Los Angeles herald. [microfilm reel] (Los Angeles [Calif.]) 1900-1911, 1908-02-02

wanted her to be married in the spring, and tnen
she must settle down, of course. Besides as VIII
was rich, Rose would never have to slave as sne
had DONE thank Heaven!
This engagement was another of the doctors
worries. Rose was too young he thought and
Will too imperious But he was secretly pleased
that the Hayes family, who were as critical as
they were rich, should have given so warm
welcome to his bonny daughter Nevertheless, he
reflected with some shame, he did not feel we'll
enough acquainted with Rose to be sure that
there not depths in her nature which gay
conventional Will would never sound.
Revolving these things in his mind, DR.. Myrick
turned in at his own gate. Mrs. Myrick, with her
usual forethought having dispatched Jem, the
factotum, to the other end of the town, he groom
ed his tired beast himself, and then made fresh
toilette, not to bring the stable into the parlor
When at last he came down, Mrs Myrick rose
calmly from her rocker and her novel before the
fire.
> welcome home DEAR" she said, with placid
kiss, leading the way into the dining-room, where
the table stood strewn with the debris of sup
per. Bridget wanted to go out tonight SO
told her that as one never knew when to look for
you was sure you wouldn't expect anything hot
There's no more toast, believe, but here are
bread and butter and preserves, and | don't be-
lieve the tea is really cold yet. l put it down be-
fore the fire. Why, where's the tea pot?"
Comm mum; dreckly num-" cried sweet
young voice from the kitchen. "Serve the gen'l
man at once, num-" And the doctor thought he
had never pretty girl as stood framed
in the doorway her soft black eyes shining with
fun and affection, her ripping raven hair pushed
back from her fair forehead her cheeks dimpl1ng,
and her white teeth cleaning There was SPLEEN
dor of youth and health and purpose about her
that fairly dazzed him.
"Are you Hebe, cup-bearer to the mmortals?
he asked her, noticing her uplifted arms and Gov
cred tray. "Surey think you have the power
to make the aged feel young again."
ooh, no. she laughed delightedly Il am only
a poor slave to Galen, purveyor of his Sagactys
broied chicken and toast and tea. Never mind
historical accuracy, papa. It's tea you nave mere,
instead of Falernian wine, and dare say 1t is
great deal better.
"Why Rosalie," exclaimed her mother, "you
are the precise color of Fox's martyrs in the pic
ture book. How could you do such thing, when
YOU pretend to recognize Wills claims upon you,
and all the Hayeses so strict ON the subject OF
complexion"
Rose laughed, as she arranged the disorderly
table "You see mamma" she said 81 recog-
nze papa's claim too, and he so strick upon the
subject of involuntary starvation. At least he
ought to be, though he isn't, poor dear. Don't
compliment me too soon, papa. 1t may turn out
as pink as poor Mr. Copperfelds mutton, and |
should never dare to grill it for you as Mcawber
did that with the Hayeses and their views as to
complexion only a mile away. Mamma dear,
beauty is it's own for being Go back and
cnish your Dead Sea Fruit by the fire, and leave
me to feed this grampus."
"But you never did it before, dear, and why,
being engaged and all" sighed Mrs Myrick, and
paused as giving up a riddle too hard for her.
mo dear, I never did, the more shame to me.
But it's not kind to remind a penitent sinner OF
her transgressions. Leave her to Heaven, and
to those thorns that in her bosom lodge to prick
and sting her." And pretty Rose waltzed her
mother back to rocking-chair and novel, stirred
the fire, turned up the lamp, kissed her soft hair
and watzed back again, laughing. But 1t was
very sober maiden who quietly closed the door
behind her, and sat down beside her father.
"Now papa" she said, there is going to be an
end of this thing, and we must come to an under
standing"
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