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BY LAURA JEAN L,IBBBY
Author, of "A Broken Betrothal," "Parted ,at the Altar,"
"The Heiress of Cameron Hall," Etc., Etc.
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CHAPTER VIII•
"1 ant in time to witness a very
pretty little love scene, it seems,"
cried the judge, in a voice so harsh
and terrible that it fairly froze the
blood in Rosebud's veins.
"For Heaven's sake, don't betray
,our secret, ltosebud," whispered
Percy, as his arms fell from. her
Waist, ''he must not know."
Before the judge could utter ano-
thee word, ., Percy macro a desperate
dash past him, and was lost to view
in a moment among the trees.
Although Percy had fled in the
most ignominious manners he was
certainly not a coward at heart,
IIe believed it the safest and only
way to escape recognition. He hat-
ed himself for allowing poor Little
Besotted to Mee her infuriated fa-
ther's anger alone, but, on the other
hand, he quieted his conscience by
assuring himself over and over again
that if "he had faced the music,"
owing up their secret marriage would
have been inevitable. Too much was
at stake to run the•risk of the
judge's disinheriting Rosebud. Per-
cy told himself grimly, "discretion
was the better part of valor." in
this case.
For a single instant the judge
.stood facing his terrified daughter.
"Papa!" she cried out in agony,
•taking a step toward him.
ITe waved her hack.
"If an angel from heaven had • cried
out trumpet -tongued that you, whom
I believed a guileless little child.
could have done such a dastardly
deed es this, 1 would Have answered
that it was false,"
"0h, papa, papa!" sobbed Rose- •
Inl, piteously, throwing herself at
his feet, "let me speak; oh, hear me;
let lae tell you all about it, -then
you Witty kill ale if you choose."
"die) is the Dian, with so coward-
ly a heart that he dare not meet a
father's ranger?" he cried, hoarsely.
Ilis face was convulsed with an an-
ger more terrible than Rosebud had
ever before witnessed. ''Who is he,
whom you, the child I have trusted,
dare to steal out of eery house under
•cover of midnight to meet in my
grounds. Who is he, I say?"
Ile saw the question strike her as
lightning sometimes strikes a fair
tree; the color faded from her little
flower-like fare raised up to his in
the moonlight. She tried to answer,
but the words cried away on her
lips in a faint murmur.
"Who is he?" he cried, fiercely, his
lips fairly flecked with foam, his
eyes flaming so angrily upon her
that they terrified her. "Tell me
Who it was or T will follow him to
the world's end, and find out for my-
self."
"Oh, papa, have pity! Po not ask
Inc. I -I ---can not tell you," she
cried, wringing her hands together
agonizingly. "Oh, father, have pity
upon are, spare nte!„
Her sorrow touched hint deeply.
"Tell ale, Rosebud," cried the
judge. his voice falling to a hoarse
whisper, "who is this 'darn you have
stolen out of my house to meet, why
you met him, and what he is to you
-what is the dreadful secret between
you that he dare taunt you with in
this . note I have found? Be frank
with me, and if it is but girlish non-
sense --a romantic school -girl freak --
I may in time pardon you. If you
refuse to tell me I shitll find out for
anyself."
I "Oh, papa," she sobbed, "you are
breaking my heart. I shall die if
you speak to me so. I dare not tell
you the secret. that I -I- Oh, papa,
I appeal to you for my dead nioth-
.er's sake, have mercy on your Little
Rosebud!"
"Mercy!" roared the exasperated
judge, "'that mercy have you shown
zne, dragging down my honorable
I name to huulilintion and disgrace by
this night's work?"
' Once before she had seen her father
in a terrible passion when she tvas
a tiny child, and his anger had been
so fierce she had never forgotten it.
:hill it was nothing compared to
this.
Rosebud's appeal for mercy had ex-
esucrated him the mom. nlul.. tha
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wnlriwlncl of ms 'rage uurst forth
afresh in such withering violence that
Rosebud raised her terrified face in
wonder. His tall, powerful frame
shook like a reed, and his face was-
livid.
aslivid.
