Year: 1866

as it possible2 Rose Leavit!" ex'


claimed |, as | saw lady, whom recog,


nized as one of the beautiful heiresses OF


Boston, enter my office.


II dare say you are surprised, but my


business is of a strictly legal character


so you need not waste any exclamations


upon the event.


Rose Leavitt was beauty and an


heiress, but she was strange girl for all
that. Her father had died when she was
about sixteen, leaving something like a
million to be divided between her and
two brothers. Charles and Henry


Leavitt were much older than she, and
both of them had long been settled down
as quiet, orderly business men. They
were respectable, in the fullest sense OF
the word, and were never known to be
erratic in the slightest particular.
Rose seemed to be cast in another and
entirely different mould from that in
which they had been formed. At school
she had been so wild that neither master
nor mistress could control her. She
would have her own way-a peculiarly
to which | am. sorry to say very many
young ladies are addicted.


For the proprieties of llfe-l mean for
those set formalities of life, which pass
as such in the world of fashion-she had
sovereign contempt She hated dandies,
hated bellies, hated pianos, music books,
French and German methods" in
effect, she seemed strikingly Opposed to
live out her existence after the dictates
Of her own fancy, or her caprices, as the
reader may choose TO regard it. She
passed into her twenty-6rst year without
having done anything to call the atten-
ton Of the world at large to her. Her
whims had only been manifested in the
sehool-room, or at the house of her eldest
brother, with whom she resided.


She was now twenty-five, and was in a
fair way to become historical, as shall
inform the reader Of course, Rose had
q profusion Of lovers-heiresses always
find them as plenty as snow-fakes at
Christmas But Rose very summarily
disposed of this crowd by selecting from
them one who was certainly very supe-
rior fellow. He was not rich and had
not been very forward in his attentions,
until it was plain to him and all the world
that she had taken e fancy to him.
Charles Carpenter was poor, but he sim
cerely loved the wayward girl, and would
not have been at her feet if he had not
loved her.


Then Rose, after she had secured him
in her folds, as the spider does the fly,
seemed little disposed to play the CO.
quette. Now Charles Carpenter had not
assurance enough to deal with coquet-
tish heiress. He was not man Of the
world BE was conscious of the vast
difference in their social position, and
when she began to firt with another, he
did not resent il, but seemed TO regard
il as a change of sentiment on her part,
TO which he could offer no reasonable OBJ
lection. Calmly yielding TO the fate
which denied him the bliss Of being
loved, be let - concealment, like a worm
in the bud, feed on his damask cheek.


Rose hirted. A new star had risen in
the armament Of that circle in which
she moved, in the person of Mr.. Samp-
son Deele He had lately come from
Baltimore, was the son Of a merchant
prince, and owned fine estate on the
Rappahannock, in Virginia, with two
hundred negroes


Rose hirted with him, and Mr. Samp-
son Deele was as constant as the needle
TO the pole. Soon the Irritation assumed
a more serious aspect The elegant
gentleman was ever by her side, and
she never failed to smile upon him
Poor Carpenter gave up an for lost, and
never intruded upon her presence.


For sbout three months, Mr.. Deele
had clung to Der, and then It was whis-