Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 9, Number 34, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 February 1879 — Page 6

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Tm gladyou*vo come over Samanthy Just lay off your bonnet and shawl .* 2t% the Ant time you've been htre to tee us sinceaway long In fall. Tour folks are alt well 1 reckon, else know you wouldn't be here. Tbat'» rlgbt make yourself at homd, child, an now let me give you a cbeer. Oh lyes you tuay come in, Klljah. daman thy you never seed A boy grow as fast as that one does why, he shoots up Just like a woed. Them trowsera he's got on I made him nrt more'n three months ago It beats all when them bojs take a start once, how fast the crliter# will grow And he larns his boek fast, too, they tell me the Kchoolmarm was here last nlgbt She makes a heap over Elijah, and thinks wbat he does about right. He may be a little awkward In some of his manners and ways, Bat she will have it he's perfect, and I'm afeard she'll spile him with praise. Yon ooghter come up a week sooner you've ml*«ed a mighty line treat. We've been having a contracted meet in', and a tell you It oouldn't be beau There was bruiher Jermes Brown and Slme

Peters, both of theold-fashioned kind, And I tell you ho preached 'em some ser mons that were pretty mucu to my mind The first night he ealled for jlners, as preachers most atlers do, Bnt somehow they seemed backerd, and he aidn't get but two But the next night when preachin' was over, they told them to raise to their feet* And them as wanted the prayers of the church to come to the anxious seat. Well, Matilda Ellen Jenkins sat rlgbt in front of me Tee, I know what they say about her, that she aint what she oughter be, 8o when she riz np and started, I thought

I'd look round and see

If any of the good sisters was as glad she'd went as me. Butthetfe'sdt sister Perkins, her thin lips qhetso tight. And hernymn book clenched In one hand as if see was In for tight I know it was mighty mean in me, but I couldn't helplt, you see, 8o I just reached over and nudged her, and then she says to me: "For my part I think it's a burnin' shame that she, with her brazen face. Should be allowed to sbow herself in so sanctified a plaoe." So up she got, ana Samanthy, I tell you I was beat She took Matlldy right by the arm and led her to her seat. Now if that's what they call religion I don't want an ,- more, Or If that is christian sperit I've had enough of it, I'm shore. Too know I'm no professor, but I want to do what's right, And if it hadn't been for Jane Perkins I might've jinedthat night.

Sarah Merchant, Al James, and Rosamond Ware were going to Willet's Ravine. Mr. Ware drove them over to Bethel Plsin to take the Towaaset railway, but their watches were slow, or else they (brgot to look at them, and as they were leisurely driving down Depot street, Rosamond spied the train jast leaving the station and moving slowly towards them. Al shouted, and the girls waved their handkerchiefs, to arrest the attention of the engineer, but the train came on with increasing speed. Mr. Ware reined in the horse. "Jump out!" he cried. "May be you oan get on."

Al seized the lunch basket, and they all sprang out and ran over to the trank. Rosamond jumped on the forward platform of ttre baggage- car. Sarah and Al wore not quite quick enough, and waited for the next platform. Al gained a footing easily, and Sarah made a brave jump, and clung kneeling to the steps till the frightened conductor ran out and

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ulled ber up. Rosamond hurried on through the train to see if her friends had succeeded, wondering, as she ran, what she should do if they hadn't. She found them receiving a severe and deserved reprimand from the conductor. "It was a very foolhardy and improper thlng to 40," jMtfd he, turning to iaolude ber, as she catne up. "I was just about to st6p for you. We never tike on passengers while the train i? moving." "Bat you dontj&it them off after they once get on, do you?*' said Rosamond, triumphantly. "No, we do jjot," he replied, not exaotly dtscomtlted, but as if reproof was thrown awajr upon such exultant success.

