Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1874-07-23

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said Miss Marchant; Il will sit OF
this low wall and wait for you.
suppose you have some sick old wo
man there?'
Mr.. Hunt smiled and left her
When he came out of the cottage he
was accompanied by young man
quite young but piteous to look upon
since he bore in his face the sure
sign of coming death. 1t might be
near, it might be far, but it must
come.
"Miss Marchant will excuse my
asking a favor for you," said Mr.
Hunt, looking from one to the other;
''but it would be a great thing for my
friend, Mr.. Lawrence, to have per-
mission to rest in your shrubberies
this hot weather; he has to thank
you for the rose."
''0h, no." said Miss Marchant,
hastily; ''that's nothing. And, please,
whenever you like to, come in there
the garden too. Could you get so
far?"
The young man smiled and thank
ed her; he feared he was but a poor
walker, but liberty to enter her
grounds would be great boon.
He spoke so well that Clara turn
ed to Mr.. Hunt, as they parted, to
ask his history.
"Just poor clerk out of Millfeld,
dying of consumption" said the
clergyman. 1--WE have many such
here: the air is considered good, and
they send them out to us-generally
to die, though"
s'Could l not do something for
him? she continued; would better
advice save him?''
Nothing will save him. said Mr..
Hunt; ''you could please him, though,
by now and then sending him few
flowers" tf.sr ,F!
''Oh, thank you! indeed 1 willp'
said Miss Marchant heartily. "And
fruit, might L? Would he be vexed?"
Il am sure he would not. But
suppose, some day, you look in on his
mother-a simple, lady-like person,
who is devoted to him. 1t is too far
for Mrs. Hunt to walk, and the poor
soul sadly needs sympathy. Now
forthe fernery.'' i.9. ..I.
But Clara could not think of her
ferns; the patient, suffering face of
the consumptive man haunted her.
She ordered basket of the finest
strawberries to be gathered for him,
and went herself to the gardener to
order a beautiful boquet for to-mor-
row.
''P shall make appoint calling on
Mrs. Lawrence" she said, as Mr..
Hunt left.
There was no fear now that this
poor sufferer would need such solace
rs gay flowers, ripe fruits and kind
sympathy could furnish him. Clara
Marchant was a good friend when
her interest was really aroused in any
1ne and Mrs. Lawrence and her sick
son were eager in praise of the mis-
5ress of Barton Towers.
"YOur roses have given such pleas
IRE at the Wood cottage" said Mr..
Hunt one day, 'that must ask you
'or a few more; white this time.
Farmer Mays only child, little girl
IF five, has died suddenly of Group,
md | want some flowers to put
lround her."
sLet me make a wreath" said
Clara, eagerly. 81 know the way, l
could take it to the farm this evening.
remember the pretty little girl who
lsed to stand at the gate. What a
grief for her parents"
'They are heartbroken," said Mr..
Hunt; "and yet little sympathy |
comforts them"
So in the light of the evening Miss
Marchant went up to the farmhouse
aden with white blossoms, a rosebud
wreath crOwning her basket.
go up, will your said the sob
,ing farm girl. And Clara went up
he stairs into the room where the
hid lay.
The father and mother, plain
country people, looked up on her en-
rance and tried to thank her.
'She was all we had," said the mo-
her plaintively.
Clara stopped and kissed the pretty,
White face, and laid the rose wreath
'ver her fair hair.
81 am so sorry for your was all
he could find to say, but it was
Iuiet enough, and then she sat down
nd heard from poor Mrs. May the
ad, oft-repeated tale of the sudden
llness and its fatal ending.
Miss Marchant's name was beloved
t the farm from that sad evening.
The time Of roses was drawing to
close when Mr.. Hunt and Miss
Iarchant next met in her pretty gar
len.
"You must exhibit at Millfield
ower-show next Saturday" said Mr..
Iunt, pausing by a standard rose.
This bud will be perfect then, judg
ng by the open flower near"
''That bud will be a gen." said
lara, decidedly; "but it shall not go
0 that dirty, smoky Millfeld; 1 have
it to young Lawrence; it is
he new rose, you know, and he was
rose-fancier in his day, poor fel-
Dwr'
Cant you make it answer both
said Mr.. Hunt. ''Send it
0 the show, where it will certainly
axe the first prize, and then give it
0 him."
81 must ask his leave" said Clara.
But why should l patronize the
lillfield showr'
because it is your duty" said Mr..
Iunt; '.you are one of the great folks
ound, and you should encourage the
fillfeld folk in such a wholesome
as gardening"