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THERE'S WORK ENOUGH TO DO. 



The MwlUp and the spreading vine, 

 Tbr dnlnj In Ihegrnj.., 



U«t* onward 



dent, and she i 



immediate union. But I 

 my father, who ans 

 immediately, forbidding mo to think of young 

 Don la p.- ordering mc lo go immediately bono, 

 end saying he a)*»ys intended mc for John Cas 

 tUWBLl, a neighbor or ours,— a millionaire,— a 

 booty,— *fool,— whom I bated as I did poison. 



"Not long after the receipt of this letter I wa<* 

 surprised by the sudden appearance of Uncle Btn- 

 ie.au, who had come at my fathcr'a request to lake 

 me home. This roused mc at once. My fatbei 

 was a tyrant, I laid, end I would let him know 1 

 could dona 1 pleased. In my excitement, I fancied 

 I could not exist a iiuuki ut without Richard Dun- 

 wbile he declared tbal life would be a blank 

 for him if pasted away from me. At this oppor- 

 tune momeut Mr*. Lb Vert euggested that we be 

 married immediately, — that very night. Uncle 

 Bertram fortunately was a clergyman, and could 

 officiate as well as any other. In justice to Rich- 

 rd I will soy that In.- hesitated Kmgcrthan I did, — 



nd with no oilier witness than Mrs. Lb Vert 

 nd awhile woman win. hud with her as half 



waiiing-n 

 ROSAUI 



-Id r 



and forgetliDg to 

 son shawl around 



ed! Why, then, 



oaents fly on Mghuuug'i wings. 



ROSAMOND; 



THE V.OUTHFUL ERROR, 



A. TALK OP 1 RIVEESIDE. 



[c,.,n 



Chapter X.-The Story. 



"Mr home," began Miss Porter, " is, as you 

 know, in Florida. I am an only child, as were both 

 my parents, so that I have now living no nearer 

 relative Ihau a great uncle, a superannuated cler- 

 gyman, who superintends my affairs, and who in 

 case I die before be dries, which is very probable, 

 will In.' heir to my possessions. 



"It is now nearly ten years since my father 

 started for Europe, and I went to an adjoining 

 Stale to visit a widow lady, whom I bad met io 



h.it [- 



Itii 



lequenlly I 



will cull her Sirs. Le Vert. She was spending the 

 summer on her plantation, at what she culled her 

 country seat. It was a large, old-fashioned, wooden 

 building, many miles from any neighbors, and 

 here she lived alone— for her only son, a Ind twelve 

 ycara of age, was at some northern school. At 

 first I was very lonely, for the secluded life we led 

 at Holly Grove was hardly in accordance with the 

 Still 1 did not mind it as 

 d but little for gen tl 



"Towards the last of Juty, Mrs. Le Vbet's 

 brother came (o visit her. He was a handsome, 

 boyish looking youth, six months older than my- 

 self, -just out h.I ..olU--e.— f.,11 of lire and very fond 

 of pretty girls, particularly if they chanced to be 

 wealthy." 



"That's a little like Bex," said Rosamond, and 

 Miss Pouter continued. 



"From the Dret, Mrs. u Vint seemed deter- 

 makc a match between us, for her brother 





was poor, and she fancied 

 have the Porter estate come into the Duslap 

 family, Ho she threw us constonlly together,— 

 talked of mo to him and of him tome, until I really 

 began to believe I liked him. lie, on the contrary, 

 cariil f., r nothing but my money. Still lie deemed 

 it advisable to assume a show of affection, and one 

 night talked to mc of love quite eloquently. I had 

 icr party that day and worn all my 

 3 had never seen them before, uod 

 e inflamed bis avarice, for I after- 

 m tell his sister that he never should 

 ™ ( 6 JP r °pose<l if I had not looked so beautifully 

 UHbU in my Htmondt,' he 





that night, 



effect ofb. 



'• paused a moment to witness tin: 

 I'M' Ro-auond was looking 



__. , ,, .' ' T ilt * "■•Hill. •]••: had just dlSCOV- 



en *! n ''^"'^Uidnotb^l.hem Still al.e 

 was listening and Bt „ ^ „ y y 



were lookmg beactiftOl, ,b nt ^ f )id you MB . 



