Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 32: what you’re looking at

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“ARTAUR AND I HAVE PARTED }” 23 CHAPTER III. ‘‘ARTHUR AND I HAVE PARTED!’’ Two days later, when Florence and her trunks had been carefully stowed away in the stage-coach which was to take her to the place where she could take the train bound for New York, a feeling of deep depression took possession of Rose. She leaned back on the clumsily cushioned back of the old hack which had taken them to the station and sighed. Snow had fallen during the night, but it had turned into a fine, soaking rain. The rude country road was a mass of slush and mud, through which the old horse had difficulty to make his way. On either side stretched meadows cov- ered with a mantle of unbroken white, except where the low, wooden fences divided one farmer’s property from an- other’s. “Tt is forlorn enough,’’ she murmured, “‘there is no doubt of that, ‘‘and I can’t blame Florence for tiring of it all. She is so bright and gay it’s tut natural she should wish to go where she is appreciated, and she’s so unlike any of these. How dull I shall be without her, but it would be selfish of me tolet her know how sorely I shall miss her.”’ A long letter came the next evening, full of Florence’s plans and engagements. She and Dolly were going toa ball that night and to a dinner and theater party the next. Dolly was as charming as ever, and Arthur had already called. Her happiness, however, was not complete, she do- Gomicbookssco im