The weekly Oskaloosa herald. [volume] (Oskaloosa, Iowa) 1855-1885, 1872-10-03

paid the rent out of his own purse.
Now, as he recalled all these things
and realized that on such founda-
ton so much of the splendor and
beauty of this girl before him had
been created, he wondered at him
self to think that he loved her so pas.
sionately-he, her fathers clerk, not
thought dangerous enough to be
kept out of the way And then he
said, as if in answer Her splendor,
her luxury, her toilet-yes, all Great
ed out of such suffering and sorrow ;
but her grace and beauty, and lovely
soul-they were her own, herself.
And it,was they that he loved, that
he would serve in silence forever,
and die if need be. And then he
wondered if these gallants, drinking
wine with Rose, had read the even
ing paper that he had seen Mr.. Marks
reading, and grinding oaths between
his teeth as he read. Mr.. Marks had
disappeared into his own room d.
rectly atterward and when he came
out had walked up and down the ve-
randa with himself, his head on his
breast, and the evening paper still
clasped in his hands behind him,
speaking to nobody till he came, just
before the gong sounded. and ex.
changed again dozen strong SEN
fences with himself. Dunlap ques-
toned whether, if any of them knew
what those dozen strong sentences
were, they would still be pledging
Rose, and sending their love-glances
across the brim of their glasses. For
now,t the edge Of appetite being blunt
ed, one and another had some word
to say to Mr.. Marks about that even
ing paper.
Not the most welcome newspaper
to day, Mr.. Marks, was it p exclaim.
ed Mr.. Farren. "A very annoying
affair to you! Disgusting remarks,
too! Journalism has reached a point
where muzzling is too good for it.
Was your loss serious p
Il was quite fully insured said Mr..
MARKS, gFinIJ.
THAT is Fortunate said Lawrence
Burbrldge, 'tor it was one Of the &C.
cidents not to be foreseen. In fact,
/ don't know how the burning of a
tenement house is to be helped. !
should think it was to be calculated
upon with nearly as much certainty
as the return of Encke's comet. Mum.
Der of lives lost, l see. Sad, but the
stupid creatures were heavy with
drink, l suppose
Poor things Oh, poor things =
cried Rose, as she bent forward to
listen, over her suspended ice.
Il don't know said Mrs. Bur-
bridge from the opposite chair, with
her icy blandness, as they all made
their excuses for the millionaire.
IF they had lived, they had SO
much to suffer; and, as it is, they
have made short and swift exit,
and are we'll over their trouble. l
always hesitate to say whether am
glad or sorry at such things. Peo-
pie as poor as thai sort Of vermin,
you know; and certainly fire is a
great purifier. And then nobody is
particularly to blame, I suppose
Pardon, madam. One person was
to blame. Perhaps his sin was no
more than avarice or thoughtfulness;
but it was his duty to see that his
a. ents obeyed orders. And dozen
lives would have been saved, &C.
cording to the newspaper, if the fire.
escape had been in order on my
house.
your house, paps?' cried Rose
And her eyes opened wide with &
sudden terror, the color torsook hel
lovely face, her lips trembled, and
she would have risen from the table
and run from the room before one OF
all the ready escorts there could
reach her but for Mr.. Dunlap's voice
at her side, with a ring of authority
in it she had never before heard.
Miss Rose,' he said, and said SO
that she heard him through all the
noise of the ether voices echoing
with question and answer around her
sDo not add to this trouble 1t il
great enough without your agitation
Comfort him, if you can!' She turn
ed and gazed Mr.. Dunlap in the face
The look there treasured her, per
haps-stilled her, at any rate. II
was not the look of admiration and
adulation that she knew 80 we'll in
other eyes, it was that of some one
stronger than she and able to help
As she saw it, something within hel
consciousness, like that last stroke o.
nature in the setting of a crystal
added that look to the sum of many
things-the gentle deeds, the con
slant observances, the unobtrusivt
care, the protecting shield, the fea1
lest she should lose it all, the knowl
edge that it was precious and al
at once it was that Rose Marks rec
ognized her master. 1t was only one
OF the infinitesimal fractions of time
in which we sometimes feel as if W.
recalled all another life that we have
lived and then, with a smile de
stroying that shadow Of horror ani
sadness on her face, she turned bacl
to her father, crying: ooh, papa
We must give our lives to make i
up to those who were spared !!
THAT we WILL cried her father
slowly, and went on with his dinner
for his mind had been decided as t,
his future conduct this hour or more
and he needed something to supper
him through his resolution. 1t hat
taken such fash of lightning t,
open his eyes, perhaps !; but nov
they were open indeed. And whel
dinner was over, he waited upol
Rose himself upstairs to his owl
parlor.
Mr.. Dunlap stood at the foot of tn
stairs when she came down again,
little after 8. She was very pale, ant
her eyes were dim, for she had beef
crying but she looked lovelier t,
him than when all her lusters ant
colors were about her, for a ne7
emotion, look Of womanliness, ha.
been kindled on her face, that height
ened and deepened the expression o
eveay other feeling there.
AS she fingered on the last ste]
but one, Lawrence Burbridge cam
up, and asked her to pin the rosebu,
on his lapel. And, as she did so
he bent to kiss the little fingertip, 70
Mr.. Dunlap was picking up flowe
she had dropped upon the floor; bu
with quick flush, she snatched tn
hand away, though she laughed.