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Coming Home
Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

had just begun to feel that perhaps this cousin, despite his faults, 

might yet become the hero that he sometimes looked, and the 

thought that she might be his inspiration was growing sweet to her, 

although she had not entertained it until very lately. Alas, how 

short the tender dream had been, how rude the awakening! How 

impossible it would be ever again to surround that fallen figure 

with all the romance of an innocent fancy or gift it with the high 

attributes beloved by a noble nature! 


Breathing heavily in the sudden sleep that kindly brought a brief 

oblivion of himself, he lay with flushed cheeks, disordered hair, 

and at his feet the little rose that never would be fresh and fair 

again a pitiful contrast now to the brave, blithe young man who 

went so gaily out that morning to be so ignominiously overthrown 

at night. 


Many girls would have made light of a trespass so readily forgiven 

by the world, but Rose had not yet learned to offer temptation with 

a smile and shut her eyes to the weakness that makes a man a 

brute. It always grieved or disgusted her to see it in others, and 

now it was very terrible to have it brought so near not in its worst 

form, by any means, but bad enough to wring her heart with shame 

and sorrow and fill her mind with dark forebodings for the future. 

So she could only sit mourning for the Charlie that might have 

been while watching the Charlie that was with an ache in her heart 

which found no relief till, putting her hands there as if to ease the 

pain, they touched the pansies, faded but still showing gold among 

the somber purple, and then two great tears dropped on them as 

she sighed: "Ah, me! I do need heart's-ease sooner than I thought!" 


Her uncle's step made her spring up and unlock the door, showing 

him such an altered face that he stopped short, ejaculating in 

dismay, "Good heavens, child! What's the matter?" adding, as she 

pointed to the sofa in pathetic silence, "Is he hurt? ill? dead?" 


"No, Uncle, he is--" She could not utter the ugly word but 

whispered with a sob in her throat, "Be kind to him," and fled 

away to her own room, feeling as if a great disgrace had fallen on 

the house. 

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