Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-08-25
chilly sensation, and such rushing, roar

chilly sensation, and such rushing, roar.
ing sound in his head, that he was glad
to keep still.
"Here's somethin' as Miss Doane sent
over" saids Mrs. Scraggs, coming UP
with some Cruel. At first David sup
posed it was the Cruel Mrs. Scraggs re-
ferred to, and began to fancy the aroma
of that particular bowlful of the article
named was as delicious as the fragrance
supposed to emanate from the "rose
gardens of Isphan;" and up to that time
he declared that the Cruel was his partic-
ular abomination, and partook Of it
under protest. But he presently discov-
cred what Miss Doane had sent was not
Cruel, but rose such beautiful great
red rose, with yellow heart, and it filled
the room with perfume that was delic-
ious enough to enchant any man.
"Ain't it beautiful!n demanded Mrs.
Scraggs, presenting the cruel in one
hand and the flower in the other. "I'll
put it in a tum bier, and it'll keep ever
so long. She's dear, good soul, I tell
you. It's a pity she hain't home, an
some one to take care Of her; though
fur's that's concerned, she's willin' an
capable Of taking care of herself. But
every woman needs home, | think. }"
Mrs. Scraggs watched David, to see how
he took her view of things, and was graf
flied to see that it interested him.
"Tell her I thank her very much" said
David. 'It makes me think of mothers
roses; tell her that
The flower made his room almost
beautiful, and his heart seemed full 0
dreams, for he did nothing but dream the
rest of that day, and it must have been
the roses fragrance that made him do it.
Another days confinement! Would
he ever get out again? He went to the
window and watched the skies. They
were torbiddingly gray. 1t would rain
by tomorrow. But while he stood there
the sun seemed to burst forth, and the
world was suddenly bright and gay
Other people mig ht have failed to see
any wonderful change; but looking over
the way, he saw Ruth at her window
watering her rose, and she saw him, and
bowed and smiled, and that accounted
for the sudden Frightening up Of every
thing.
The next morning it rained; slow,
dull, drilling kind Of rain, that didn't
amount to much as raln, but effectu-
ally prevented him from going to the
store, as he had intended to-
Ruth was at the window, setting her
rose on the sill to catch the drops as
they fell, when he looked across the way
after breakfast. She nodded and smiled
to him, and the air seemed alive with
rainbows. He threw up his window and
said, "Good morning." and they had
quite pleasant chat together. Being
up so high they could carry on their con-
versation without interfering with any
body.
He sat by the widow and tried to
read, that afternoon. But his eyes would
keep wandering from his paper to the
window over the way.
By and by Ruth came to take in her
rose. She threw up the window and
reached to get the Pot; but by some mis-
hap it slipped from her grasp and went
tumbling down to the ground, where it
broke into fragments, and the rose was a
poor, mangled thing, with its life crush
ed out of it forever.
A cry broke from Miss Doane's lips
cry full of pain and grief. Her rose
was like friend, almost the only friend
she had in the world And it was
gone
David sprang up, pulled on his coat,
hot c4o e., u, ~
German florists, round the corner, ''that
sudden" Mrs. Scraggs declared, "that
she thought he was took worse, an won
dered if he wasn't out of his head"
Pretty soon he came back with a pot
under each arm; one held rose bush.
twice as large as the one that had met
such a sad fate, full of beautiful roses and
scarlet buds: and the other a Gala, with
two magnigcent blossoms cleaning out
Whitley from its broad green leaves.
David went straight to Ruth Doane's
room. He never stopped to think any
thing about the propriety of the action.
He knocked at her door, and she came to
let him in with fearful face. She had
been crying over her poor rose.
II saw it, cried David. 81 knew how
you cared for it, and 1 bror ght these to
take its place.
ooh, what beautiful things!" she said,
bending over them, while her face was
fairly radiant. 1 don't know which
pleased her most, the flowers or the kind
ness which prompted the gift. When she
looked up her eyes were full of tears.
Il can't think of words to tell you how
thankful l am she said. 'sBut if YOU
knew how few beautiful things nv life
has In it, and could only know how much
like friends flowers are, you could under.
stand it,
II do understand" he said softly
ooh, Ruth, would love make your lite
anv brighter?"
She looked up wonderingly, question
ingly:
face was TRANSPORTED by the holy light Of
his affection. II love you, Ruth.
want you. May have you?'
He held out his hand toward ner. She
was pale now.
care you sure you want mes' she
asked.
"Quite sure" he answered, smiling
"surer than | ever was of anything else
in my life
She put her hands in his, and sweet
rain tears broke over the violets of he1
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