Poor Little Rosebud bowed her
head again while the tempest, raged
on, thankful that Percy had not
been recognized.
Through sheer terror she dared not
(breathe the words. -he was her hus-
band.
''Forgive you!" cried the judge,
turning on his heel, "never, so long
as I have sense and reason left. car -
)7 your cursed secret down to your
very grave untold. Front this time
on you are none of urine; I disown
you. I cast you off forever. You
may sleep in my house to -night, but
in the morning you shall leave it
forever. You killed all my love at a
single blow when you struck at nay
honor."
"Oh, papa, papa!". cried Little
Rosebud, ,pitifully, clasping his knees
in a very agony of entreaty, "Sure-
ly you do not mean it, papa -mean
to turn me, your child, who loves
you so, from your house forever?"
"Mean it, yes. Don't you under-
stand plain language when you hear
it?" thundered the judge.
"Oh, papa, surely you will relent,"
Fla) cried, "you will not cast me
away from your heart and home ?
]"or my dead mother's sake, who is
an angel up in heaven, have pity on
the child she has• left you," she
wailed in anguish.
"Once again I ask you who that
man was, and to explain the secret
ho taunts you with. Can you do
that?" ho asked, lova struggling
fiercely in his heart against outrag-
ed pride and honor.
"Oh, darling papa, I can not,"
wailed the poor, grief-stricken little
creature, her tears falling like rain.
"I have done something so rible
you would not forgive me."
Without another word, with
stern set face, be broke atva•
her detaining clasp and strod
ly up the broad walk to the house.
He heard the great despairing cry,
"Papa, papa, conte back!" but he
diel not heed it; he never turned his
head; and that was the last time
Rosebud Arden ever looked upon her
father's face.
Like a tender flower, feotn which
all life had been crushed, she flung.
herself down in the grass, crying out
piteously to Heaven and her angel
mother to strike her dead then and
there, for the sorrow that had conte
upon her young life was greater than
she could bear.
"Percy, Percy!" she sobbed, hold-
ing out her little whine hands pitiful-
ly. "Oh, my love, come to me! My
heart is breaking!, come and comfort
me now!" Only the cold night wind
answered her mockingly through the
trees. "Have you deserted int too,
Percy," site moaned, "in the hour
when I needed you most?"
"I am forsaken by both father and
hushand," wailed the poor little
child -bride; "turned away from my
home out into the great. dark, cruel
world. Oh, if I could only die and
end it all!" was the prayer of that
anguish -wrung young heart. "You
are all I have left now, Percy," she
wailed; "you must love me or I
shall die."
iTer hot, scorching tears fell into
the hearts of the pitying bluebells
against which she had laid her poor
little face. "Only the silent, frag-
rant roses around me, and the pale,
piting moon and glittering stars see
say grief," she murmured, But there
she wad mistaken; two strong arras
Hite(' her from the droop, dew -wet
grass and placed her on an adjacent
gat'.len seat.
"Oh, Mr. Joe, is it you?" she
erie:l, sobbingly, fulling down on her
knees i.'efore hint. "if you were cruel
to ho too I would fall dead at your
feet."
"Stop, Little Rosebud, stop!" he
answered, raising her from her lowly
position. "You must not kneel to
use like that. I -I -can not bear it."
Ms deep, manly voice shook with
emotion, and a distressed look crept
into the (handsome- 10.0e he turned
array from her.
"1--1-could not steep." he went
on, husl.ily, "and came out into the
crarclen to compose my mind. I
heard your father's voice in th.o er-
1:or. I lceerd what he said to you.
oh, poor little blighted bud. I do
trot ask yon to tell inc your pitiful
story; I only risk you to believe,
whatsoever happens to you in your
life, you trill always believe I will
do anything 10 the world to help
you,
This bravo young man Wee the
one Percy wanted her to use her in-
fluence to turn ruthlessly front his
honored, trusted ) 1thc. How the
thought t singte her heart assha re-
menl.ercd the Words Percy had used!
