The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1874-08-06
CLARA MERCHANTS ROSES.


ne n said Miss Marchant as she turned
around from the open win dow Of her prett,
ittng room to greet a gentleman who va.
ntering the door. See my poor rose.
re all flying right and .efti"
Il beg your Eardon; let me help you,
all Mr.. Hunt, STOPPING to coIlec: the love
J blossoms Of a climbing rose which had
ut been gathered.
But they are all going up town to
.aay Nerriman's." explained Miss Mar.
hant, = to deck her rooms for the ball.
d. dear, should like to 90 with them.
70, should not! Stupid things balls ere
~ Jet MIR Hunt, let me tell you in conf
-n:e ! fele terribly dull down here
Strange words to come from the lip, 0
liss Clara Marclant, the rich stockhold-
rs daughter and sole heiress, Of the beau-
|fu house and grounds called Barton
ywers, which ..ld lately been purchased
Mr.. Narchanl. Strange, but true, she
a. iull. The routine to which she la /
cen accustomed for the last five years OF
all and party, dinner and drive, had been
sinrbed by tie move from London to the
guntrv, which had Leen rendered neces
aIy by her father. failing health.
" Come, Mr.. Hunt" she sail, Cayly,
you tell us in the pulpit not to be d.aeon-
nted with our lives. but to make tie hes.
them; now, do tell me what [ ought to
%. | have lived quarter of century,
nd yet have not found out for myself.
have only one duty-looking after my
.ther but most part Of the day he pref rs
5 valet 10 me, so | have a great deal Of
me in which to make myself unhappy
Miss MarchaLt spoke lightly, but there
'a- an air Of truth about her words, and
lr. Hunt, the good clergyman, felt sorry
Jr hrr.
81 can't teach-chilIren worry me I
out ike dirty houses, aud | never gave
way tract in my iiic," cor tinued Miss
larchant $50, don't ask me to DO any Of
h.s5 th.a-s."
Let ,me. hell you to put up those aow
RI, said Mr.. Hunt, ard fer 1. few minutes
he two were busy laying the keaetlfel roses
o soft beds of cotton wool.
Pity they should wi;her in Lady Mer-
imam 5, hot room " said Clara larohant;
: hat alter all, it is better than to leave
hem holding tIr If Aeais off in my garden,
With no one to smell them Or admire them. "
:" l quite agree with you," SAL Mr..
Iunt, laughing. And now my have
me for my pains +"
And he chose lovely nearly blown
Gloire de D.jou."
Oh, yes, but not that it IS too widely
rrcnei for your button hole Here is II
little beauty this, =ald Mass Mar
,h-nt.
Il hold to my first choice" said Mr.
hat; q" It is not for my button hole, buc
Of one of my sick people"
!" Oh, sick said Cara Marchaut, con
'iderin&. By the way, | suppose in the
,ountry they expect certain amount Of
oup ana kitchen physic isom .she great
,ou-c, dou't they? Wei, YOU must tell
ne aud viii speak to TIE Lousckecper
AIN new to the work she added, smiling
- You are veLy kind, said Mr.. Ilunt
: vii, come to you when such things are
rccdcl. Wrie You going out ] was go
NJ to ask your permission TO cross the
trubberics to the lower woods; it Will
save me- half a milo"
. will come with you! said Miss Mar
,hant
md the two set out on their walk.
n. Hunt STOPPED e.. last at 4 tiny
J A~c by the roa isile, gltside Inc grounds
60 Here 70 in, he SAIL. Good by"
No: yeu promised ta come back and
,dvi-e me about tue f,rneries," said Miss
Nlacchant. q l viii sit on this low wall
md wait To- you. suppose yau have
some sick old woman there
Mr.. Hunt smiled and left her. When
ne came out Of, the cottage he was accon-
PANIED by a young man-quite young but
plteous to look "Ton. since he bore in his
face the sure sign o. cq,4ipc death It
might be near, 1T might he far, but it mast
come.
Mss Marchan5 will excuse my asking
a favor for you" said Mr.. Hunt, looking
frcm ore to the other; 'sbut it would be
:, great thing for my friend, Mr. Lawrence,
to have permission to rest in your schrub-
berries this hot weather; he has to thank
you Tor tie rose
Oh, no, said Miss Msrchant, hastily
that is noshingsi And please, whenever
You Ike to, come in ,here-tte garden, too.
oouji You get 80 far
The young man smiled and thanked her
he feared be Was but a poor walker, but lib
crty to enter the grounds would be great
boon.
re snoke so we'll that Clara turned t.
Mr.. Hunt, as they parted. to ask his his
tory.
"Just poor clerk out of Milfeld dying
9f consumption" said the Clergyman
We have many such. here; the ar as con
sidered COED, ard they send them cut to a
generally to die, though
/" Could | net DO something fer him
she osusiuued q woald better advice saw
him? y
Nothing viii sare lin, said Mr.. Hunt
"you coald please aim, though, by now an
.hcn en3ing him a few flowers"
. Oh, thank you indeed l vii " sal
Miss M-rotant, heartily. ''And iruit
might ! -? Would he be yexed ?"
:" / am sure he would not. But suppos
some day you look in en- his mother
simple laiY-like person, who is devoted t
MIN. l. is too far for Mrs Hum to wall
asi the poor soul sadly needs sympath
Now for the feruery"
Bat Clara could 10. think Of her fern
the patient, suffering face of the eonsueI
tive man haunted her.
She ordered basket Of the finest st-a'
berries to be gathered for him, and we
herself to the gardner to order bcautii
N,,nar for 10 p,n,rov