Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-10-22
ANNE ROSE
BY cLARIsSA MAcKIE.
o9. 1870. BY Mcclure Newspaper syndicate.

er of Anne Rose and she had been de-
MED him, but when he saw the lovely
young daughter he knew that repara-
ton would be made for his lonely life.
He was very rich and the years had
brought him prominence in tie finan-
cial world and much social distinction.
He was still handsome, with fine eyes
ana slightly CRAVING hair; he was tall
and straight and active as boy.
Anne Rose was only twenty and she
was wondrously fair-and the poor
protege of a frivolous aunt.
She's a dear, isn't she. Roddy?"
dubbed Mrs. Chaffee, with a nod to-
ward her niece Looks a lot like poor
Mamie"
"She is Mamie returned Cortland
with dreamy eyes on Anne Rose,
while slow red crept into his face and
then vanished, leaving him white and
tense with suppressed feeling.
Poor old Roddy," smiled Mrs.
Chaffee, patting his coat sleeve, then
she added, mischievously: "Why not
little Anne Rose?"
why llOl ! lie GelOElGu llSDLly. Dul
the thought made his pulses leap.
Weeks afterward he met Mrs.
Wayne. He had known her of Old a
selfish, scheming woman, but with a
disarming manner that was very
fetching. Cortland found himself be-
side her at a dinner party.
Il haven't seen you in years" she
exclaimed; do come into the library
and give me a bit of advice"
Il am always at your service" he
said courteOusly, but he was annoyed
he had wanted to go to Anne Rose as
soon as he could get away. Anne Rose
was wearing a blazing solitaire now.
When they were alone, she dropped
into a chair and appealed to him.
Its about my nephew, Hal Brayton-
he's as poor as a church mouse, but
the poor dear is frightfully in love
with that charming little niece of Mrs.
Chaffee's-Anne Rose Graye."
"Yes?" he asked stiffly.
The poor things have been in love
for ageS-and they cannot marry-Hal
is wild. She is receiving much atten-
ton and he is afraid she might marry
for money. Girls want so much now
adays. have thought you might use
your influence to get him position"
$50 that he may marry Miss Graye?"
Yes Young things like that have
right to happiness"
"Of course" he agreed dryly. 81 will
do the best | can for Hal"
Il knew you would not fail me-" she
gushed, but as he left the room a hard
look crept into her eyes.
Anne Rose stood in the middle Of
Mrs. Chaffee's drawing room, trem-
bling. She seemed like a dewy, breeze
blown rosebud.
you startled me, Roderick," she ex-
planned, lifting her flower face to his
He did not kiss her. He held her
hands tightly and looked over her head
toward the dim windows.
You never told me that you knew
Hal Brayton," he said in a strained
voice.
you never asked me-" She gave
the age-old answer of women in
small. weary voice.
- heard-tonight-tha you were
engaged-before you met me. You
are not marrying me from pity, dear?"
"And-if | were?"
You could not--I would not let
you" he said grimly.
She slowly released her hands from
his grasp and stepped back until she
leaned against a table. And suppose
I heard-that you only loved me be-
cause | was the shadow Of an old love
of yours-that you were making obla-
tons to sentiment?" Her voice wa
vered uncertainty.
well, and suppose l did," he de-
fed her.
"Ahm Little gusts of sobs shook
her slim shoulder and a rain of tears
sprinkled the rose of her cheeks. She
drew off the engagement ring and
forced it into his reluctant hand.
She brought out lovers knot of
platinum and gold and put it on her
third finger.
Now" he said bitterly you are
free, but l love you so much it will
take the rest of my life to tell it; but
If you love Hal Brayton I will free
you and-I will help you all l can"
The girl lifted questioning eyes. 81
do not love Hal BraytOn," she denied;
"but there always has been-ia was a
sort of inherited love, | think-fos-
tered by an old miniature that be-
longed to my mother and which con-
tanned your picture-I became hero
worshlper and measured all men by
that standard-and that is Why" her
voice dropped deliciously and her
trembling hands went out to him, that
is why 1t is so easy to love you
now,"
The telephone bell tinkled impa.
tiently and stopped from sheer weari-
ness. Mrs, Chaffee, trailing her draper
les into the room, paused a moment
and then nOiselessly disappeared. A
maid came in TO replenish the fire. but
she scurried away.