" Unhappily. I did." returned M, ss Pom- .. for 

 I had made myself believe iby \ \ ovcd . •' . 

 wished that he was older, to b e lu ^ lmt faft ' 

 we would wait until be was of igtl Thig . n 

 however, did not suit his unibilioui »j»ter She' 

 kjum I intended asking my father's app r „ Ta ] anil 



ove her dress, shethew 

 shoulders, and silting 

 claimed "Married I You 

 :eyou called Porter. P 

 "Listen aod you shall know, "returned the lady. 



" Scarcely was the ceremony over, when I began 



i regret it,— not because I disliked Richard, but 



because I dreaded my father's displeasure, for he 



I a most savage, revengeful temper, aDd his 



filter possesses the snuie." This was biilcvli 



ken, and she continued :—■' Hardly an hour 



after we were married, a negro brought a letter to 



Richard from an eccentric old man for whom he 



had been named. In it the old man said he had 



made his namesake his heir, provided he did not 



marry until he was twenty-five. 



" ' I know just bow frillickin' you are," he wrote, 



most early marriages are,— so my boy, if you wont 

 SunDyside, wait till you are twenty-fjve before you 

 take an extra rib. I bate lo be bothered with let 



that you accept my terms.' 



" Mrs. Le Vfrt at once suggested that, as tbo old 

 gentleman bad already bad two lits of apoplexv. 

 and would undoubtedly soon have the third, ouj 

 marriage should fur a time be kept a secret." 



" But be didn't consent," cried Rosamond. 



"Yes, he did," answered Miss Porter, "and 

 though I, too, said it would be best, I began to dis 

 trust him from that moment,— to think 

 ferred money to myself. Uncle Berth; 

 secrecy and went back alone, and then commencei 

 a life of wretchedness, which makes me shudde 

 even lo recall it. With the exception of my owi 

 servant, who dared not tell if I bade her be silent 



though we lived together as man and wife, so skill 

 fully did Mrs. Le Vert and Esther, her whit 

 domestic, manage the matter, that for a time on 

 secret was safely kept. A few of the negroes dis 

 covered it ere I left ; but as they always lived ii 

 that out-of-the-way place, it never followed me, am 

 to this day no humau being in Florida, save Uncle 

 Bertram, knows of the marriage 

 " I am very impulsive, and the 

 over, my affection began to cool. Richard 

 have kept it alive hud be tried, but he did not 

 the contrary he was much alone, and when 





rfoi 



but burns upon my face just us hatred (o 



"Ob, Miss Poster," cried Rosamond, b 

 former ground her teeth together, "don't Ii 

 terribly. You frighten me. He struck yoi 

 be asked your pardon, s 



" Yes, be pretended 

 bade him leave me foi 

 interfere, but she made 



renty . 



■ and the same shall be 





r father 

 . I delai 



i Ibeeveofe 



!■ LIS lluilgtl- 



tell him the whole and ask him 

 tion from one who bad dared to n 

 ter. IticuAiiD made a show of try 

 —said we had better live together, and all that, 

 while his sister culled us two silly children who 

 undid whipping. Lint I did not heed it. I wcnl 

 home lo Uocle Bertram and wailed for my father, 

 who never came. He died upon the sea, and ] 

 was heir of all his vost possessions. Then RicU' 

 aud made overtures for reconciliation, but I spurn- 

 ed them all. You've heard of woman-hat* ri, ftps * 

 mono— I am a man-hater. I loathe the whole sex, 

 Uncle Bertram excepted. My marriage waa ol 

 course a secret in Florida. My scrvaot, who 

 knew of it, died soon after my father, and a« 

 Uncle Bsbtrau kept bis own counsel, more than 

 one sought my hand, but I turned ray buck upon 

 them all. 



He was then master of Sunnyside, for the old man 

 left it to him after all. He was lonely there, he 

 said, and he asked a reconciliation. Hod he never 

 .struck me, I might have gone, for his letter was 

 kindly enough, but the blow was a burner be- 

 tween us, so ! refused to listen, and exulted over 

 the thought of his living there alone all his days 



human creature must know lout I am li.ing. 

