Stella Rosevelt — page 143: what you’re looking at

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“LET ME DEPICT YOUR FUTURE.” 137 He arose and went over to the easel, and removing the cloth, stood looking at the lovely girl with a world of affection in his handsome eyes. | | | ‘*My glory-crowned Star,” he murmured, ‘‘I began to love you the moment that you fell exhausted into my arms when you were rescued from the hungry jaws of death, and I will spend my life in winning you if need be. 1 have seen no other woman your equal during all my sojourn in America—at least, no one who has so moved my heart—and I know of no one in ‘all England whom I should care to win for my bride. ‘«Star Gladstone! It is a name symbolical of her nature,” he said, unconsciously repeating what Mr. Rosevelt had once told her, ‘‘or I am no adept in reading character. She will crown my life with light, and bring gladness and beauty into my home, if I can win her; and I think Iam not mistaken in believing that I read the sequel to my own love-story to-day in her blushing face and shy, drooping eyes.” Saturday came, and at an early hour Star awoke and arose to see what the morning promised, and to prepare for the antici- pated pleasure of the day. The sun rolled up from the east without a cloud, its light, a dusky red, tinging all the earth with a rosy hue—a sure har- binger of a hot, dry day, and just what Star of all things most desired. ‘‘ Why?” does curiosity question. Because her one best dress for summer had been a simple white lawn, which her own fair hands had fashioned in the most dainty manner, and she had nothing else really pretty to wear. “If I cannot have embroideries and laces, I can at least have ruffles and tucks, for they cost nothing but time and patience,” she had said to Miss Baker, when the question ‘‘ how it should ‘be trimmed” came up for discussion ; and ruffled and tucked-it was in the most artistic manner. (EONNIENCKC) KS 4(EC)