Year: 1878

To plan about her future / beg of Won
She's scarcely left Off her pinafores. and
II there was maiden mt ditation. fancy
free, any where, il lies in the brown
eyes of our Rosalie."


BY this time we had reached the inn
posing portal of Blacks house. and were
soon ushered into the presence of the
satin damask and ebony. Blacks chill
dren were none of them grown, but were
precocious enough TO take the leadin con-
versation; and we sat for whole mortal
hour and listened To the eldest girl ham
mer out upon the piano what Mrs. Black
called reyerie.' ! was glad when
Black took me into his library, where
there were some good cigars and some
pretty fair wine, and we left the women
to themselves


But goodly quantity of poison was
INFUSED into Sallys system and mine
before we left the big luxurious house
and we went home together as changed
as If touched by the rod of an enchanter.


Dear mel" said Sally, "what lit
tie cubby-hole this is! | declare it's
quite like a playhouse


I'd like to have library like
Blacks" said l, taking up the refrain.
Its nice to have a room," continued
TO Bob White, where a man can take
his friends. 1t would be far pleasanter.
for instance If you and l could have our
little game of cribbage without the con-
tinual gable of women i'm our ears"


Oh, don't think 70" said Bob" /
don't think so at all"


The lad looked over at Rosalie and
blushed ingeniously. The color deep
ened in Rosalie's cheeks till it went far
ahead of the crimson in Blacks satin
damask upholstery, and shy CLEAN shot
from her brown eyes that sent n flood of
light into my obtuse Uranium.


began to think that Sally was right.
Bob White was all very we'll in his way.
but no sort of a match for my daughter
Rosalie. She was my eve lamb-the
bonniest best and dearest little girl the
sun ever shone upon. And besides all
this, there was the secret consciousness
that she could if she wanted TO. dress
" in silk attire. and siler hae TO spare"
| hadn't lived in plain way all these
years for nothing. People about me
began to realize that although Brown
lived in small house he was man of
no inconsiderable means. Black had
managed TO convey this intelligence to
them and j found no fault with this
triendliness on his part. Old White
never thought of such thing as taking
the seat beside me now on our way down
in the train; it was generally filed by
more popular parties, and began to
take quite an interest in the social and
political points of discussion.


All this cost me considerable in the
way. of time and money. My games of
cribbage were few and far between, and
put my name to all the subscriptions
they choose to get up; but didn't mind
the money and / had long determined
the less Rosalie saw of young White the
better. The color grew little less vivid
in her rounded cheeks, and the light less
mischievous and joyous in her eyes: but
Sarah said-I thought this was really
more suitable name for my wife's years
and dignity-that her beauty was grow
ing more and more refined every day.
1t had even lately attracted the atten-
tion of Mr.. Percival Green, the Junior
member of Blacks firm, and Green was
one OF those live, active business fellows
who was sure to make his mark in the
world. i told my wife TO spare no ex-
pense for Rosalie's advancement and
happiness, but was sorry to see lack Of
spirit upon her part, and quiet denial
TO partake OF these new pleasures of pop
ularity.


One thing was certain-radical meas
ures must be taken to put gulf between
her and Bob White that could not
readily be bridged over. The whole
White family were as proud as Lucifer.
and / knew that should have very
little trouble in convincing them that
the intimacy had better be broken off.
My new house on the Boulevard began
TO take noble dimensions, and had
already cost me a mint of money. It's
marble halls were spacious enough TO
chill me TO the bone, and there was quite
melancholy expanse of mud and ma.
sonry in its vicinity.


1t trather surprised me when put our
snug little place in the hands of an
agent, that my wife was 80 willing 10
part with the furniture too. Thought
few of the familiar old time servers
might be used to an advantage some
where in the new house, and confess To
feeling of keen disappointment when
she decided that everything must 90
We don't want TO set UP i'm a second
hand junk shop on the Boulevard" said
Sarah and / was ashamed Of my fashioned
sentiments, till one morning / found
Rosalie crying over my old armchair in
the sitting room. II was bungling old
trap, covered with a queer pattern of
chintz, where the tail of each
bird-of-paradise had gradually faded
with many washing But the
bulgy back seemed to have fitted
itself to my weary spine, and the
well-worn arms Of the chair were al
ways cordially held out to me.


" I'm glad you've got a tear or two to
spare, Rosy" / said, "at parting with
old friends. I'll never get another so
lenient with my rickety bones"


I'll never part with il, father said
Rosalie. And ] didn't care to tell her
Of her mothers decree.


In the mean time, however. I had
broken the intelligence IN poor Bob. As
kindly as / could, that 1t would be bet
ter to cease his visits 10 the house.
think, as well az ! remember, that did
put the blame upon my wife. ] was
glad TO see that he took my communica-
ton in manly, practical way, and bore
up under it wonderfully. It troubled
me that Rosalie seemed to take the mat
ter 30 much to heart. Young Green's
turnout was seen quite frequently at
our door that winter, and j was tired Of
my. wife's apologies about the house
and its appurtenances. Every day that
drew me nearer the draughty chaos ON
the Boulevard lent a warmer charm IN