Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 22: what you’re looking at

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THE DELMAR SISTERS. 13 and all my gowns fit me like gloves. Why, I shall be sim- ply disgusted if my pink silk isn’t fully described in the New York newspapers.”’ ) ‘‘And you’ve all poor mamma’s jewels,’’ suggested Rose, thoughtfully. | ‘Yes, I’ve mamma’s jewels—at least, what there are left of them. How foolish she was to part with them! She had such a lot.”’ ‘‘But it was necessary, darling, when papa lost his fort- une. We might be beggars to-day if she had had any false pride about matters of that kind. I often think how hard it must have been for them to leave their lovely Southern home and settle down in an insignificant little place like Wallford, after having enjoyed so much. Mamma suffered terribly, too, I know. Many atime I’ve seen her crying, when you were a child. I’m sure it killed her, the priva- tion and all that; she was so unused to hardships. Papa was different, for although he, too, suffered keenly, he never spoke of his troubles. You remember how fast his hair turned white, don’t you? Most people thought that it was because mamma was an invalid so long, butI feel sure he died of a broken heart.”’ ‘‘Papa was very rich before the war, wasn’t he, Rose?’’ asked Florence, suddenly. ‘Yes, They say mamma had every possible wish grati- fied.’’ Florence heaved a deep-drawn sigh. ‘‘How I wish,’’ she began, enviously, ‘‘we had lived in those days of luxury and plenty, instead of now. Poverty is so horrible, so disgraceful—no, no!’’ she exclaimed, in- terrupting herself as she caught the grieved look on the other’s face, ‘‘pray, pray don’t misunderstand me, dearest, (C() im