"You (rave heard papa ttirn 111e, his
child, away from his heart and
Monte," she whispered, in a low,
wailing voice. "011, alt'. "'foe, won't
you tell 1ne what. I ought to do, or
where I should go?"
The noble -hearted young fellow
crushed hack manfully the Surging
11 t,
Words of love that sprung to leis
honest lips.
The handsome, modest young secre-
tory had always told himself that
sweet little Rosebud Arden, with her
lovely, flower" -like face and Sonny,
flaxen hurls, was as far above hint: as
Alm bright, golden sun Wee front the
1:olnely, nodding sunilakrer that drew
tv
ifs very life frCbaskig in that
gi,•..n .,„.:•
"13 ,t1(> TlOaieh:td.” lip +ref(1,
THE WJNGIIAM TT IFS. APDL u i, X 1)0
Shirt waists and dainty
linen are made delightfully
clean and fresh with Sun-
light Soap. till
tredve.
ling mat mouton, --t sett,. .,,,,;
thing in the world to help yon, just
as a-af-- brother would. I would
hay down my very life for you if you
asked it! You have known me all
your sweet young lite, and trusted
me: will you trust nee now?"
"I don't know, (lir. Joe, I -[--am
so bewildered, confused!" she sobbed;
and the sight of tears in the eyes he
worshiped almost drove the poor
young secretary mad.
"I have a dear old mother living
in the country," he said, eagerly;
"will you go and live with Ilex? She
will receive you kindly for my salve,
and I will work for you, Little Rose-
bud:, es no slave over worked for a
queen -or -a brother -for a dear lit-
tle sister," he faltered, troin)ling.lest
she should read his nighty love for•
her. "I would give you the last
drop- of my heart's blood, and drink
it well spent!"
Still the little child -bride shook bee
head sorrowfully.
"No, no; I must go to Percy," she
thought, confusedly.
"In trio meantime I will plead with
your father day and night to for-
give you, and take you back to his
heart and home, Little Rosebud," be
went on, eloquently. "Your father
bas great confidence in me," he con-
tinued, Modestly, "and I will be
faithful to your interests. Let me
plead with you to take my advice."
Poor child! her feet stood upon
the edge of two dividing paths. One
would have led to happiness, but the
one she unconsciously chose led to
the keenest depths of woe a young,
inexperienced life would ':ever know.
May (god forgive those who cast
such a sweet, young, innocent life
out adrift on the cold mercies of
the treacherous, site -steeped world!
of decide just yet, Mr.
Joe, aid, piteously.
" 1 call nae lir. Joe, Rosebud.
all me simple, plain Joe. 1 like
it best, and it would sound like mu -
Sic from your lips."
I'oor Rosebud! how blind she was
that she did not see the great, over-
powering love that quivered on every
lineament of his handsome face -that
she did not read it in every glance.
of his adoring eyes and trembling
voice -the sublime poetry of love
that quivered in his fact as he
breathed her name!
"If yon told me how to die, I
would take your advice• at once,
Joe," she said, breaking out into
fresh sobs. "But I ,don't want to
know how to live and suffer like
this! "
"Poor little girl!" he replied,
huskily, taking both of her little
(lands in his. They were cold us
death, and the touch startled him to
action. "The night dew is on your
face and hair( he cried out in
alarm. "You must not stay out in
the night air a moment longer. You
will catch your death of cold. Go in-
to the house to -night -you were not
forbidden to do so -and in the morn-
ing we will settle what is best to be
done. I will go to the judge and
plead With him. Surely when the
bright sunshine scatters the dark
shadows of night, he may relent. It
is a swcet Trope to cling to. Will you
go in?"
"Yes," she answered, with a
weary, woe -begone expression on her
childish face. 'But, ohs isn't it hard
to think it is for the fast time,
when 1 look around my pretty little
room!"
For one moment he made no nn-
•swer, for ho knew there would be tate
sound of tears in his voice.