So he took their fares, and said no more, but Rosamond watched him curious! whenever he came through the train, feeling a particular antipathy towards him. He was a tali, flue looking young man, with the appearance ana manners of a gentleman, and a certain personal dignity and distance about him that made Rosamond sensitive to his evident disapproval of her and her friends She felt that he was still disapproving of them whenever be passed by, and could not impress him with the air of triduiph she wished to maintain. Rosamond had never noticed individual railway officials before she bad a general idea that they were all alike, and all disagreeable, like the steam escapes on the locomotives, and perhaps she would never have remembered this one if she had not seen him a few weeks later, when she went to Newtleld with her little brothers. She amused the boys by telling them bow that conductor gave ber a scolding once and the awakened recollection brought with it the old feeling of resentment, as she looked at him. There was no of recognition on his calm, Impassive face, as he passed quietly through the car, taking the tickets and manifesting no further interest in anything transpiring about him.

Rosamond soon ceased to notice him. and never thought of him again until Christmas time, when she went to New York to spend the holidays at the house of an older sister. She took the train for Newtield, where it made a close connection with the express for New York.

When the conductor came for her ticket, she at once remembered him, but her former feelings of anger and dislike had faded away, and she only wondered a little if he remembered her, and decided that as a matter of course he did not.

Wheu about half way to Xewfteld they slopped along time at one of the sta-

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she thought, "I wonder what he would say to m»lf I should oalt him by it I want to ask him about the connection. I'll give him a little surprise." 8o the next time he passed by she said aoft-

^"Mr. Ingleside!" He heara her voice above the roar of the train, and turning quickly, bent over her. "I am going to New York," she said: "am I likely to miss the train at New field?" "We are behlud time," he answered, looking at his watch. "We were delayed by a hot box at the last station, bpt we can make the oonnectlon, yet. I have never failed to do so. Da not give yourself any uneasiness. I will see that you get your train."

It was not much that be said, but the grave and gentle courtesy of his man ner, and the subtle quality of deference and respect that he paid her, made Rosamond follow with her eyes his fast retreating figure until the door closed behind him, and she muttered to her

"That's the nloest conductor that ever saw he has such a pleasaut man uer."

He stopped onoe or twice afterward to reassure ber, wheu she began to grow anxious, she fait that be had her on bis mind, and the comfortable sense of help

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and protection relieved her of all her

Just before they reached New-

field he came to her again. "Iryou will give me your checks," he said, "I will se6 to the transfer of your trunks. You will not have time to buy a ticket, but cross at ouce to the other side ot the depot, and get on the train which stands there,—you cannot mistake it,—and I will bring your checks I must run across and speak to the conductor of the New York train. We shall have time enough don't be at all un easy." "Oh, thank you, thank you/' began Rosamond, gratefully. "Get on the forward car, please, and I will find you," said he, interrupting her either thauks, and was gone before she could renew tbem.

She leisurely crossed the depot, and entered the forward car of the waiting train, with a sense of perfect security and relief, and of devout gratitude to Mr. Ingleside for his courtesy and kindness.

Just as they were starting, he entered, dropped the checks in her hand, raised his cap, and dashed out at the door. Rosamond saw him alight from the moving train with the sleight of foot that railroad men acquire, and stretched her neck to catch a glimpse of his figure, as he walked rapidly away.

A week of holiday gayeties effaced the recollection of the conductor from Rosamond's mind, but after she had been at home again for some weeks she began to notice how frequently the thought of him recurred to her.

Once and again during her life she had met some bright and pleasant young man, whose handsome face or winning ways, had pleased .her fancy, and she had thought of him a great dea!, looked forward eagerly to another meeting, dreamed of bim, woven fancies about bim, and cared for him, until perhaps nearer acquaintance had dispelled the illusion, and changed her sentimental liking to indifference or disgust or perhaps her interest had died for want of further acquaintance to keep it alive.

Experience of this sort was bv no means uncommon with her, and she never gave it aay serious thought. She had a strong, vivid imagination, which she had trained from childhood for her own amusement, and she lived much in an inner world of fancy to escape the dullness and monotony of her outer world of fact.

Tn this world of fancy now appeared the handsome conductor, and Rosamond found herself recalling the few incidents of their intercourse, his looks and tones and pleasant manners, and looking forward she imagined their meeting again, and invented situations of interest where they should be brought together. "I wonder when I shall sea him again" she often thought 'and she laid herp.'ans for the future with reference to her chances of meeting him. "I shan't go to New York again before next fall, but I can make some excuse to go to Newfield next summer, and I'll get up another excursion to Willet's Ravine, and go on bis train but that won't amount to much. I wish I could see him just often enough for him to rememOer me from one journey to another as someone he has seen before."

