The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1878-04-04

But, child, thine eyes have given
This blessed cross an offering meet
To the dear King ofheayen;
For can place no garland here
SO sweet as thy repentant tear!1
.-Bosto" Transcript.
THE WALLS AROUND EDEN.
Philip Grey and his wife, Rosamond,
emancipated themselves from boarding
house life last fall and took flat. They
had, for $25 week, one room on
third floor where Rosamond took care of
the children through the day and had
breakfast ard lunch brought up to her.
When Philip came home at six o'clock,
as babies were not allowed at table, he
and she took turns going down stairs
to dine with dozen or more stvlish fel
low-boarders. The house was on fash
ionable street and the ,nenaGe provided
everything in the market.
From this they went to five pretty
rooms all in a row." beginning with the
kitchen and ending with parlor, where
little Phil and Rose Pose could race up
and down in wild delight, and have a
big, lighted closet to themselves, to keep
playthings in. So much sunshine stream.
cd into the parlor, when the curtain rolled
up in the morning, that it reached, like q
golden pathway, through the whole five
rooms if the doors were open. And slight
is life," said Rosamond. One flight Of
stairs did not seem at all fashionable; and,
being only a stones throw from the park,
she could take the children there any
hour in the day, to see the sheep, the
swans, the lake, the rocks, the whole
realm of delight
Here they paid $s5 IL month for rent,
and Rosmond found she could manage
the housekeeping on thirty more. So,
compared with boarding that left quite
royal margin, as she and Philip thought;
and they began to talk of taking one or
two magazines and going to hear Essinof.
OF course, their was some work daily
to be done: but, as they did not have
very many dishes, there was not very
many to be washed, and little Phil and
baby Rose found great deal Of enter
tainmcnt in watching mamma cook
She was not interrupted by very nanny
callers at first. Only three or four Of her
most intimate friends found their way to
"the Grey's flat" in the beginning of it,
One Of these was Pruc Bently, dear lit
tie Prue, with her sweet, discontel face,
if you can imagin face sweet and dis
conted at the same time. The door bell
rang just as Rosamond had finished
sweeping, and, rs their modest flat did
not boast a janitor, she ran down to an
swcr it herself, in her neat calico dress,
with Rose Pose trotting behind her.
"Dear mc!' said Prue, as the door
opened. And it must be owned her first
thought was that Rosamond did not look
nearly as stylish as she used, in her clsll-
mere peignoir, at Miss Pcrrin's boarding
house.
You, darling" exclaimed Rosamond.
"Come right, upstairs" And rs she
led the way she sang gaily:
"The way into my parlor is up winding stair.
And have many curious things to show you
when you are there"
"Why, how lovely this ISL said pruc,
as she entered the little parlor, and look
ed from the glowing CRATE to the sunny
windows and then up at the picture hung
wall ''And this is the most resting chair
I ever sat in," she added, as she sat down
in Rosamond's own easy-chair.
"Now, I will take your hat, and you
must stay the day out" said her hostess.
II know you are tired, coming all the
way from Brooklyn; and, as soon Us
you are little rested, you shall have
some lunch.'
ooh! no, indeed! Don't take that
trouble" protested Pruc; remembering
that Rosamond had no servant, and think
ing there must be some fearful impossi-
bility about sudden lunches.
''Oh! it won't be a very elaborate one,
laughed Rosamond, going toward the
kitchen. "Only some Vienna bread and
fresh butter and cup Of tea"
So, few minutes later, little Phil
with a snowy nepkin tucked in his neck
en- garcon, brought her on waiter the
promised lunch, and Prue enjoyed it
Still cloud hung over the young face
and Rosamound, noticing it, asked, al
last:
SLOWS Harry, nova days?'
II don't know, I'm sure" was the re-
ply, with pitiful little CULVER in the
voice. Gle quarrelled with ME Saturday
night, and haven't seen him sincc.'
'Quarrclied with youw exclaimed
Rosamond, aghast.
'Yes," and the voice trembled yet more
"He says don't love him as much rs l
used to and I'm sure he don't love me as
he used, and so I suppose it VIII all come
to an end before long"
"Oh, Pruc!" said her friend, earnestly,
"Don't talk 80. Your own Harry, who
has been so faithful for four long years
don't believe he has taken another girl
to single entertainment or even walked
home with anybody in that time. And
l. %ho< hot so1,
Doane for his sake last winter: and you're
perfectly miserable if you don't sec him
as regularly as the sum-"
"But," said Prue, YEARLY, "it is so
wearing. There doesn't seem to be the
least bit more prospect of our ever being
married than there was four years ago
Aunt says we are like two parallel lines
running side by side forever, but never
going to meet; and she talks to me, and
the girls tease, and then Harry comes,
looking careworn, and suppose 1 look as
if had been crying. That's the way it
was Saturday night"
Rosamond knew all about it. 1t was
the old, old story: "Too poor to marry
Harry "couldn't support wife," Prue's
aunt dressed her in velvet and scalskin.
She was used to five courses at dinner,
and there was carriage for her whenever
she wanted it. Sill, she hadn't penny
of her own to share with her husband il
she married; ana it would have mad
matters much smoother if Harry had been
rich man, instead of poor bookkeepcr
with twelve hundred year. He felt i!
keenly enough himself, and many time
puzzled over the problem till his head
ached. Surprising they married and paid
500 a week tor board. How far would
two hundred go towards car fare and
laundry bills for year, and dresses, hats
and gloves for his dainty darling Pruet
He liked to dress we'll himself, and liked
to buy new book now and then, or {
nicfnre or attend a fine CONCERT II this