 ■aw by the kindling of her eye at sight of the 

 that I was safe, and when the night shadows 

 falling I stole from ber cabin, and taking 



ime for 11. 



ill. (he i, 

 " The e 



lind. 







rithc 



m rujili.- iibuul deceiving 'the old man.'" 

 "Ob, I like him for that," cried Rosamond, " ! 



like him for that. Why didn't you let him tell :" 

 " Because," returned Miss Porter, " I had fean 



that father would disinherit mr, and if Ricbari 



lost Sunnyside, we should be poor indeed." 

 A shadow passed over Rosamond's face, and she 



said involuntarily, " I could bo happy with Mr. 



Browning if we were poor." 

 Marie started and answered quickly, "What 

 as Mr. Browning to do with my story?" 

 " Nothing, nothing," returned ItoSAMOND, "only 

 was thinking that if you lover." 

 1 1 do Mr. Bih 



loved him. J hate h 



She spoke vehemently, and when Rosamond said 



ournfully, "Hate your husband !" she replied, 



Yes, more than /»«v, or I had never come to tell 



you this; but listen.- from indifference we came to 



i — from coldness to recrimination,— from 



harsh words,— from harsh words to quar- 



id from quarrels to blowtl" 



the last word slowly, while Rosa- 



■ exclaimed, 



. M„s I'., 



The proud lip curled scornfully,— a gleam of sat- 

 fuction Bhot from the keen black eyes, and Marie 

 en ton. "He would say, — nay does say /was the 

 most to blame,— that I aggravated him beyond 

 endurance, — but he provoked me to it. 

 Think of his tutaiiotf at me, Rosamond,— calling 

 nc a the-dmU and all that. Think, too, of his tel- 

 iugmo to my face that lie was '.n't-ta in to the mar- 

 iagc wholly by his sister,— that he regretted It 

 uore than I, and to crown all, think of his boxing 

 '"J *««.' — he, a poor, insignificant Northern 

 puppy, boxing me — a, Portbr, aod a Southern 



She v 



riblv t 



itc-l, ; 





rface, distorted with malignant passion, be 



' -' " e greater wrong might perhap: 



have lain with her. 



After a moment's pause, Marie began ago 

 ' When we had been three months man and w 

 le wrote to the old man, confessing bis marria 

 tod saying sundry things not wholly complim< 

 ary lo bis bride; but I intercepted it, read 

 ore it up, and taunted him with it. I believe I 



ulli-d bin, a / ■■■<■ ■', -■■'' ' ■" . " -tiling lii;, 



bat, and then it waa he struck me. The blow 

 .unk deep into my soul. It was an insult, an 

 mpurdonable insult, and could not be forgiven. 



My Southern blood was all on Ore. and had I been 

 ■n, he should have paid for that blow. I feel I 



eetest morsel of all in the cup of re- 

 venge was, however, for a time withheld, but it 

 came at last, Rosamond. It came at last. He 

 loved a beautiful young girl, and loved her all the 

 more that he could not marry her." 



She drew nearer to Rosamond, who, though still 

 unsuspecting, trembled from head lo foot with an 

 niidchnable emotion of coming evil. 



"I saw her, Rosamond; saw this young girl 

 with his name upon ber lips when waking,— saw 

 her, too, with his name upon her lips when sleep- 

 ing, and all this while she did not dream that /, 

 the so-called Marie Porter, was his wift, the 

 burner which kept bim from saying the words 

 her little heart longed so to hear." 



There were livid spots on Rosamond's neck, — 

 livid spots upon her face, and still she did not 

 move from her seat, though her clammy hand 

 clutched nervously her bridal dress. A horrid 

 suspicion bad flashed upon her. but with a mighty 

 effort she threw it off as injustice to Mr. Brown- 

 ing, and mentally crying, "It cannot be," she 

 faintly whispered, "Go od." 



"The summer I met her," said Miss Porter, 

 "I was at Cartersville, a little out-of-the-way 



,.!..,, „ 



"You're [SUing rne true 



mono, joy thrilling in her tc 



" Yes, true," returned Mi 



"Then bless you, — Met 



words," rejoined Rosamond 



her companion's lap. "A i 



Interrupted i 



you for those last 

 burying her face in 

 "A terrible fear for a mo- 

 hat it might be /. But it 

 isn't. It isn't, /met you at the Springs. Oh, if 

 it had been me, I should most surely die." 