Rosamond did not travel on the railway again that winter, and her fancy nearly starved to death. Warebaoi had now its own station, two miles distant, and she sometimes drove her father to or from the train, and had then a glimpse of Mr. Ingle-tide and she sometimes saw him, too, in Bethel Plain, a town eight miles away, upon whose stores and shops the people of the country round dopended.

Mr. Ware drove often to Bsthel Plain, and Rosamond sometimes went alon# with him, and when she was in town at the hour when Mr. Ingleside's train was going through, she had onoe or twice made some excuse to run over to the railway station, for the sake of seeing him but of this she wasa little ashamed, and it was also very unsatisfactory. But when midsummer came, tho city boarders began to appear In the farm houses of Wareham, and the season of picnics and oxcorslons arrived.

Mrs. James, the sister living iu New York, oame to her father's, with her little ones, and Mr. Ware's hospitahle house was opened wide to all the James relations and friends and cousins, to the remotest degree. Life brightened for Rosamond during those pleasant weeks, and was full of joyous excitement. Mr. Ware's was the oentre of interest in all that was going on, and Rosamond's active brain ana local knowledge made h4r the recognized leader in £ne plans for amusement. It was easy for her to turn the current whither she would, and she chose to turn it in the direction of the Towamet railway. Bethel had a mountain, tower, and waterfall, and beyond, along the line of the railway, were situated Willet's Ravine, the Rolling River, and the lakes so she seemed very likely to realise some of her pleasant dreams.

The first excursion of the season was planned to Bethel Plain, to go up the mountain and tower, and a party of a dosen started off, one morning, to walk to the station and go down on the cars. Rosamond felt excited and expectant, as tl sat in the little depot waiting for train. She was proud of the appears'me of ber friends, and felt sure that Mr. Ingleside must be favorably impressed with the style and distinction of the party, which were unmistakable,

tlons, and Rosamond began to Iwl anx- even through their plain walking dress. ions lest she should lose the Sfaw York train, and grew so nervous that she oouki scarcely control herself. She sat twirling the little check the conductor had given her, and carelessly lead the inscription "If yon wish to stop over at way

As the train drew near, Rosamond ssw ber conductor's fsmUiar figure standing on the steps. He glanced rapidly over the group, and bis eyes rested an instant on her face, but she was not sure he remembered ber.

station, please notify and recef.vo a *pe^! confusion after they were on the trtin. oial check from 6. W. Iuglf slde, con-! The fare between Wareham and Bethel doctor." j, Plain bad been fixed at fifty cents, for a "Ingleside! That's a pret&y name," 1 distance of miles, and announce­

There was a great deal of bustle and

After a few more pleasant words on both sides, he rose to go as the train drew near the station. As soon as th bad alighted and the train moved Rosamond was assailed by a chorus from her companions. "Wbat was that man talking about?" said Al James. "I couldn't imagine what you weressying." "Oh, 1 shan't tell you," she answered them. "His tender speeobes won't bear repeating any more than other people's," looking mischievously at Al. But she enjoyed the teasing, aud was happy as a bird all the way home. It seemed to her there would be socae change in his demeanor after that, and she was vagudlv disappointed next time she met hiui, when be appeared as grave and distant as ever, and took the fares without a word.

