Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-22
:STREWING HEN 2 SEEDS.
A Christmas Story.

"Cotung next week?p
"Ycs, Rosjr, he'll be here for the New Year,
If notaing happens"
Rosie tossed hes yellow ringlets, and put I'D
her reG lips in a childish pout
y shall hate him, 3Hnt tIunice. Pm sure
shall, !! he simple fact that | am bethrothed
to him, Willy-ntEy, would set my heart against
hun if ne were a Prince among men"
lie IL Il Prince among men, my dear and
you'll be sure 10 like him. replied Aunt
Eunic2, quietly.
"Itell you Pm sure not to like him" insisted
Rosie. Poor papG made great mistake; he
should have left me ireer
III would nave been wiser, perhaps; but
you. father had looked upon Ben as a son so
many years, and felt sure OF his making a
good husDapd-
An old poke, twice nv age, pouted Rosie.
On, 40, not quite SO Old lis that. But wait
until yoa have sren him. Never cross a bridge
till you Gene 10 it. Rosie. Ben won't be here
for week yet. When he is here, and YOU
have seen him, if sou really dislike him dare
say he'll not compel you to become his wife,
but promised poor papa on his death
oeo, TOO, and promise to the dying is sa.
cred"
Pretty Rosie was no kith or kin to Aunt
b. Eunice, oh.y an adopted child, cherished and
loved for nar dead fathers sake and Ben was
Amt Eur!ct's only son, a Calcutta agent, who
had not seen his native land for years, and
WHO AaN iaSb i,tbi leu ITtm MS promised bride
when she was q little miss in pnafores
But after his Old friends death, and Rosie,s
promise TO become lis wife whenever he saw
fit to coHe howe and claim her, Ben had sent
home q handsome ring, and Rosie wore it on
her pretty finger. And now he was coming
III 81 week.
"Don't fret, Rosie, Wait until Ben is here
and you nave seen him."
Seeing hlm won't make me change M,
mind" retorted the willfr,l GIRL II have him
III my minds eye nova pUky Old fogy, lust
like Mr.. Sykes, the parsou. Oh, dear!''
u trust the case will not be quite so bad as
that, Hose. But what are you going to do
with all those hemp seeds, my dear--feed the
pigeons"
Feed the pigeons, indeedn' cried Rosie,
transferring The seeds to her pocket SWAY,
auntie Pm going down to Hazel Hollow to
try Eny fortune. All the girls are doing it.
Jennie Burr 5trewed hemp one dark evening.
month or so ago, and the handSomest Young
man came following her, and now she's en-
gagged 10 him"
Aunt EUnice laughed. and crossing the
room, drew the glrl's head to her breast and
Kissed her t;nderly.
"YOa're q good child, Rosie, only bit way
ward, and trust you may be very happy, dear,
whether you ever marry Ben or not. There,
ruiz along, and strew your hemp seeds if you
must, and hurry mack to supper"
Rosie threw on her shawl and scarlet hood,
and ran away, like the silly child she was.
me 81 SIM was quite down when she reached
hazei Hollow, and the shadows lay dark and
thick in the wild glen. Rosie was not the
bravest little woman ia the world, and her
hearS gave great throb of fear as she walked
on under the whispering willows
At the edge of the Hollow she felt sorelv
tempted TO turn round and run back to Aunt
Eunice's CHEEKY tircside, but a tbonoht of Tan
ME Burr's success urged her on. She drew
out a handful of the magic seed and started
across The glen wy
Hemp seeds strew, hempseeds SOW:
Let nv teue love follow me and now
She repeated the charmed couplet in a1ittle
quavel ing voice, strewng her seeds right anC
left. She was half across the gloomy Hollow
before she could muster courage to look back
When she did glance over her shoulder
sharp cry burst from her lips. Not far benin,