The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1875-01-09

Tender or romantic side, though he knew her
to be companionable and even sympu.he.'o,
and with something in her ali, Il tone III ncl
voice. that brought up the image oi ian
woman he had loved long ago a,o,a
sIt was when | was barely twenty-five, sue
continued / ought tohave outgroWn l. anu
him by this time; but I'm aira'd I'm ho'
strong. minded. There shall pore yoa 10
death Mr.. Royburne-there are some loiNs
who have no mercy on listener; out soihc
how felt like talking about myself tonight
And feel like hearing about yourself TO-
nirbt Prv 20 on a love affairs are like an All
of Mozart, always sweet to listen to-
Mine wasn't sweet to live through, prom
isc Won. Yon see, I'd been left alone in the
world with trfe of money, not enough to
keep me without work that is to say, there
twas Aunt IIuldah, rich and alive, but ia no
expectations from her, and would to Heaven
Ipd had no realzations Well, wasn't quick
enough to teach, and had no knack OF mn
merry or matchmaking, ard the hundred oth'
or employments women turn their names 10
nowadays were unknown and untrled by tneni
then; so put the little had into boarding
house. | didn't live about here that time
Won see, it's an old craft with me- liVeu III
Inc western part of the State at CroitloTu'
'Croftiord! echoed Mr.. Royburne, stopping
to pick up the bow lie had let fall,
Yes. You have been there? us 'houEh.
Il pretty place of its size. The house l htPt
looked out on the Mall, where the young lolhs
went walking arm in arm III me lon5 Sum .
inner evenings, and sometimes the Oahu pay
Icd-such times! They don't seem ike .he
same thing nowadays. Oh, don't you ieeI
twell to night, Mr.. RoyburneE she asked,
pickinr up a Stitch in her knitting,
As usual thank YOU, Mrs. Dunn.
Things come on so suddenly at times, she
IonolooiZGd. i thought you must be going
Ito have an i'll turn Just now. You look quite
GbostIy upon my word. Are you quite sure
that YOU feel all right?
Ii was nothing, believe nc nothing more
Than twinge Of rheumatism, that one must
expect at my age.
start, assure you
The young people were walking arm. in
arm along the Mall and the band was play.
my giving her the cue
On, yes, THANKS. ii Decn III the business
about year when he came across my path.
| dare say it's silly for me, with my gray
hairs and crow's.Iect, but sometimes OF a
spring morning, when | open my window and
the fresh fragrance steals upon me, find my
self forgetting my years and expecting HIM
! lust as used to; and when | come to my
senses presently all the day seems vacant and
dark, and | 20 about with weights at my
| heels and the spring sun is behind cloud. J
don't suppose YOU can understand SUCH non
sense
You don't Know me- said her listener,
turning his back urCn her to snui The
candles
He wasn't one oCmy boardcrs, you know,
she continued, but he was intimate with
some of them, and as familiar in the house rs
need be- coming to dine and to lunch when it
pleased him, till he knew the lay Of the land
as well as if it belonged to him, 1hdt was
long before | knew that he cared or thought
Of me, for though my glass told me that |
wasn't illlooking-t has given over telling
strange tales nowadays-yct / d never thought
much about love and that sort of thing, being
a practical body and too busy to meddle with
things | wasn't called on to worry about. He
got into the way, when his friends were out,
of knocking ut the door Of my private parlor
and dropping IN till they came home, rs a
matter Of convenience, | naturally supposed,
because public parlors are drearY places TO
wait IN at the best, and he was one OF those
men, Ia noticed, vino love luxury ard prctti-
ness desperately. But one night when the
moon was up and the band was playing, out
on the Mall, The Girl Left Behind Me-
and was leaning out of the window after
casting up my accounts for the day and giy-
ing orders for breakfast, watching the love
sick people strollng about by twos, and stop
ping to kiss each other in the shadow OF the
cms somebody tossed handful of CHINA
mon roses up al my window. OF all the ros
es that June blows that little, old fashioned
crimson rose is tie most fragrant TO me; and
it was he, calling to me to come down and
,va1 and / W. dawn rpaIilV npIhnng
and we walked through half a dozen tunes
-such tunes rs seemed like the music of the
spheres with variations. Sometimes when
I've been passing your room, Nj. Royburne,
you've drawn out a strain or two OF those very
airs on your violin, and it has seemed as If |
had smcllcd rose leaves, and I've had to SIT
down on the stairs to recover myself How
ever when | reached home that night and
looked up found something hadn't known
when | went out found that loved Jules
Addcrly, whether he loved me or not. 1t was
an embarrassing piece OF news 10 me; 1t was
both pain and pleasure curiOusly twisted to-
gethcr 1t made me start ut every step and
get nervous AT every knock and began to
look in the glass with more attention, and
worry about my face, and grew absent minded.
about the bills and the housekeeping, TIL one
night met HIM on the stairs; he was going
up and was coming down and we didn't do
either, and-dear, dear, what an old fool am
can't think of that time without tears--and
the band outside in the moonlight was play
ing, My Love Is Like the Reu, Red Rose
And yet he couldn't really have loved me, you
know
i don't know anything Of the kind broke
| in Mr. Royburne, almost angrily. I'm sure
that he loved you
! Il like To think so she said smiling to her
sell and looking into The fire; but you hav' mt
heard all We weren't going to be married
for year or SO because he was only cashier
IN bank NJ Croittord, the Pactous Bank
hate the very sound Of it; the word burns my
tongue-and his salary wasn't big enough 10
please him and thea | was in no hurry.
wanted to make money myself, and life had
grown SO sweet | was almost afraid of my
good fortune; and perhaps was justly pun.
lshtd for my want Of faith in Gods provi-
dence. Well enc day had great surprise.