The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1873-10-23
ONLY A ROSE.

She stood at corner and held ou. H.I
| dover, but 10 seemed that uo ono decided
Ier. At last she gathered courage enough O..
| ouch one of the Indies who passed. aua .#I.
Buy rose, lady buy ru..H T.,a-.
,uy a rose p But the lady hurried aa a-
/ the rest had
It would not do 60 stand siI AUHeu.
| walked ON slowly. Whenever shoe caught .
! pleasant eye SHE held uut Der UuE U.#U..
ana repeated her prayer Euy q n-o .as
! q rose p. but the sun Wa- settling. and ...
was opposite st. Paul'- lul still ua uu. N.I
/ bought her flower.
She was growing desperate hy u.- tm..
/ some one should buy b. Jane should have
| bread that night
Buy "a ro-cg Sect book al tl -.
now pretty IL tst' She eu,d iu GO voice.
-harpcued 10y hunger and sorrow. Look.
! on don't look az it, or you'd buy it."
These street bcgcars should Boz uu.
pressed W said the stout man -ho bad a..
dressed. " Young woman, nm give you md
charge it you don't behave hour-rIf'
d" He don't know hc don't know" Said
Millccnt 10 herself Nobody could guess
now poor We are O, what hard. harI
world 2"
Then she went ON, not daring to speak
again; and her rose dropped a little boz hcr
fingers, and still no one seemed disposed tl
buy IT,
In her excitement she had walked farther
than she knew. Despair seized upon MILF
cent. She sank down upon % bench and
began 10 weep bitterly
The twilight was deepening She was HI
from home and little Jane. She was faint
with WEAKNESS and hunger Beyond thr
present moment all seemed am utter blank tu
her. She covered her face with her bands.
the rose dropped into her lap UNDECIDED
She cared for il no more Fate was so much
against her that no one would even buy
beautiful flower like that from hCr
There were steps; she needed them not.
There were voices IL mattercd not to her,
Suddenly some one said, " What bC8ur|.
full rose"
And the words caught her ear She look.
ed up. Three or four sca-mriug men, wiiH
bundles in their hands, were passing hE
fresh from the docks, evidently cmbrUWuuI
with sun and wind, and with the ships roll
still in their gait.
Sailors were always generous One of
these would buy the flower She held DC
out.
" Buy il, please" She whispered family
Please buy this rose
"Pm glad to get IT,, said q stout elderly
man, in a kindly voice, " hat I- th.
price, my lass? viii that do|
He tossed three or four fDroigul1OkIug SOL
yer pieces into her lap. and took tho flower
Then, looking AZ her very closely, De- apuk.
again. What is the matter, lass2 Buu
be afraid to tell me- ] had little cal of mF
own once. she's dead now. Tell mc-clu
help your
Millicent looked mp. The mans face oa.
half hidden in his lat, and Doe wu stputDr
and graycr than her father had been but
she fancicd a likeness.
" You have helped me, sir,' She said.
no. Id.
My father WAS a sailor, too, and hc was .HIN.
wrecked
"Its a sailors fate, said thc man. "I.
time you were getting home. la-s This .E
is no place for young girl 10 br but iu all.r
night But just wait A sailors orphan
has a claim on "a sailor, and nay poor If.|H
Mlliicent would be about your age had sa.
lived"
"NHliccnt" screamed the girl "O.mg
name is MIlliccnt! I'm frightened auu
know what TO think. You look llke hH..
you. I'm Millicent Blair j. 10 dream
It can't be true. IT can't br lather" Eu.
the next instant lac had her BOO bis arms. HnI
she knew that the sea- bad given hIm HN..
10 her
Wrecked with the vessel but n1D Ig.. h.
had been cast upon desert island, "n.nu.
he escaped, after three weary ycu-. only ..
find his little home empty.
lie WIDOW uhl lrII NtI IlIII' 'f..- ..
earn her living in town, and thu news al u.r
death had been carried back tN har "."
home by some one who bad been iu London
when she died, and who Lad either Hatl ..
imagined that be- heard that h.r children
were dead also. And the Same was told U
Roger Blair by kindly people who believed
il thoroughly, and he bad borne ita- bn-r 0.
could, and had sailed the -ou again, a weary.
heart-broken man.
lie had not found an Dis treasure 0lI
that some were spared wns more tHHH ..
ever hoped and the meeting between .a'..
or and daughter was like that between iHH
arisen from the dead.
And 50 the ro-c-bu-h bad done more ..r
Milliccnt than She could have dreamed aEI
10 this day il the most cherished treasure H
the little home where the old man lives H.tH
his two daughters; and when, once month
its blossoms fill the air with their fragrance.
they crowd about it rs about the shrine of
some sainted thing, and whisper bat ."T
this we should be parted FHlbvg 1H.
rance.