good deal longer, in East westland
why: this made Paris. model" said
Rose Again sophistication was abashed for the
I don't know anything about Paris models said
Silvia Mrs Greenwsy gets all her patterns right
I hardly think madame v-ould have made the
sleeves that way unless it the latest said
Il don't know anything about the latest" said
the best" Sylvia she were chiding her own
daughter. She spoke sternlt. but her beamed
with pleasure The young girls discontinue seemed
For mercy's sake. hold your dress going down.
stairs she swept the stairs this morn
ing, but dust gathers before you say boo
that dress won't do up"
Rose gathered up the tail Of her gown obedently.
and she also experienced certain odd pleasure New
@ ngsnd ana - o-oo1 vas IS IN IN Sq nsI y was somethng
girl might be admonished by fond mother.
timdly TO her lace train Horace rose Henry sat sill
He looked at her with pleased interest but did
Sylvia entered a room. Henry always rather re-
sented it, Putting society airs he thought
self with sneer.
However, he smiled involuntarily; the girl
very pretty and very unlike anything he had
Dressed a going to ball
in dress made like nightgown.' he thought.
smiled AS for Horace he felt dazzIed. scarcely
realized how pretty Rose the mist
of her veil He placed chair for her
ing about the journey the while Sylvia
got supper. Henry reading the local paper.
eyes kept wandering that. Suddenly she sprang
her feet was across the room in white swirl. and
snatched the paper from Henry's hand. What this
OH whatf ths?" she cried
She had read before Horace could stop her She
turned upon him. then upon Henry Her face
pale working with emotion. oh" cried. YOU
only telegraphed that Cousin Eliza
You did either of you tell she was murdered
loved her although had not her for years.
cause have had so few whom my 70
belong. sorry because she dead,
dered.-"
Rose threw herself chair and sobbed and
sobbed. Il loved her did herr she kept repeat
ing like distressed child.
Eliza, and she murdered, / did love herr
(To Be Coptinued Next Sunday)