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Updated: June 24, 2025
The Vanes are queer and no mistake," remarked Bordine, to a young lady of his acquaintance, living in an adjoining town. Rose Alstine was plain and sensible, and took no offense at her lover's referring to Miss Vane. Why should she? She knew that genial August Bordine was true as steel and generous and sympathetic to a fault.
"I always warned you not to look so high," proceeded the old lady, with arms akimbo, regarding her son. "Not that I consider Rose Alstine high only in money matters, but such girls are always heartless." Then she went back to her work leaving the young man to fight out his grief as best he could alone.
Then, with a great sobbing cry, Rose Alstine turned and fled from the place, dropping her veil to hide the haggard woe that reveled on her countenance. Slowly Barkswell come back into the presence of his wife. "And it is thus you would betray me," he said in an angry tone. "Iris, I am sorry that you are determined to ruin me." "Ruin you?" "That is the word."
"Misjudge you?" "Yes; I repeat it, you misjudge me, Rose Alstine." For some moments she did not speak. Then, of a sudden, she made a movement as if to enter the place where this man's wife sat bowed and weeping. He put out his hand. "Do not go in there." "Stand aside, sir." She pushed her way forward in spite of his interference, and stood confronting the woman in the summer-house.
Usually Rose received him in person, thus doing away with the ceremony of servants. She was not expecting him. This of course accounted for her not coming at once to meet him. Ten minutes passed, and then the maid returned. August looked up, expecting to see the smiling face of Rose. "Miss Alstine can't receive visitors." "Is she ill?" questioned the young man in sudden alarm.
Two days passed with no solution of the mystery. And during the time August Bordine did not come to the Alstine house. For this there was good reason. He was not yet able to move about comfortably on account of his hurt.
Then he called the dog, unfastened the tin box and opened it, displaying Yankee notions in abundance. But Miss Alstine wanted none of these. Janet and the maid, however, seemed quite pleased with the display, and examined everything in the box, while Rose petted the dog, a shaggy, good-natured fellow.
No wonder Rose Alstine was dismayed. How had the robber gained entrance to her room? An examination of the windows, in fact all openings to the house, proved them intact, and yet the fact remained that the robbery had been committed. Miss Alstine sent word to the chief of police, who came at once, looked over the premises, and promised to use every effort to discover the burglar.
He had been far-seeing enough to readjust his wig, and a moment later an elderly gentleman walked from the rear of the house and gained the street without molestation. Then Miss Alstine walked back to the door, turned the key and admitted two men wearing the police uniform. "Quick! Don't let the villain escape!" "What does this mean?" demanded Rose, quickly. "Where is the man you had in here?"
In the following year the Van Alstine mansion was pillaged by the Indians, and although the house was completely stripped of furniture and provisions and clothing, none of the family were killed or carried away as prisoners. The Indians came upon them by surprise, entered the house without ceremony, and plundered and destroyed everything in their way. "Mrs.
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