"But the did not,— the young girl," resumed 

 Miss Porter. "She had a brave, strong heart, 

 and she bore up wondrously. She felt that he had 

 cruelly deceived her, and that helped her to bear 

 the blow. Besides, she was glad she knew of it 

 in time, for had be married her she would not 

 have been his wife, you know." 



Rosamond shuddered and replied, " I know, but 

 my heart would have broken all the same. It 

 aches so now for her. But go on, how did she 

 find it out. Whoi .'-/ lime,- 1 length to tell her V" 



There was a pause, and each could hear the 

 beating of the other's heart. The Novemberwind 

 had risen within the Inst half hour, and now howl 

 ed dismally past the window, seeming to Rosa 

 mono like the wail that young girl must huvt 

 uttered when she first learned Imw her trust hai 

 been betrayed. The clock struck four/ Hosauoni 

 counted each struke, and thought, " One hour mort 

 and he will be here." Marie couutci! each stroke, 



way station m 



" Three days later in a dial 

 sad catastrophe— read tbat al 

 one, a Miss Poarstt, from Fl 

 I thought • ),f mil see that, 

 Before going to Carterville 1 

 girl who was under peculiar obligati 

 and one whom I could trust. She secured the 

 place. She wus employed at lust about the person 

 of ihut young girl, who had lived at Sunnyndt 

 rincfi th4 vat a child, a /rUndUts orphan" 



There was a quick, gasping moau as if the soul 

 were parting from the body, aud Rosamono fell 

 upon her face, which tbo pillows concealed from 

 view, while Miss Pouter hurriedly proceeded. 



" There is hut little more lo tell. I wrote to the 

 girl who took her owu Idlers from tbe office. I 

 told her all, and from her heard that the bridal 

 day was fixed. The obstacle was removed— not 

 insanity, but a living wife Need I say more ?" 



She paused, but from the bed where the crushed. 

 motionless figure luy, there came no sound, i 

 she said again, "Speak, Rosamond. Curse i 

 if you will, for saving juu from an unlawful n: 





StUJ there was no 



sound, save the low sighing 





emed to hoTc taken a fresh 



note of sadness as i 



bewailing the unutterable 



desolation of tbe yoi 



ng girl, who lay so still and 



lifeless that Marik P 



RTan's heart quickened with 



fear, and drawing nes 



r ahe touched the little baud 



resting on tbe pillow. 



It waa cold— rigid— as was 



also the fuce which she turned to the light. 



"It h death J" she cried, nnd a wild shriek rung 

 through the house, bringing ut once the servants, 

 headed by Mrs. Peteiis. 



" What it it/" cried the latter, as she saw the 

 helpless figure and beautiful upturned face. 



me, too," answered Miss Porter, clasping her 

 hands over ber heart, which throbbed as it never 

 bad done before, and which at last prostrated her 

 upon tbe lounge. 



But no nue heeded her, save the girl Maria. 

 The rest gavo their attention to Rosamond, who 

 lay so long iu the death tike stupor that others than 

 M.ss l'miTKit believed her dead. 



T/ii clock ttruck five/ and echoing from the 

 Granby hills the engine-whistle came. Then a 

 slight tremor ran through her frame, and Mrs. 

 Peters whispered joyfully, " There's life— there's 



Along the highway the returning traveler came 

 with rapid tread, but 'nealh the sycamore no Rosa- 

 mond was waiting. 



" She is hiding from me," he said, but his search 

 for her was vain, and he rapidly hastened on 



the ho..: 



There 



' 



the t 



ami thought, 

 " Rosamond 



Um- Lnur 





this room. But it was not premeditated, nnd be- 

 lieve me, Rosamond, it was not done for auy 

 malice I bore to that young girl, for I pitied her 

 so much, — oh, so much," and her hand wandered 

 caressingly over the bright huir lying on her lap. 



"Wo went out one afternoon,— two ladies, a 

 gentleman and myself,— iu a small suil-boat upon 

 the lake. / planned the excursion and thought I 



when my old affection of the heart began to 

 trouble me. I grew faint, and begged of them to 

 put me on the land. Tbcy complied with my 

 request, and set mc down upon a point higher up 

 than that from which we had embarked, and near 

 to a dilapidated cabin where lived a weird old hag, 

 who earned n scanty livelihood by fortune-telling. 