"Come, Rosebud," he said, draw-
ing her hand through his arm, "you
must go into the house•"
She etooped down and with till her
childish iulpulsiwences kissed his
hand with her cold, quive• ing lits,
and the touch thrilled his poor heart
so keenly that the was ol:liged to
turn from her and walk rapidly
away lest, the teruptatiot which he
so madly struggled to contt of should
overpower him.
How little he dreamed under What
startling circumstances he would
look upon Rosebud Arden's flower-
like face again.
Witit a. beating heart poor Little
Rosebud 'rept up the path. The
stars had all died out of the agcy,
and a few rain -drops fell upon her
White, upturned face.
"Mother is sorry for lne," she
wailed, "foe those are angels' tears.
Oh, pitying Heaven," she cried,
kneeling down on the cold, hard
earth, "tell me what I shall do, or
Where I shall turn? illy heart, is
breaking011, mother, mother, take
me up there. for your poor I.itte
Il.Osebutt is cast a(Irift on the world;
have pity and let Me diol"
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Timidly Rosebud crept Demes the
broad stone po!eh, wondering if elm
was really the 8111110 liglra-heiutotl
gic 1 that had crossed it but two
short hour's age. She turned the
knob of the g. Dat oaken door, it
did not yield to het' tot ch. She
round it was secureit, 'fastened.
She saw lights moving to and fro,
and heard the 1htu11 of : er\outs'
voices itr the halls. Little Rosebud.
sunk down on the threshold, too
overcome to even wonder \that caus-
ed so .cath excitement within.
"Perhaps it would be b0i ter if I
had confessed all to papa," she said
to het+lf "it might have been
as
well. The Weight of this : tts:ret is
'rushing hely ler,.' life out.,. T will
%(() to nava axrrltin. tard. hi ,list; »t
MS atm. tell (m1( 1 .idol'fi'etoy .I'leld-
ing's wife „
As she raised her hand toward the
bt rt.s knocker the door swuug
sad
cceu1ly toale1YI1,(roidt)1ly,aul Alden appeal
.
"So
It's you is It?" she said, her
dark, flashing eyes cplivetzng with
Ill -concealed hatted, "1 wonder that
you dare appvotu'11 this hoose after
tht' terrible a1Talr you have caused
to-nie,ht: 1 l'no\v
"Forgive 1tte,. Mundy," she. said,
humbly, "and he 111y fr•iencd."
lhuid laughed salreastlettlly; she
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1r' ri 1�tx1 \•)
c)!( 7 t tllh 1
steeled n !1 f,cze the poor
little creature befDte her, whose
proud elastic spil'it seemed so utterly
eat:shed.
•'Your pleading' is ail in vain,
Rosebud At den,," baud. answered;
"Your father is beyond all power of
forgiting yon -he is cleat:"
I,il.ti o11e from whom every cense
of :aider 800100(1 suddenly stricken.
the poor child leaned heavily against
the door frame, her beautiful face
growing as waxen as a corpse, and,
from. out he'r great blue eyes looked
a horrified fear that was pitifully ap-
palling -that showed to what a fear-
ful tension bel' Pool' tender nerves
were strung. She did not ery out or
twitter any moan, but clasped her
hands to her temples as if they were
bursting with agony. At lust tears
sprung to ]ter eyes, affording her a
world of reliaf.
"Oh! not dead! ah, surely you
can not Dean my darling father is
dead! Oh, I could not live and
hear it! I-7. can not believe it. You
are trying to terrify 111e.""
"Perhaps it will ` terrify you to
know that you, are the cause of it,
too," pursued (laud, relentlessly.
"Shortie after your stormy quarrel
its the arbor, the judge entered the
house livid with rage. In a moment
the whole house wits in a commo-
tion; lie had fallen clown in the hall
in an apoplectic fit. The doctor was
sent fur, but it was useless. lie only
retrained twise ieusness for a few
brief moments, end in that int•rval
hu sent for his attorney -can you
guess for what?"