The first of September scattered the gay New Yorkers there were no more picnics and excursions, and Rosamond sorely missed ber journeys on the train. She could feel now that Mr. Ingleside recognized and remembered her as a frequent passenger, but she was not satisfied, and longed to see him more than ever so she went off to Newfield again, for a visit* On her journey home, when about an hour from Wareham, she was taken with bleeding at tbe nose. When her handkerchief was soaked with blood, she tried putting her head out at the window, but tho strong wind blew tbe fast dropping blood back In ber face. Just as she was in utter despair, she heard her name, and looking up saw Mr. Ingleside regarding her kindly. ''Miss Ware," he said, "if you will come into the baggage car, I can give you somo water, and perhaps help you." "Oh, thank you, thank you!" she answered, the tears springing to her eyes and rising, she followed him to tbe forward car, to a retired corner behind a pile of baggage. Mr. Ingleside brought a basin of water and placed it on a trunk, and Rosamond knelt before it, and gladly washed her blood-stained face. "If you will allow me, Miss Ware, I think I can Btop the bleeding." "Oh, mercy, yes do anything you've a mind to," she replied. So be took both ber hands and clasped tht atovo ber head. Then bo tore a piece from his handkerchief and made a tight little roll, and, kneeling beside her, crowded it up ber nostril, and then with his thumb aad finger gently clasped ber throat, compressing the artery there. His manner was so quiet and matter of fact that she did not feel the slightest embarrassment. After a few minutes she began to laugb. "I feel as If you were going to strangle me." "It does have rather that look," he replied, smiling, as he dipped tbe oorner of the towel in water, and wiped her fnoe. "Does the blood run down your throat?" "No I think you have stopped it entirely." "Then I must leave you a few moments," be said, as they approadfed a station. When be came back, be found her sitting on a trunk, ana looking white. He brought an arm chair. "You are faint, I know alt here."

Rosamond took the seat. He threw his overcoat over the pile of trunks behind her, for ber bead to rest upon, and having made her comfortable, went away. "Oh. bow good and gentle you are!" mused Rosamond, as she leaned back and closed her eyes. "Yon called me by name, too I wonder how: you found that out."

He did not return for some time, though she saw bim near, and felt herself still under his care. Juatatbey reached Wareham he oame to her, asked if she felt quite well again, and quietly turned aside ber profuse acknowledgments with a few phrases of courtesy as he helped her off tbe car. Mr. Ware was there to meet ber, and she rode home almost in sllenoe, absently answering her father's questions, her mind foil of nappy thoughts and fancies recalling Mr. Ingleslde's kindness and true courtesy, his look and voice and gentle touch wondering bow be came to know her name and wishing she might soon see him again to eqjoy the nearer acquaintance which chance bad brought ber. But no opportunity came for several weeks. Home cares and du ties claimed her attention, and her life was very busy. Mrs. James oame up for Thanksgiving, and insisted on taking Rosamond back to New York for a couple of weeks. Her spirits rose at the thought of again meeting the conductor. She looked forward to it for days planned bow she would begin just where she left off in their acquaintance—greet him by name with a smile and pleasant salutation, as mere politeness required.

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ment was reoelved with Indigoant protest, Then the young men Insisted en paying tor tho girls, and there was more OOUfUMiOO.

Mr. Ingleside stood by, grave and dig* nlfied, with no aptmrance of haste or impatlenoe, waiting till the war of words should come to an end. and the fares be forthcoming, aud after carefully re* oordipg them in her note-book, be pass ed on. "What a nice oonduotor!" said Amy James, who sat in the seat beside Rosa mond.

Amy was aNew York girl, with the most fastidious notions, and Rosamond was both amused and gratified that she should have noticed Mr. Ingleside, even though she felt that Amy might have remarked in just the same way a nioo coachman or oolored waiter. "Yea." was the reply "isn't he handsome?" "It isn't so much his fine appearance/' oontinned Amy "there's something so nioe about his manner,—gentleness, dignity .—I can't quite define it, but yo feel it, and it seems so out of place in oonductor." "Prince In disguise, I guess," was the careless reply, and the subjeot dropped from the conversation, but not from Rosamond's mind. They saw him again on their return, and other excursions followed, until Rosamond knew he must remember them, though be gave no sign of recognition, and never spoke more than the brief worda neoes sary in taking the fares. Rosamond wanted some excuse for further oonver Batlon, and one day mustered up oourage and made a bold venture. "Mr. Ingleside," she said, "are you never going to reduce the fare to Bethel? We shall all be impoverished." "I'm afraid not," he replied, smiling, and passed on but in a lew moments he returned, and seated himself on the arm of the opposite seat. "I'm very sorry." he said, "to ask you so much. I think, myself, that twenty cents would be enough, but you know 1 have no control of the fare, and must ask what others decide." "Oh, no, I didn't suppose you did, said Rosamond "but you know we must grumble at somebody." "The fact is," he resumed, "the company don't want to stop there anyway it is a hard plaoe to stop a train, and it costs"— "Oh, I've heard all about that," she interrupted, laughing "how heavy the grade is, and how it costs seventy-five cents to brake up a train." "Well, it does, to stop this train here," said he. 'However, I would be happy to let you ride up free, if I might."

