Year: 1861

It was settled that they should go to Boston and spend the summer at Fosters Folly. Miss Henrietta was the chief instigator of the plan, and accomplished the most towards carrying it into effect. Mrs. Hunter consented, because she knew nothing better for them to do and her husband, poor broken man, was as voiceless in the matter as his hat. But Rose-pretty, dim- pled-cheeked little Rose Hunter-stoutly rebel. led. She didn't want to be shut up in the old deserted castle of place, and what was more she wouldn't she said. She would run off and take care of herself

 Perhaps Harry Ellot's mother would employ her as governess,' her sister interrupted, drily

 Rose winced and turned silly to a window The auctioneer was putting up red flag at the hall door when they drove away from the house Mir. Hunter covered his face with his hands and sank into corner of the carriage Mrs. Hunter and Henrietta sobbed behind their handker- chiefs while Rose silently remembered the old bay window, with it's pretty lounge just large l enough for two.

 They were so tired they hardly cast glance | about them when they rolled under the carved went wearily and indiffercntly to bed. But r the morning they were astir early Rose could. mt wait to dress before she had opened every door in her room to where they led to and ever tip-toed into the hall few steps with her little bare feet and flowing night-dress, to look about her. Such strange, grand old place as it was built by distant relative of MT. Hunters some twenty years before. Only part of it had beer finished. The north wing was rough rambling place, with heavy rafters overhead, oak floors smooth as those of our modern dancing halls grotesque carving about the mantels, windows which were made to slide into the wall whel opened.

 According to report, it was in one of thes, rooms that Mir. Foster hung himself one darl night, on discovering that he had involved him self irretrievably in debt, and that his attempt to build a palace with only moderate means must result in complete failure. He lacked courage to go out of his dream-land into tht practical world and face the sneers and "I tole you sos" of his acquaintances while he common ced life anew for himself and ruined family; SC ne settled the matter a little more satisfactory to himself by being carried out of his halffnish casue Tn the arms of his workmen, and obligins his friends to put him out of sight beneath the sods Of grave. And the building entitled

 rosters Folly in token of it's owners rasl lspecuiatlon-stood tenantless and alone in the slme incomplete state for years and while the dusty cobwebs gathered upon the quaint littl, windows, strange stories sprang up and founi credit. H-was reported that the ghosts of that disappointed man and his wife-for Mrs. Foste died almost immediately after her husband haunted the echoing old rooms, and might b seen any dark night promenading the halls of tn north wing. And the report was not difficul one to believe when the daylight had faded, an one stood alone in the silence and gloom. Ros shuddered every time she went up the broa staircase at nig ght and after while made Be sic Gray, one of the two servants who remaine with the family, to sleep in little anti-room ae joining her chamber.

 Poor little Rose her looks soon quite belle her name. Her round, brightly-tinted face gr dually lost it's plumpness and freshness, and h' dimples were seldom seen for want of smiles. Il Sometimes Bessie would be wakened in tt night by the half-stifed sound of sobbing, an would listen tremblingly, not daring to call rise.