Stella Rosevelt — page 39: what you’re looking at

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THE YOUNG STRANGER. ae She took it, noticing the exquisitely carved stone as she did so, and pinned her shawl closely once more. When he saw that she was as comfortable as he peat make her, he stepped back a pace or two, and drawing a card from a pocket, wrote something upon it, and then passed it to Mr. Rosevelt, saying, with a frank smile: ‘‘T presume you think it is high time that I] introduced my- self; pardon my neglect upon that point.” The old gentleman took the card and read the name: ‘¢ Archibald Sherbrooke. ” He bent a searching look upon the young man’s face fora moment, but the frank, honest eyes met his with such a genial expression that he could not harbor a doubt of him, and he said, cordially: ‘Thank you, Mr. Sherbrooke; I am glad to know your name. Mine is Rosevelt—Jacob Rosevelt-—and this young lady allow me to introduce as Miss Star Gladstone,” he concluded, turning with a smile to Star. Mr. Sherbrooke bowed to Miss Gladstone and raised his cap in the most gallant manner; while Star, thinking what a nice- sounding name Sherbrooke was, and what a nice-looking man its owner was, acknowledged his salutation with a charming smile and blush. The trio soon. fell into an easy chat, which lasted more than an hour, while the young girl grew more and more like herself. Several times she forgot that she was weak or had been ill, in listening to the gay things to which her new acquaintance gave utterance, and she indulged in a hearty, joyous laugh, her face dimpling and flashing, her eyes gleaming, her golden hair fluttering about her white forehead, until young Sherbrooke thought her the loveliest girl he had ever seen. He dingered long by her side, looking into her face with earnest, honest, admiring eyes, listening to her clear, sweet tones, and exerting himself to make himself agreeable to her; EomichookssGco