But when she was finally on tbe train, things began to look different, and when abe saw him coming through the esc, looking distant and impassive, with no appearance of recognfziug ber, ber salutation froae in ber throat, and she never said a word, or even looked at bim, while her sister arranged for tbelr fares and baggage. Mrs, Jnmes then leaned bask in tbe corner and closed ber eyes for a nap, while Rosamond devoted herself to looking through the glass doors Into tbe baggage car for glimpses of Mr. Inglesi ae. After an hour or more Mrs. James roused herself. "What a aerene face that conductor has!" "I've been watching bim as he goes through the car." "Yes," replied Rosamond "he always makes me think of those lines from Longfellow's Snndslpbon: •"But serene iu the rapturous throng,

Unmoved by the rush of the song. With eyas unlmpatisioued and slow.' "Very good," smiled Mrs. James. "Are you acquainted with him?" "Magaret!" exclaimed Rosamond, .in most expressive tone "Well, what?" "The idea of my being acqnainted with tbe railway oonductor!' "I don't think there's anything so ridionlpns about it, maintained Mrs. James! "You often go on this train and I thought you might have made his acquaintance. I don't see why a conductor isn't perfectly respectable. Besides, in tbe country, where people eat with their servants, you can't keep up all these distinctions. You expect to know everybody." "Not brakemen and conductors," suggested Rosamond.

Mrs. James subsided into her corner once more. Newfield was soon reached, and just before tbe train stopped Rosamond took her note book from her pocket, and slyly dropped it under tbe seat. "I'm going to correspond with him, if he won't speak" to me," she thonght. And that night, after she bad gone to her roomi she chose the nloest paper and envelopes she could find, and wrote two or three little notes before she produced one that suited her exactly, in its stylish handwriting and care* less but exqpisite finish of execution. MB. INGLESIDE

Dear JSir:—I think I dropped, in your train to Newfield this morning, a little black note book, oontaining some mem oranda and addresses of considerable value to myself. If by any chance it was picked up and preserved, might I ask you to post it to tbe address below. I inclose stamps for the postage, and regret that my carelessness should give you trouble. Very truly yours,

ROSAMOND WAKE.

She watched for tbe postman eagerly after that, and one morning at breakfast Mr. James handed her a letter that brought a bright blush to her cheek. She was grateful that he was absorbed in the newspaper, and Mrs. James busy with ber own letters, while she read

Miss WARE Since your note came to hand I have made Inquiries regarding the lost note book, and regret tb say that I have been unable to get any trace of it whatever. Very respectfully, etc.,

GEORGE W. INGLESIDE.

Rosamond hurried off to her room as soon as breakfast was over, happy to possess, at last, some tangible memento of thi3 man who had taken such hold upon her faucy, and sitting down,studied her precious letter until the turn of every pen-stroke was familiar to ber eye. The handwriting was bold and handsome, but with a slight flavor of copy-book stiffness in its careful precision, and she decided that he did not write a great deal, and had taken much pains this time. "Your name is George Washington, you poor unfortunate," she said aloud, "I've suspected it all along."

When sne returned homeshe took Mr. Ingleside's train from Newfield she would have contrived that, if it had involved any amount of inconvenience. When be had been through tbe train, he came back, and sat down in the vacant seat before her, handing her the envelope she bad addressed to himself. "I return your stamps," he said, "and am very sorry I could not find your book, but I have inquired of everybody on the road and one day, when I was in Newfield, I went through all the coaches we have, as I was not sure wbat coach we had on that day." "Ob, I am sorry to have given you so much trouble," said she. 'It was no trouble," he replied. "I think some one must have seen you drop it, and picked it up and kept, as we can usually find and return articles left on tbe train."

