The Ottawa free trader., 1878-08-10
THE STORY OF ROSE

\ little brown woman standing boldly re.
iicved against thc shadow ot IA doorway in n
little brown house Chestnut hair has she and
great woOdsy eyes, with lmpid lights and
unquiet shadows, like The little brown brook
in the meadow. \ cheap print whose ground
plan is an CYpansc of brown. and which Is be
Sprinllcd llvishly with tiny SCARLET and yellow
autumn leaves, is fashioned into wrapper
whose every fold presses itself into shape over
the trim, short figure. \ look Of expectancy
in the wOodsy brown eyes and two poppy
burnt checks tell their story aoly.
And while ne is yet coming and you may
gaze your fill at the tropical-hucd robe and the
flaming face. let me tell you more about her,
Her nj me, 10 begin with, is Rose Van Dyke
u nice OLD name enough, with associations of
tubes of color and stiff jOinted manikins, casels
and sable.pO.nls and satiny folds Of brown; "A
name that belonged to her good old father,
who, dying five years ago, left it to her with
ms blessing Aud urOn this scant heritage
the little brown maiden thrvcd and metamOr-
phosed into 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, womantashion, in Il
precious cracked teapot on a high shelf well,
indeed, she thought, since Tcrcsc Van Tasscl,
a far-of orphaned cousin, had been thrown on
her hand and was coming to share her hearth
and home with her on the following morrow.
Meanwhic--
\ 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 toUcr-fivc, six, seven. And the echoes
had not vet rolled their silvcry waves of sound
beyond her 1crt ears before the quick tread of
advancing footsteps set her heart beating wild
ly, and she turned her face from the doorway
To gain timc-it was so flushed with joy.
Looking for anyone Miss Van Dyke|'
asked a very pleasant rich voice in a very
mattcr-olioC, manner
yes, Mi Lee, was looking for you," she
answered, simply.
For mcg" with an affected tingc of surprise
in his voice. How did you knOw--how came
you TO think | was coming
"Therc l. the theory Of mental tclcgraphy,"
she answered, drawing down the creamy Gov
crlng of her eyes
oh" hc vOuchsafed at length hut seeming
unsatIsiied with ner answer. What "A simple
little soul l. is" is his inward observation
80 sweet and fresh and artlC,sl She has won
place iu NV heart Of hearts, and shall en-
throne her there whenever the lovelight in her
brown eye, Irows from dancing will o. wisp
To a stcadirr glow.
And her thoughts ran riot will he never,
never KNOW Oh, 10 be a wOnan-tO sit and
NOPE one iife away and lct the grand oppor-
tunities boz lost, Not daring to STIR toward the
haven OF ones desire-nOt daringto lift "A hand
rs the idol passes-poor blind idols that will
go by unconscious, and crush our hearts out in
the passingr
How goc, the school, Miss Van Dyke ?"
he asked, looking at the queer frown that
knotted Itself upon her forehead
The school, BAH I'm sick of the school
tired tired tiTed!" "a little vengefully. But
it goes along smoothly enough, of course, and
will continue in the monotonous tenor of its
WAY, until"
Until WHAT" he asked, the surprise all real
now, little anxious AT her hesitation
well. until my cousin arrives-and she may
put me out some"
Your ooubinP fiDging all etiquette to the
dogs.
.'1es sir. an orphan if yDn please"
Philip Lee did not seem 70 be pleased. The
coming of this orphan child .nleaui to him "A
breaking IN, in soins way upon their quiet
talks and his study OF bef She was charm
ing study 10 him; and when he was Just be
ginning 10 urn the first leaves OF q interest
ing look, "A mis-; come.a stTangerto break up
ais lessons piecemcal