Tier words had fallen bee'llesslr on
11os0bud's 1)0011(101 ed 1011.111. Fear
Child, it seemed as though ITeaven
above, whom( rite had never offender(
in all her short, young lire, was
p�urhng down countlt s t lags of
wl ath upon her defensele. s heed.
"1 must, go to papa,," File cried,
wildly. "Ile is ill -dying, and 1 not
with him!"
She Would have rush d n, ickly
pass. hitt 'Maud +•oc)lly iuterj s'•(1.
"You shall not enter t is Louse,
Rosebud Arden," she cried.
Something like the old, pretty de-
fiant
e-
fant spirit flamed 1il) ler an instant
in (rosebud's sorely tried heath.
"1 will go in, Mandy," she cried;
"this is papa's (rouse and mine."
The supreme moment of Maud Ar-
den s long -looked for revenge had
cone at lust.
"Your home, indeed!" sneered
Maud. "Allow me to inform yon the
lawyer who. bus just left the house
luno drawn up a new trill You are
cut on without so mu(11 as a cent,
and your father `Haas made me the 1
heiress of The Widows. This is my
home now, and you shall not enter
its doors."
"Oh, 'gaudy, Mauch, what have I
clone?" cried her unhappy little sis-
ter. "See, I atm kneeling -supplicate
ing at your feet, Mandy. 1 don't
care for The Willow, you may have
it all. Oh, it is not money I want,
but only to go to my poor dear
papa. Let me kiss his cold lips just
once, Mandy, only once!"
Rosebud's voice rose to piteous en-
treaty. The very force of her woe
would have melted a heart of stone,
but never Maud Arden's.
"Go back to your handsome lov-
er," she sneered -in alt the ungovern-
able rage of jealousy. "Go back to
Percy Fielding, and tell hint you are
disowned, and see if he will stem) to
gather the withered Rosebud!"
Revolted suddenly recoiled as if
an adder had stung lege.
"You thought no one knew who
the handsome lover was whom you
stole out at dead of night to meet.
But know now that I suspected you,
and I followed you; and when t 11a1V
my reckless, fickle, handsome lover
clasp you in his ayes, I swore to 1'e
revenged., I hated you-•ho.t ld you
with all the force of my fierce, south-
ern nature. Remember 111y words,
Rosebud Arden," she hissed. "I will
make your life a very curse -this is
but half my revenge?"
'.l'he hoer swung to with a heavy
hong, shutting her out from. CVO.).
• the sweet privilege of gueitee upon
ht r dead . father's face or kissing the
denth-ec.ld lips.
All the fierce anger he had shower-
; ed tubo(( her young head was instant-
ly fot'crotteu when she heard that he
lay cold in death.
'Turned away -a housoless, penni-
less wanderer. God pity bee! She
knew not which way to turn. The
future a blank,
"Oh, tthat is there in earth or
heaven to prat' for now?" she cried
out, in 0 storm of passionate woe. un
she sprang to her Pett, ultuost fran-
tic
rautic with the sense of her loss. "All
alone-110;iocly to love mer--•nnthing
to look forward tot (11h, twos 111y
rein in marrying Percy so greet Heav-
en hes dealt me this awful misery?"
I.il;c: one in 0 dream . he turned
slowly from the home that had been
hers, walking quickly down the
broad path, away from all that lift'
held dear.
, " ,
"i meet f (i e] she •said t n Percy," ,lu ,ucl to •
hcls:lt, coufil.c+lly.� ";Sut(lr t earl
teach the station before the train
starts," (tee, 011 the brow of
the hill, she paused and looped hack.
"(lood-gyve, palpa," she sobbed ---
"goof] -bye, old 110100!" `
Site a•etdtemlx(h'ed Words orels •--
that Mercy intruded going either to
New York or ((este().
I . roc
n (ler pocket tet
was rt little blue
1111811 pairs.,, •0ontaining it hundred .
•dollars or more, which her father
had gfte;a to her scareely a month
ago, on her sixteenth hurthtlay.
