Beadle's Dime Novels No. 14 — page 61: what you’re looking at

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ROSALIE’S CALCULATIONS. 59 “you know I love the summer fervor of this month--it suits me. I enjoy life the most fully, now—every moment is pre- cious. I’ve been in the thicket of roses down by the water. My dress has caught their kisses as I passed; but they are fly- ing, the roses are. They will soon be gone.” “ And then we must go, too.” ; “Ah! why can we not live in paradise forever, Why was. net this castle built in some clime of perpetual summer, near by to the fountain of truth, so that we could sip of its waters, and consider ourselves summer-guests forever—never to be disenchanted—never to come down to breakfast some morning, with a shiver, and hear the lord of the castle say—‘ we must fly! here is the breath of winter blighting us” Why is hap- piness, Paul, like this rose ?” and she scattered its leaves at his feet. Looking up at him with an air of delicious melancholy, as if she were thinking of the unsatisfactory character of earth, of infinity, and all the sad past and the remote future of love, of passion, of life, and death, and destiny, instead of ten thou- sand a year, a housekeeper, the new fashions and a new con- quest—looking up at him she saw, grasped conyulsively in his hand, that mysterious string of emeralds. It was that, then, she had seen him kiss, from her peeping- place behind the drapery of her window! A shadow, as if a cloud had passed over the sky, fell upon her.’ She was con- vinced that Pennon was in love, or had been, with some woman unknown to her. The conjectures upon the subject, when he first came to Lake George, returned to her mind with fresh power. . She felt that she had a rival—but was that rival alive or dead? Did Pennon mourn for some lost love con- signed to an early grave? She almost hoped so; for in that case, in time, she. might console him. While if this myste- rious rival were still alive to assert her claims, she was afraid her own chances as mistress of the castle, were narrow. If Pen- non had been a man of Noyse’s spirit, she would have satisfied her curiosity by asking him outright about the necklace; but she was afraid ef Pennon, who had a way of keeping people at a distance when he did not wish them to approach him. “Tf our pleasures could be like those emeralds,” she con- tinued after a moment, ‘ imperisaable, then—” . comicbooks.conmn