He began to sort over a handful of tickets he bad taken, and Rosamond sat and eyed him critically, noting every detail of his personal appearance, and detecting, with her quick, keen apprehension, the careful refinement of a thor-ough-bred gentleman, even to tbe handBome and nicely kept finger nails. She longed to continue tbe conversation wion some pleasant, general remark, but an uncontrollable shyness held her tongue and at last he rose and went away, leaving Rosamond to sit aud muse upon tbe strong attraction which drew her toward this man, and the Btrange reluctance, equally strong, which she felt to making any perceptible advances. "I feel like a little bird," she thought, that tries to fly out at a plate glass window and finds itself held back by something which it oan neither see nor understand. I make up my mind beforehand just how I will treat Mr. Ingleside the next time I see him, and what I Will say to him, and I perfectly satisfy my pride and dignity, and all that, and. they make no objeotion to what I mean to do. Yet when I sit in tbe car, and see him coming, It is an actual impossibility for me to carry out my plans, aud I am utterly and entirely different from what I baa expected. I don't care—it's fun to watch myself and aee wbat I'll do."

It must not be supposed that Rosamond had lived through all this experience without a great deal of inward remonstrance. There was that in her nature (she could not quite detect whether it was her conscience or her pride) that protested most rigorously ajjpinst her yielding to such thoughts and fancies.

She had peremptorily stifled all theee protests, but at last they made her so uncomfortable that she decided to loek the matter squarely in the face, hear all these muffled voices, and "have it out with her alter ego." as she expressed ber Idea of self-examination. She set a certain night for the trial, and went to her room determined upon it. During all her preparations foe retiring, she was instinctively arranging ber plans for both attack and defense, and when all was ready she threw a warm wrapper around ber, and sat down before the mirror, leaning both arms on the drew-, ing table, and looking straight Into the honest blue eyes of the grave face before ber. "No, Alter Ego, wbat have you got to say was her inquiry.

Rosamond was accustomed to pretty distinct mental conversations, and a great part of the thoughts that now

yielding to a feeling

timent wholly unworthy of you/' began

her inward accuser. "It is beneath your dignity as a woman, and lowering your moral tone, to spend your time in fond and tender feelings toward a man you know absolutely nothing about, and who may be tbe worst Scamp tbst ever walked. How inexpressible would bo your shame if any one should know bow you have thought and dreamed of this fellow, and bow you have schemed and manoeuvred and spent money for tbe sake of seeing him! You are wasting the use of your mental powers In vain and foolish thoughts, when you might be employing them to some noble ana worthy purpose. If your common sense can't tell you, your woman's instinct ought to show you the shame of wbat you are doing. It is not as if you were a silly girl of sixteen. You are a woman now, and ought to know something of tbe btgb aims and purposes of life. Besides, you are plaving with edged tools take care lest, before you know it, your heart—"

