The Van Buren press., 1878-08-27
MISCELLANY. Y.
THE STORY OF ROSE.

iIlic pioWu WoHlan Standing DOp1ly
relievd against the shadow of door.
way in little brown house. Chestnut
hair has she, and great woodsy eyes,
with limpid lights and unquet shadows,
like the little brown brook in the mead
ow. A cheap print whose ground plan
is an expanse Of brown, and which is be-
sprinkled lavishly with tiny scarlet and
yellow autumn leaves, is fashioned into
a wrapper whose every fold presses itself
into shape over the trim, short figure
A look of expectancy in the woodsy
brown eyes and two poppy burnt checks
tell their story ably.
And while he is yet coming. and you
may gaze your fill at the tropical-hued
robe and the flaming face, let me tell yoL
more about her. Her name, to begin
with, is Rose Van Dyke-a nice old name
enough, with associations of tubes OF
color and stiff jointed manikins, easels
and sable points and satiny folds OF
brown: name that belonged to her
good old father, who, dying five years
ago, left it to her with his blessing. And
upon this scant heritage the little brown
maiden thrived and metamorphosed in.
to the little brown woman who taught
country pumpkins their first principles,
and was well paid for it.
And it was well for her that she had
put every extra penny by, woman fash
ion, in a precious cracked teapot, on a
high shelf; well, indeed, she thought,
since Terese Van Tassal, far.off or
phaned cousin, hal been thrown ON her
hands, and was coming to share her hearth
and home with her on the morrow
Meanwhile
A hush was in the very air. Up from
the village that nestled at the mountains
base there came the soft chime of the
clock in the church-tower-fvc, six,
seven! And the echoes had not yet
rolled their silvery waves OF sound
beyond her elert ears before the
quick tread Of advancing footsteps set
her heart beating wildly, and she turned
her face from the doorway to gain time
it was so flushed with joy.
"Looking for any one, Miss Van Dyke?
asked a very pleasant, rich voice. in a
very matter-ot fact manner.
"Ycs, Mr. Lee, was looking for you
she answered simply.
"For me Y with an affected tinge of
surprise in his voice. elbow did you
know-how came you to think was
coming"
"There is the theory of mental tele-
grayhy,' she answered, drawing down
the creamy covering of her eyes.
---~" Oh ~ he ss svancbsnfol- -- ~A le.ty4L, L.t
seeming unsatisfed with her answer
" What simple little soul it is = is his
inward observation 80 sweet and fresh
and artlcss! She has won place in
my heart of hearts, and shall enthrone
her there whenever the love lights in the
brown eyes grows from dancing will
o'wisp to steadier glow
And her thoughts ran riot Will he
never, never know? Oh, to be woman
to sit and NOPE ones life away and let
the grand opportunities be lost! Not
daring to stir toward the haven of ones
desire-not daring to lift hand as the
idol passcs-Ioor blind idols that will
go by unconscious, and crush our hearts
out in the passing"
Chow goes the school, Miss Van
Dyke?' he asked, looking at the queer
frown that knotted itself upon her fore
head
1.-The school? Bah Pm sick of the
school-lired, tired, tired - a little ven
gelully. F" But it goes along smoothly
enough, of course, and will continue
in the monotonous tenor of its way, un
TIL
"Until what Z" he asked, the surprise
all real now, little anxious at her hcsi-
taton.
"Wcll, until my cousin arrives-and
she may put me out some.'
"Your cousin" Ainging etiquette to
the dogs.
"Yes, sir an orphan, if you please"
Philip Lee did not seem to please.
The coming of this orphan child meant
to him breaking in some way upon their
quiet talks and his study of her. She
was a charming study to him; and when
he was just begging to turn the first
leaves of this interesting book, in must
come some stranger to break up his les
sons piece meal.
GLOW old is she, Mis- Van Dyke p feel
ing as if he must say something on the
subject of the interloper.
"Indeed, cannot tell; somewhere be
tween ten and twenty l should judge
this followed by doorous sigh.
care you not we'll All, what would
be not have given to have been free to
let that blessed word Of endearment slide
from its perch Oh the tip Of his tongue
You seem sick or sad"
81 am weary This teaching is tire
some work; and then it is lonely here on
the bill when"
He turned those perverse eyes of his,
that would mirror his soul in spite Of
him, toward to the door, and waited for
The conclusion of her sentence.
But she did not finish They sat there
in quiet, these two, with glances wide
apart. 1t pleased him that this shy be-
ng should show her preferences of him
before he spoke Of sentiment.
OF course there was reason for this,
and W hat that reason was is quickly
old. He had, years ago, loved with a
young man s fiery passion creature cold
,s ice, keen as q lawyer, as heartless
As a sphinx. But the passionate flame
burnt high, and the incense surrounded
he adored one, and clothed her in halo
)f glory.
Aud when the vision spake, and the
altar tumbed at her touch when the in