Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1865-05-10

marx was faVOrlbe, JnaB handsome, gen
erous boyl She did not want to see the
throng around him, as she knew why
they would to pity him and blame her.
The lovely little girl ran off as fast as
she could 60, and at last, satdown to rest
under great pine tree that grew on the
hiH. The cold winter air somehow
soothed her flushed little face. But she
felt unhappy. It wasn't quite SO fine to
be number one after all. Poor Mark,
how disappointed he looked She al
most wished he hadn't missed. It was
good enough for him though He
thought girls didn't know anything
Rosa's cheeks flushed at the thought,
and she looked very angry.
Just then, voice spoke, right by her
side, " You can't be number one to-mor-
row; any way, Miss. The master says
I ought to have had another trial"
"Just as the A. B. c. class does )
poor little fellowl So he should have
another trial !" drawled Rosa.
"You are hateful girl" cried Mark,
with angry eyes "yOu are hOrrid home
| ly and dreadful mean, and nobody likes
you"
Rosa could not bear this. She sprang
to her feet and tried to strike the boys
handsome face. He was too tall by far
for her to reach. She seized her slate
then, flung it with all her strength against
him, and ran away. Mark turned white
with rage, but he was too chivalrous to
return the blow. He rushed home in a
passion, burst open the kitchen door,
and cried, go, mother, wish Rosa Nc
Gilvere was a boy, SO 1 could give her a
good thrashing /"
The angry children little thought how
many years would pass before they
would meet under the old pine again
That night Rosa was sent to live in
another town near by. Better days
dawned for the orphan girl Her new
found aunt, with whom she was to live,
was a gentle Christian woman. She, Of
all others, was the one to tame the un-
governable child, and develop her lowell
ness.
When Rosa next saw Glynton, she was
a young lady of eighteen. Her grand
mother, who lived in the old village, was
i'll and sent for her. With careful nurs-
ing the old lady recovered, and Rosa de-
termined to return to her good aunt's.-
How differently she felt about leaving
Glynton this time Before, she was like
the /" Miller of Mansfield" Now she
was so lovely and gentle that she was a
universal favorite. She was beset with
invitations from the villagers. "This is
my last day in Clynton," said she, one
morning, Where shall 1 go this after
noon? Here's an invitation to a picnic
on the beach, and there's the ride to
Cherry Valley, and here's dear Mrs.
Thurston's little note, asking me to take
tea with her. I'll go there. I fear she
has never quite forgiven me for treating
Mark so shamefully, when I was little
Now that he has been at sea SO long, his
mother adores him more than ever. I
I must try to have her think better of
me-"
Rosa had the consolation of knowing
that Mrs. Thurstou did think better of
her. That evening as they sat in the
garden summer-house, the old lady said
kindly, My dear Rosa, do you know
how you are changed2 You used to be
the torment of the whole village. Don't
look Sc sOrrOwful, deari You know that
you are comfort to every one that
knows you now. wonder what Mark
would say if he could see this little girl
that struck him once ?"
There was a rustic among the honey
suokle vines that shaded the summer
house, but why should Mrs. Thurston
and Rosa suspect anything but humming-
birds? They did not know that the
q" Clanmarina" had arrived in New York.
Mark himself was standing without,
looking with wondering eyes at the
young lady beside his mother. "Can
she be Rosa McGilverie ?" he thought.
"That snarl of hair changed to lovely
curls, those wicked eyes, so sweet and
dark, that ugly child transformed to a
beauty!"
I cant begin to tell you of all that
was said and done when Mark raised the
vines and exclaimed, in his old, merry
voice, "Good evening, ladies'. Neither
do I know just how Rosa asked forgive
ness of the young captain as they walked
that night down the hill, past the old
pine, to her grandmOther's cottage. I
imagine Mark forgave her. But of this
I am sure. all summer Workmen we're
busy upon a new ship. It was built all
! of Glynton timber, and the great pine on