Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-22

ooh, where am 1? What has happenedg'
she cried out in dismay, las she struggled to
her feet.
s'Nothng has happened" replied a deep
voice; only you were streWing hemp, and |
| followed YOU
| Rosie vcntured one wild glance A hand
some, bronzed, bearded face bent above her
| "Let me go home," she faltered, t:emb-
ling like a frightened bird, ''home to Aunt
! Eunice."
"Assoon as you please, my dear Rosie; but
don'G forget you belong to me now. The
fates wlled i, you see"
ooh, let me go home" cried Rosie, in sore
alright.
| Come along; l will escort you to the
| gaten
| And her strange companion drew her hand
within his arm and led her along the moon
| lit path
Rosie's heart beat she could not get her
breath. The instant they reached the gate,
she broke away from him.
what! you won't even stop to say good
| bye! No matter, we shall soon meet again.
You belong to me remember. No man alive
can ever take you from me; and in token Of
| my claim you shall wear this
A heavy gold chain flashed over her head
and quaint, carved locket hung upon her
| bosom
/! Through the gate, across the lawn, never
pausing once to look back, went Rosie SOL
F.! Dlng ike cntl0 III ncr excitement.
Aunt Eunice stOOC on the steps of the old
farm house awaiting her.
Why, my dear, how long you have been
was just on the point of starting to hunt
you
oh, Aunt Eunicep' cried the girl, rushing
INTO her arms and beginning to sob outright
Il am frightened to death. Some one did
follow me and speak to me, and, oh, look at
this on my neck!"
A MT Fuuica lod bar ;,t ~ IN
sitting room, and by the light of the blazing
WooQ fire she examined the lucket that hung
from the heavy chain.
"Well,'' she said, looking at the pictured
face it contained, "a merry twinkle lighting
her eyes, the face is very nice one! There
must be something in your hemp sowing,
after all. Rosie!"
oh, there is something. Aunt Eunicc,'
painted Rosie "Dicn't tell you that jenny
burr's engaged to the man who followed
her:''
80 you did, pet "Well, if it must be it
can't be helped Youth have to marry this
handsome stranger, and let poor Ben and
your promise go!'
Rosie flushed charmingly as she stole a
glance at the pictured face, but the tears rose
in her eyes.
"No, / could never do that" she said. 81
could never break my promise to poor pa
pan
On the sunday morning following her adyen-
ture, when she took her accu stoned place in
Aunt Eunice's pew, who should she see sill
ting opposite but the original of the picture in
her ocket, the hero of her hemp-seed charm?
On, Aunt Eunice, look, there he isr
gasped Rosie, her heart in her mouth
so sec, my dear" said the old lady, qui-
ely; ana, alter service, when the stranger
came up and introduced himself as MIR. Am
brose, she gave him cordial invitation to
accompany them home to dinner.
Homo with them he went, and Rosie was
like one in a dream.
Was ever man SO handsome, so distin
gulshed looking SO noble?" she burst forth
when he was gone. ooh, Aunt Eunice, if
poor papa had left me free!''
Wait, my dear. When Ben gets home he'll
see some way out of the trouble Ben ALWAYS
was clever boy"
And Rosie waited, and learned in the mean
time, that sweetest OF all life's lessons. the
lesson Of first love
It was Christmas Eve The old sitting
room was hung with holly and mistletoe, the
wide fireplace piled with huge yule logs, and
out in the great roomy kitchen Aunt Eunice
was elbow deep in cakes and mince pies and
plum buildings, making ready to give her son
a substantial welcome.
Poor Ben. he'll like my good things, I'm
sure" she said, as she trimmed the crust of q
pie. HE always was fond of something nice
to eat and he's been living on birds nests and
country for 50 many years, he'll enjoy Christ
mas at home know. Here, Rosie. child run
TO the she'd and fetch your apron full Of chips,
this oven must be a leetle hotter Hurry. do,"
Rosie hurried out, but good half hour
went by before she returned. At the garden
gate she met her hero-her stranger lover
and Aunt Eunice and her oven were
Come here, Rosie,'' he called, 81 want to
speak to your
Rosie went to his side with burning cheeks
and downcast eyes.
"pve come to say good by. Rosie" he said,
looking down upon her with tender, dark eyes
not forget me while Pm gone, Rosie?"
Rosie made no answer.
ANDY you'll wear this for my sake? Let me
put it on your finger, Rosie?'
Bat Rosie put aside the sparkling diamond.
No, Mr. Ambrose, you can't put it on nv
finger"
why not, Rosie? mean il for an ENGAGE
Eent ring. love you, Rose, and you belong
to me, you know. by virtue OF the hemp-seed
charm. Rosie, you care for me just a little
don't you?
"lcare for you great deal, Mr.. Ambrose;
but cannot wear your ri <. You see that
clumsy, cd thing on my finger? Well, that
and my, promise to my dying father bind me
to another. Please 20 awaY!'
She broke down utterly, and began TO sob
like 4 child.
But If you love me, Rose" began her
lover.
Whether do or not, it is all the same.
tell you I'm piighted to another, and I'll break
my heart sooner than Ill break my promise.n
Then good bye, little Roser'
He kissed her hand and turned down the
garden path. Rosie fled hack To ha ly;to,a,
scbhing fit to break her heart
Ny dear, did YOU fetch the chips q, asked
Aunt Eunice
'Ah, auntie, don't; my hearts broken.
wish | were dead!' cried Rosie bury.
ing her face in the cushions of the corner arm
chair, and bursting in.o very storm Of
weeping.
Aunt Eunice smiled with infinite content as
she crimped her pie
Don't cry, Rosie Wait till Ben gets here
and see what he says!"
But he's gonc-Mr. Ambrose, mean. He's
gone, and shall never see him again Oh,
dear, if | were dead!'
And all night long. while the Christmas
stars rose and went down, she tossed upon
her bed, that cry uoon cry upon her lips-"I
wish were. deadr'
At last the Christmas morning dawned and
from steeple to steeple rang that sN eet old
song, peace on earth, and good will toward
men"
Atnt Eunice stole aoftly into the darkened
chamber
'R sic, it is Christmas morning, and Ben
has come. You'll get UP and see him, nv
dear?
She OBJ ,yed without a word, her young face
white aud sorrow-worn.
Aunt Eunice robed her in her pretty crimson
dress with dainty laces at the throaU and
sleeves; then she brushed back the rippljny
yellow curls and fastened them with SPRAY
of hollybefrits.
"Come now, Rosie, you must go and speak
10 Ben.
Aunt Eunice led her down the stairs and to
the door Of the old sittineroom,
$50 and bid him welcome, dear,n she said
the door, and pushing her gently