"VoW little i dreamed What tast� I •
Should put three bright golden ergines
tog" elle faltered, sobbingly, 'ea1•ese
Mug . 1 1 the t' +'i q
t it d ,e rl •1
o t tr tel v.
• € 1.
At that mlornclht her teed rested up-
on ft 1'it of faded yellow c ;caper ettre-
11.11+, seemed aunt, its the bottom 0
the l)Ilt•Se. See 11tuft:teect it revenues.,
and read ti 011(11)s( nriOn it by the
',licit. glitnll,ering light ie. the wait -
in;; room:
"Mee.
Edna Waldron,
"dew York.,"
She remembered how site had found -
that bit of paper years ago in the
garret, and how she had taken it to
her father, asking who Edna Wald-
ron was. She never forgot the ter-
rible look that Caine .ower his face.as
he tore it from her grasp, setting his
heel upon it.
"1Cnnty, once for all, she is your
nr I t rr
r
t v 1c 1 relative,
ex "c
4 )t
6 i myself.
nv tat•as 1 know, and your deadliest
fur Never mention ilei Dante in my
presence again," he had said, stride
log excitedly from the room.
Rosebud bad ,gathered up the frag-
ments of payer, and for some ulnad-
countable re.,sun hid thong carefully
array.
Ilei heart gave a great throb as
s'ic• read the name. Why not go to
Ler-her oitly siting relative in all
the) wide world?
"AF'oul(1 she desiliso me if I were to
go to her and tell her poor papa is
dead?" she wondered. "I can not
believe she will ranee to forgive poor
palet, no clatter what bitter secret
lay buried in their Past. I will go
to her." she pondered, "tell her of
1 orey '= and - aiid - she will ad-
vise me."
Poor little lamb! she was bending
her footsteps unwittingly into the
wolfs power; yet no warning voice
(10111 heaven cried out to stay her
stops.
The outgoing trains were crowded,
there was only a half seat vacant at
the rear end of .the car. Rosebud
stopper) hesitatingly before it, then
she glanced timidly at the young
man who, with his satchel and trav-
eling -rug, was its only occupant.
",Please, sit', may I sit down Isere?"
lnuruuu•ed Rot•cbud, "all the other
seats aro occupied."
Paul Howard raised his handsome
brown eyes from the journal he was
persuing, to the pretty little creature
standing before him, IIe was on his
feet in an instant.
"Certainly, miss," he replied, hew-
ing in his most fascinating )manner.
"I shall only be too plecsed to ac-
commodate you."
Little Rosebud sunk down on the
seat like a fri,htened child, and
Paul resumed his scat, glancing 81!-
mitinely at the bewitching little
piny-and-it•I.1te farce turned so rosu-
lutciy trete him.
Ile tools in at a single 5lenee how
pet (vette the pretty braided fawn -col -
(wed cloak fitted the petite figure, ant
how daintily the sort m e.1'0 pfn111e8
drooled otrr her flaxen curls.
"I must not stare loo long at the
bewitching picture," he said to him-
self. "Probably her father and mo-
ther and no end of sisters and cous-
ins and aunts are watching us on all
sides."
On rushed dim train through the
gray dawn of the incoming day. All
that forenoon Paul noticed with in-
tense surprise that none of the rela-
tives of whom he stood in such dread
approached her. Surely, he thought,
that innocent child cum not bo trav-
eling all alone. The puzzling
thought was soon settled.
"Can you tell ale, please, sir, how
long it will be until I reach New
York?" asked Rosebud, anxiously. "I
thought I would get there by noon."
"Wo reach Philadelphia at loon,
but this train docs not get into New
York until two o'clock; but surely
you are not traveling alone, are
you, miss?" 11810(1 Paul in amaze-
ment. "1 'lutagited the elderly gent-
leman and lady it few seats back
were your father and mother."
