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Old Friends with New Faces
Miss Campbell
Thorns Among the Roses
Prince Charming
Polishing Mac
Phebe
Breakers Ahead
New Year's Calls
The Sad and Sober Part
Small Temptations
At Kitty's Ball
Both Sides
Aunt Clara's Plan
Alas for Charlie!
Good Works
Among the Haycocks
Which Was It?
Behind the Fountain
What Mac Did
How Phebe Earned Her Welcome
Short and Sweet

Chapter 4 THORNS AMONG THE ROSES

 

 

For a time everything went smoothly, and Rose was a happy girl. 

The world seemed a beautiful and friendly place, and fulfillment 

of her brightest dreams appeared to be a possibility. Of course this 

could not last, and disappointment was inevitable, because young 

eyes look for a Paradise and weep when they find a workaday 

world which seems full of care and trouble till one learns to 

gladden and glorify it with high thoughts and holy living. 

 

Those who loved her waited anxiously for the disillusion which 

must come in spite of all their cherishing, for till now Rose had 

been so busy with her studies, travels, and home duties that she 

knew very little of the triumphs, trials, and temptations of 

fashionable life. Birth and fortune placed her where she could not 

well escape some of them, and Dr. Alec, knowing that experience 

is the best teacher, wisely left her to learn this lesson as she must 

many another, devoutly hoping that it would not be a hard one. 

 

October and November passed rapidly, and Christmas was at hand, 

with all its merry mysteries, home gatherings, and good wishes. 

 

Rose sat in her own little sanctum, opening from the parlor, busily 

preparing gifts for the dear five hundred friends who seemed to 

grow fonder and fonder as the holidays drew near. The drawers of 

her commode stood open, giving glimpses of dainty trifles, which 

she was tying up with bright ribbons. 

 

A young girl's face at such moments is apt to be a happy one, but 

Rose's was very grave as she worked, and now and then she threw 

a parcel into the drawer with a careless toss, as if no love made the 

gift precious. So unusual was this expression that it struck Dr. Alec 

as he came in and brought an anxious look to his eyes, for any 

cloud on that other countenance dropped its shadow over his. 

 

"Can you spare a minute from your pretty work to take a stitch in 

my old glove?" he asked, coming up to the table strewn with 

ribbon, lace, and colored papers. 

 

"Yes, Uncle, as many as you please." 

 

The face brightened with sudden sunshine; both hands were put 

out to receive the shabby driving glove, and the voice was full of 


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