The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1879-07-03

VI &. No. ii ID not an order he said. a little
sadly. HI have been doing 1t In tho spare
moments aftermy day s work. =
ut is pretty she repeated, touching
with her small fingers the delicate curled
leaves, which surely had the stamp OF genius
uf,on them; /" but 1t wants something" she
added after pause.
What ?,' he inquired eagerly. Il have
looked at 1t so often that cnnnot find out
whether it Is! right or wrong"
IL know" she exclaimed, triumphantly
"Coiorl Alb, Monsieur, II you could but
see the wreath OF roses / made last week
for the Graffinn Won Adedorf for a ball you
would know what mean. Oh with a
little clasp OF her hands-"it was perfect
Perfect as Love !" s#
Her thoughts had quite wandered away
from the delicate flowers before her. In.
deed she did not remember them until they
stood once more in the street, with the door
closed behind them, when it came across
her that she might have been rude.
"Thev are very pretty" she said. softly;
"but you see they are not finished yet.
Wien they are, perhaps, who knows, you
might sell them"
Pertaps,'' he said, ssI could try il
you wish IL; but when made them
thought"-the color went into his face
that you would like them"
eyes. so would IL you were rich enough
to give presents, or il --. Well, you VIII
not mind my speaking the truth to you
You are rather dreamer, arc you not! This
is bad thing" Stalking her pretty head. - |,
does net make fortune, and money, you
know. one must have. SO take my advice
leave off carving things no one cares to buy,
and only do what you eau sell. You are
no. angry"
"hngry," repeated Hans, "when you
are so kind rs to take an interest in me and
wish me well? Wby?" But here they
had reached the merry, laughing crowd
and the spot where the omnibus was await.
ing them, and the rest OF the sentence bad
pcrgorce TO await completion at some other
time.
Aud it was sentence Hans had not in.
tended TO complete. Not yet. By-and-5y
when there was 4 little more money in his
porket, and q home worthy OF Offering to q
wife, then it would be time enough to finish
that sentence. But on this, as OIL other oc'
casions, il was a case OF I" man proposes
at least so far as Hans was concerned. for
the long. Joyful day over, and tired holiday.
seekers, heeinning TO consider the quickest
way home, he found himself under soft,
starry sky walking downward by the side
Of Rose Cordier.
lit would be rleGsanter TO WALK" he had
said. standing by the crowded omnibus
filled with drowsy. crying children ana
wearied mothers. care you tired, made.
moiselle "-af!er seconds pause" would
you rather dtive!"
"No, will! come with YOU" she had re-
piled, "it will save the sous"
SO they had started homeward together.
And ere very long Hans found himself re-
verting TO those unfinished words OF the
morning.
Love making seemed so naturalist de-
sirable-under these circumstances, that II
was difficult to think OF waking up on The
morrow to the hard days work. and the
knowledge that where it is so difficult tt
keep one, what would be done il there was
yet another.
lit is selfish Of me to ask you. Rose
when | have nothing 70 offer; but l nm
Young. ond strong. and willing to work.
and love you, Rose"
Haas stood still as lie spoke, and his voice
Lrcmbled as he clasped the girls small
hands in his.
Rose was moved, too. The tears stoct
in her bright eyes; her checks looked PALE
in the starlight.
eyes. dear Hans" she said, tmiGly. ir
that sweet foreign tongue he had learned
to love, "but you sce"-
Eyes, see. We could not live upor
nothing. No, alas, no! But, Rose, "-tbt
color flushing up into his face again as ht
said, besitating!y. eve might be engaged
Could you--oh, know it is asking great
deal, but could you wait for me?"
"Ah, Hans, you must not think me IN
kind, butt would he so long, aud
There was no mistaki1g tue girls tones
even If the words we're 4 little vague.
"And there is Andre LerouX."
.sHe is from my country" cried the CIR
quickly, hlushing il bright, rosy red. "l
is natural, among strangers, should like
to see aud talk to q countrynlan OF ny
own"
"Ycs, dear Rose, I am not blaming you
Do not think that. AS You say, among
strangers, ii is pleasant TO meet one wht
speaks your language. 1t must be Otter
lonely for you"
eyes, Hans" Rose replied, brushing tht
tears out of her eyes. of il were not fol
YOU I should lind the little street but dull
aud sad since the poor mother died. And
al" Us they entered the said street, g here
we are at home! How quickly we have
come! Goodnight, Hans"
She stretched out her hand as sue spoke
and again Hans took it in his, and looked
down at her.
at is such Il pity" Sue said softly, " tia
YOU have no money!
"Such a pity" be echoed sadly, loosn:
her hand rs he spoke.
Aud you are not angry with mc?" sh
wen: on.
"Angry? No. certainly not. Why, So
Of course you were right. 1t was silly o
me 10 ask you to wait; you might be an OLE
woman before had enough for us 10 MARY
on "
eyes, dear Hans, it would never do.
knew you would agree with me when yor
thought it over. But you will still remain
my friend1"
"A'ways your friend, Rose. It does no:
matter, you know, how poor friend is
thus they parted; Rose 10 weep II few tears
and tLcn 10 fall asleep and dream OF An.
Dire herouX; Hans to ponder over whether
there was nothing to be done, nothing he
could do, to better bis position.
1t was so difficult; more difficult in the
prosaic light OF day, even, than when
dreaming over it, pipe in.mouth, in the soft
summer evenings.
Carving the letters OF dead friends
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