"I have no father and mother -
they are both dead. 1 atm an orphan
and all alone. I have an aunt liv-
ing somewhere in heti York," she
went on in her innocent childish
frankness. -And 1 airs going. to try
to find her,"
A dark glitter stole into Paul
IIoward's cyee, incl the strange snide
on his lips, which the drooping mous-
tache concealed., would have peddled
Little Rosebud with horror had she
seen it. Iris face wore an expression
of deep concern as he turned toward
ler eagerly, saying:
"'What is your aunt's name. Per-
haps T may know her?"
Poor thoughtless little Rosebud
was delighted. She hastily produced
the faded slip of paper from het'
purse and handed it to him, and he
read the name, ''Mrs. Edna Waldron,
New York."
"is it possible!" he exclaimed, in
well -feigned astonishment. "Yote are
Mrs, WFaldron's niece? Why, your
aunt and I are the best of friends."
(rosebud tettered a little, glad,
thankful cry.
"Oh, I'm so glad you know 01y
aunt!" she tried, breathlessly. "Rid
ever ]tear her speak of pupa and100? She did not like pupa, but
don't you think she will like me,
it?„
Paul Howard. bit his lip to keep
from laughing outright. Wild, reck-
less, and dissipated as he was, he
Alt a sort of pity for the fresh in-
nocent
rnocent. frankness of the fair little
girl fitting beside him.
"1 ]lave 1:e.ird your aunt Speak of
so Dane' people I could hardly tell
maces I ha,tt',1 the names," he saarid,
adroitly.
''Irapa was Judge Arden, of
Cinlrieston, and I ant Rosebud, hie
daughter," she anstwere(1, innocently,
•I trap set for her at
fila) in the t
Ig to 1 I
01101'
,
l..osrbnd Arden. What, a hrautf-
fei 1111111e!" cried T'attll. "Why, it is a
musdr01 song of itself, and how well
it eufts you. Whenever 1 see a rose-
bud again, fair, delicate and frag-
rant, I shall talWtlys assVciate it
with my memory of you ---the fairest
and sweetest maiden .1 bane ever
nue." Ile quite fof'got tie question
,i repeated
sbr boli ,s'.e,i until she it.
t
"C:)1--•uh, ;VON, 81'0111( Of yell,,' he
sale1, c•olOring 001 fusc(ly, "of rout'se
She has, not dere, but a tltottstted
litnaq. The address you have here is
not very definite. 1)o you know
Where she has moved?"
"Moved," e dhne,l (rosebud, faintly,
"no, sir, that. is all the address .
t9lnve.
1'1"
' ' 1iY 1!a -((trite Ittit}('L!`nt, upon :See -
,2'21 linenditdd continued her rout -
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panion complacently; "As soon ae+
we reach New York I will get a
coach and take you to your aunt."
"Thank you," she murmured,. yet
not daring to raise her timid blue
eyes to his face, "it is very good of
you, sir, to be so kind to me. I am
very gratefal indeed."
The dark, forbodiug glitter deepen-
ed in IIoward's. keen flashing eyes,
and he twirled his moustache slowly
Y
i his whit fingers,. u
ue ;,e , pun one of
which a magnificent diamond glean- {
ed.
Good and evil were lighting a des-
perate 1>attfie in his soul. He was
stealthy, young, daring. and world-
ly, and his conscience was halting
the last desecrate effort to save the
guiltless, beautiful, coy, bewitching ,
little creature front his fatal fascin-
ations; but, alas! evil conquered.
The train steamed into the bust -
lin; city of New York. The dark-
ness of night had settled over the
great city.
"Here we arc', 'Miss Rosebud," cried
the hands.nne stranger, hailing a
coupe. "Conte;" but (rosebud, as if
by some subtle instinct, suddenly
drew back with a startled cry:
"Oh, 1 ala afraid," cried Rosebud.
"I will not go."
"It is too late to retreat now.
See, you are lteginning to draw at-
tention toward us."
lie held open the coach door, and
a peculiar glance passed between
Paul Iloward and the coachman.
"No,no. I will not go," cried Ilose-
bud, frantically. "•Please, oh, please
go away and leave me tticne again."