 I told her I was sick, and sat down by her door 

 where I could watch the movements of the party. 

 Suddenly a terrific thunder-storm arose, Ihe wind 



a hurricane, and though the boat rode the 

 billows bravely for a time, it capsized at length, 

 and its precious freight disappeared beneath the 



ng waves. For a moment horror chilled my 

 blood ;~then, swift as the lightning which leaped 

 from the cloud overhanging tbe graves of my late 

 companions, a maddening thought flashed upon 

 n.y mind." 



ut the girl— hasten to that part," said Rosa- 

 lifting up her head, while Miss Portsr went 

 back to her chair. 



"I Nhull come lo her soou enough," returned 

 Miss Porter, continuing her story. "No 

 being, save the old woman at my side, kne? 

 escape, and I could bribe her easily. Fortunately 

 I carried the most of my money about my person, 

 and I said to ber, 'There are reasons why, for e 

 time at least, I «j s h to be considered dead. Here 



lm ll|: 



her chamber came the buza of voices, and he en- 

 tered unannounced, recoiling backward when he 

 saw the face upon the pillow and knew tbat it was 

 Rosamond's. Every particle of color bad left it, 

 there were dark circles beneath the eyes, and a 

 look about the mouth as if the concentrated agony 

 of years had full en suddenly upon ber. 



" What is it?" he asked, and at the sound of his 

 voice, the brown eyes he had been wont to call so 

 beautiful unelOBfldj but. their sunny brightness was 

 all gone, aud be shuddered ut their dim, meaning- 

 She seemed to know him, and stretching her 

 arms towards him as a child does towards it 

 mother when danger threatens, she laid her head 

 upon his bosom with a piteous wail — the only 

 really audible sound she had yet uttered. 



"Rosamond, darling— what bus come upon you?" 



he said, "and why are you io your bridal dn>s " 



At that word she started, and moving away 



from him, moaned sadly, "It was cruel — oh, so 



cruel to deceive mc, when I loved and trusted him 



" Won't somebody tell me whut this means?" ho 

 demanded, aud Mrs. 1'eteiis replied, " We do not 

 know. There's been a strange woman here, and 

 she was with Uo-amush when it l.uppened." 



"Woman? What woman V And where is she 

 now?" he asked, and Mis. Peters replied, "She 

 was faint— dying, shesuid, and Maria took her into 



Mechanically he started for that chamber — hear- 

 ing nothing— seeing nothing— thinking nothing 

 for the nameless terror which had fallen upon him. 

 He did not suspect the real truth. He merely had 

 a vague presentiment that some one who knew 

 nothing of the drowning hud come there to save 

 his ltiiSA.Mi.isn from what they supposed to be an 

 unlawful marriage, and when at lust ho stood fuce 

 to face with his livinu wife, when he kne 



JTUCKV SEED WHEATS. 



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gTRAWBERBIES. 



I 



>TJBLISHED, 



Ik'iitlofis, direct simply "Iontiar 



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up : 



> dead, be dro[ 



, tbe 



>uk when felled by the 



iged, was avenged— fully, amply avenged, 

 riDg her fuee with her bands, ahe moaned 



killed them both, and there's nothing left 

 ic now but to die!" [Concluded next week 



Important to Evany One.— Exercise fur the 

 body, occupation for the mind — these are the 

 grand constituent of health and happiness, the 

 cardinal points upon which everything turns.— 

 Motion seems to bo u great preserving principle of 



neb . 



■ things I 







tbe winds, wave 



s, the e 



rib itself, are 



restless, 



and the waving 









known to be an 





part of their 



economy. 



A 0xed rule o 





everal hours' 



exercise every day, if puss 









cover, will be a 







an exemption from disease 





is from the at- 



neks of 1 





i, that n 





B verwayl 



lying the rich and indolent. 



ind still— 0,11m. 



MOORE'S RURAL XKW-YOKKKl;, 



Agricultural, Literary and Family Weekly, 



BY O. 0. T. MO ORE, RO CHESTER, N. Y. 



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