But the prosecution ceuld get no further, for here the eager and indignant defense began "tieart! My heart has nothing to do with it. It is purely an affab of my Imagination, to which I yield free rein, for my own amusement. I know it is pretty poor entertainment, but I should like to know wbat I have that is better. I am lonely—horribly lonely—and unhappy. I have a bright and active mind. I love excitement, mental stimulus, whatever rouses and interests me. My taste has been carefally cultivated for the society of intelligent snd intellectual people. I love the companionship of my superiors—men and women with thoughts and ideas, and the power to express tbem. And here I am, shut up in the dullest and most stagnant of all country villages, where, outside my own family, there is not one person that I ever care to see again. I have no society, no excitement, no pleasant companionship of friends of my own age. Most people of my age, or any age, want excitement, and they take it, and nobody tbtnkB they are wasting their energy, or injuring their minds. And I want excitemeut, and there is nothing to give ft to me: so I must amuse myself as best I can. I am tied to cares and duties I hate, and my mind is worried and fretted and barrassed and I can't read Emerson's essays, and study German, for my sole relaxation. And if I've got a fertile and ingenions Imagination, and can find amusement in my own fancies, I ought to be thankful. I don't know what I should do this winter if it wasn't for the pleasure I take in thinking pf Mr. Ingleside. There is constant, wellbred friction between my step-mother and me—we can't get on together, and never shall and my sweet step-sister, Sally Merchant, I have to keep at arm's length, for if she wasn't afraid of me she would impose upon and annoy me and I am troubled and unhappy. And then you tell me I have no business to be unhappy, and that it Is wrong and I am tired to death thinking about myself, and if I hadn't something else that was absorbing to turn my mind to, I dou't know what would become of me. Mr. Ingleside is just a handsome aud convenient figure for me to weave fancies about I don't love him any more thau I love the man in the moon. I dare say if I were to know him I shouldn't like him. I presume be is a very oomtnon man, I never want to see him off a railway train. I would not meet htm socially and know him personally, If I could. I have had such smashes before, and know tbey don't amount to anything but they amune me as society and dressing and dancing and admiration amuse most girls, and wonld me if I bad tbem. My moral tone is not lowered. I shall do nothing in my acquaintance wit!a Mr. Ingleside to overstep the bounds of the most perfect propriety. I would scorn to flirt with him, and if he ever presumed upon tbe politeness I show him I would soen teach him his place. And I do not think it any proof that our secret thoughts are unworthy, because we do not want to have them known." "How abont treasuring up his latter so csrefully?" "Well, if you object to that particularly, I own It doesn't look quite right, and I'm perfectly willing to burn it up."

She reached for her desk, and took out the letter, opened and read It slowly and carefully, and then, with a sudden impulse of tenderness, softly laid it against ber oheek. "Don't that look like—" began her alter ego. "Yes, it does look like—but it isn't," was the quiok retort, as Rosamond snatched a match, and, striking it, kindled the corner of the sheet. She put it in the stove, with the envelope, and taking from ber drawer tbe remnant of a handkerchief, laid that in tbe flame and watched them burn with the satisfaction of one who yields everything to conscience, and humors its most frivolous demands. She heard a few more arguments on both sides, with the indifference of a judge who has already decided case, and then rendered a verdiot for the defendant without delay, giving herself full leave to amuse herself just as she pleased, wiped the tears from her cheeks, gayly kissed her band to the mirror, and went to bed.

After that, her alter ego was hot allowed to say a word, and sbe thought of the conductor almost constantly. Sbe reviewed all their past Intercourse, recalling its most trivial incidents, and looked forward to their next meeting, ins gluing it in a thousand different ways, and tanning wbat sbe would say to bim. he imagined him on his traio, going through his daily routine, and learned tbe hours on the time table, and kept all the cloaks by railway time that sbe might know just where to think of bim at any hour of tbe day and when tbe train went by. two miles to tbe east, she

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up to tier room, aad leaned out

at tbe window to listen for the whistle and the rolling of tbe wheels. The eastern horizon spoke to her of him. and she knew in just what direction to look, at any hour, and think hew as there, now at pne terminus, now at another, or somewhere along the road. Sbe named the cat after him, and lavished all tender epithets upon her "darling George." She even liked tbe smell of gas, wlien tbe eoal was put on the stove, because it reminded her of a locomotive. She wondered where he came from—what were his antecedents, his history, his Interests, and his friends. She kept her ear* open to bear what she oould about him, but never dared to ask, for fear of betraying too much interest. She sometimes heard him mentioned casually, and always with the warmest praise, by those who had traveled on the cars and noticed his courts»y and kindness but that was sli, "I presume father knows all about him,and could tell me everything I want to know," abe thought, "if I only dared to ask."

Sbe did not travel on the railway again that winter, but sbe bad glimpees of Mr. Ingleside oooasionolly in Bethel Plain, or when she drove to Wareham station to meet the train so she hoped he would not forget her, but consoled herself by thinking that if he did sbe would see him often next summer, and renew their acquaintance. She studied the map diligently to discover places of {Continued on Seventh Page,]

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HALBOF RKPRBSBOTATIVBS, IXDi^XAPOLrs, Ind., reb 15.1871.

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