The Cincinnati daily star. [volume] ([Cincinnati, Ohio]) 1875-1880, 1879-11-14
THE DAILY STAR
DAVID MELNOTTES WRATH.

crops are poor, and my cattle have died
of the murrain this year. | can not
make my bread. Pm going to Glencoe's
Mills, Rosie. Have you nothing to say
TO me%
81 hope you'll do well, David"
''Is that all, girliew
The glow had died off Roses cheek
but she held her beautiful lips stubbornly
shut TIL" little Galloway was very
small, and David was tail and stout; SC
the next moment he clasped her close in
his strong arms, saying, "God bless the
@irl leave behind mel" and was gone
his way.
The pony took up his line of march
down the rocky path; but Rose did not
sing any more as she rode; and when she
came in to the roaring hearth fire, out OF
twilight, there were tears upon her cheek
But the next day she was up early athel
milking, and after that she went into the
woods with her father, and made fire
and cooked hima hot dinner, and then
gathered fagots until nightfall, binding
thcm in bundles, to be brought home by
the pony. ....-
A, they came over the rocks her fla.
ther suddenly stumbled and fell.
"Father, oh, father!'' she cried, spring
ing to him; for he could not rise, but lay
very pale and still. He had fallen with his
ler bent under MIN, and it was broken.
She was sobbing over her father on the
ground when a young man came driving
4 cart up the hill. Rose ran to meethim.
Rose Briefly, is this you? Why, what
is the matter?" he cried.
ooh, Matthew--Matthew Burns, my
father has fallen and broken his leg He
lies looking like one dead, and l do not
know what to do
Matthew Burns was q bold-looking
lark fellow. There was something very
repulsive in his aspect; but Rose did not
mind anything about that then, only
bent with him over her father, showing
how his leg gave way under him, and
how his head fell back, and how cold his
hands were.
"Iie has only tainted with the pain,
said Matthew.
Then he threw some empty sacks
across the cart making a bed; and, liitine
The insensible man easily, laid him upon
it. Ros climbed in to hold her father'e
head, and keep him covered from the
cold; and so they rode to the cottage.
When the doctor came he set Peters
leg, and announced that the old wood
cu ter must not lie we his bed for six
weeks Matthew watched Rose, and saw
that she looked hardly able to stand.
What is the matterT he whispered.
"Oh, we shall starve to death" she
sobbed.
mo, no; listen, Rose. What you neec
now is husband. Marry me. / will
look after and milk the cattle, carry thu
wood to market, make the fire, and fctci
The water from The spring. You shall dc
nothing but cook our dinners and nurse
your father"
Il can not do that sobbed Rose; "a
do not love you, Matthew Burns"
"Why do ye not marry Matthew. and
give yourself strong arm to lean uponY
demanded the old man. angrily.
"Because love David Melnottew criet
Rose, vehemently; "and I'd go the Wild
world over to find him now,"
"Then you'd find another woman
husband" said Matthew, coolly. 'Dayi'
Melnotte was married yesterday to on
OF the factory girls at Glencoe's Mills"
Rose dropped. After that she offered N
opposition to Matthew, and moutl
later they were married. She was so il
with grief, and disappointment AM
weariness, that she tainted at the altar.
But Matthew was kind husband il
spite of his scowling brow. He hau tn
doctor to Rose, and brought her nev
shoes and a warm plaid from the village
and fishel and hunted for her, until res
and nourishing food brought strength
again to her body.
Winter passed, and one day in tn
spring, when Rose was milking her pc
,eifer at the door, voice said: "Ha
the mountain beauty drink Of warn
milk for an old friend?'
She looked up, and there was Dayi'
Mclnotte. dusty and weary-looking, a. i
ne had Travelled long way, but with hi
eyes bright and pleasant as of old. Fo
moment Rose turned very faint, AM
leaned against the heifer for support
Then she said: 'Is it you, David? Ho,
is your wife at Glencoe Mills?'
81 have no wife, Rose" said David
gravely.
The girls heart turned sick in he
bosom, but she ran on, carelcssly, an
husband, in the house, will give you
cup from the table. My heifer gives tn
,est milk you ever drank"
"Your husband, Rose" repeated Davit
Iowly.
"Yes," she answered, lightly. II ma
ried Matthew Burns three months back.
"God forgive you, Rose! murmure
David.
She burst into tears. "
Just then Matthew came to the doc
scowling darkly. But David civil
asked for the cup, and drank the milk.
eStay and sup with us, David" sal
the old man; and Rose murmured, 'Ye
stay"
So, though Matthew was silent, Dari
put his stick in the corner, and sat dow