Tho night wind stirred her pretty
.flaxen curls about her white, terrified
face, her great blue eyes wore a
look of intense entreats-, and her
c1 intron lips trembled pitifully like
a grieving child's.
"no you suppose I ani going to
lose you like this for a foolish
whin)?" cried Paul Howard, angrily.
"I would have been pleased to play
the part of the agreeable, fascinating
lover to the end of the chapter, but
you have vetoed that. Now I shall
take the other course. Cry out or
make the least resistance at your
peril. You are alone in a strange
city at me- mercy."
As he .poste he lifted the slight
figure in his amts and placed her
struggling in the roach.
The bewildering, flashing lights of
the" great city swam. darkly around
her for an instant. • ,.
"Oh, Papa -Percy, save me?" site
'cried out, piteously. ''IIelp! help!
will no one save 11)0?"
The roach door was closed with a
bang. The driver leaped to his scat,
need,e:`, t re •a „tf) 11) dee Serowe, and ill
an instant more they tw030 oft. and
the world closed deride a.ronnd pool•
Little Rosebud, for she sun(. floral 111.
With tL deth-ike sWo 11.
CRIAP'rERR X.
S,uddeatly the door of the coach
Was wrenched open and the vehicle
canoe t') it halt.
"What is the 1t,'t,, r, driver'?
t1'!i t tate you :stopping for? i)itln't
I tell you I Wanted to Make lilt,
Brooklyn side as 5(1011 05ssi1,l ?"
1
o c
gsi<e(1 Roweled, haughtily, gIenc]hlg
up.
But instead of the driver's 'face he
caw the piercing glance of two scath-
ing \leek . eyes fixed angrily upon
hint.
•"Igor 11ond Leslie!" ejnettlate,i
Ito paling to his t i'y lips. In
by a violent c sort, he lied
f s -rt n 'r tr. )w• v
ri e # ) t ul . ( e er.
hill onion, what this
meanses •ne count -Jude', sarcastically..
"]n the first place 1 wish you to
instantly hand out that young lady
in the coach," replied. young Leslie,
calmly.
"Upon my word your insolence itis
charming," sneered Howard.. "Know-
ing me as well as you do,. ]lay Lee -
lie, I wonder that you wasted your`
breath in slaking such a request. -
You have your goody-goody notions
and go your way; I live my gay,
reckless ]ife and have a good time
and go my way, so there's an end
of it. I warn you not to interfere
fit my alleles!"
"I know you to be an unprincipl-
ed, unscrupulous villain!'" r'eto
Leslie, warmly, "anti I will save time
and explanation by .saying that I
saw this child when site entered the,
train, and I trembled with apprehen-
sion when I saw her take bee seat
beside you, for I sate site was alone
And unprotected!"
•'A11d you hovered near the little
beauty, playing the part el the
guardian angel, I see," said How-
ard; "but you needn't have taken, se
much trouble, for 1 assure you upon
my honor, Leslie, I mean well by
this little girl; 1'1e1 actually in love,
aucl I'd marry her this minute if OMwould say yes."
"Stop where you are!" ceded Bay:
mond Leslie, sternly, hie dark eyes
flashing. "Not e word. not a syl-
lable of your defence will I listen toe
not a sound in vindication of this
cowardly ti eatmlatht of this helpless
child!"
At that instant ]rosebud opened
her eyes.
•'Oh, pupa, Percy!" she cried,
struggling to her Rot. "Where ams?
What has happened?"
As the light of the bright gas- L
lamp, under which the: coach Thad
halted, fell full upon Paul Howard's
face she rerncruhrr:41 the thrilling
scene through which she had just;
passed, and the poor little girl sunk
on her knees with a pitiful cry, al-
in(lst faint]hg With fright.
"1)o not be frightened, my child,"
said Raymond Leslie, I.indly. "'You
need() go back to the depot with mt.
'Tr. Ifotvard, pardon rue, but I be•"
sieve this is your .declination, is it
not? You will permit us to bid you
geed etre:eta- "
(To be continued)
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