Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-06-15

fore her was the Bowling Green, with its
newly-trimmed grass plot ami its silvery
fountain. 4,s,.
A little further on the Battery, newly.
restored to its pristine GLORY, and on its
benches some blue-bloused emigrants.
with round faces, and their bareheaded
wives with wooden petticoats and little
shawls crossed over their bosoms and
knotted at the waist.
AS they stared about them. It struck the
girl that they. fresh from the sea, might
be tempted by the fresh, sweet rose she
held in her hand to spend a lew pennies !;
but when she offered it to item, she saw
they were more prudent.
They only shook their heads solemnly
and looked away from her.
And this last hope gone, despair seized
upon Milicent.
She sat down upon bench and began
to weep bitterly.
The twilight was deepening.
She was far from home and little Jane.
She was faint with WEAKNESS and hun
ger.
Beyond the present moment all seemed
an utter blank to her.
She covered her face with her hands
the rose dropped into her lap UNDECIDED
She care for 1t no more.
Fate was SO much against har that no
one would even buy a beautiful flower
like that other.
There were steps.
She needed them not.
There were voices.
1t mattered not to her.
Suddenly some one said:
"What beautiful rose
And the words caught her ear
She looked up.
Three or four seafaring men, with bun
dies in their hands, were passing by,
fresh from the ocean evidently, embroa n
ed with the sun and wind, and with the
ships roll still in their gait.
Sailors were always generous. One OF
these would buy the flower.
She held out the flower.
"Buy it please" she whispered, family
'Please buy this rose
II am glad to get it, said stout, ell
derby man, slipping forward: "What's
the price, my lass? Will that do?''
He tossed three or four foreign-looking
silver pieces into her lap, and took the
flower.
Then looking at her very closely he
spoke again:
,"What' the trouble, lass. Don't be
afeared to tell me. had little girl OF
my own once. She's dead now Tell me,
can help you2'
Millicent looked up.
The mans face was half hidden by his
hat, and he was stouter and grayer than
her father had been, but she fancied a
likeness.
You have helped me. SIR she said
"by buying the rose. Thank you very
much. My father was a sailor too; and
he was shlpwrecked."
sits sailors fate, said the man. "It's
time you were getting home, lass. This
city is no place for young girl to be out
in after night. But just wait, sailors
orphan has claim on sailor. and nv
poor little Millicent would have beer
about your age if she had lived
"MillicentH' screamed the girl sob
my name is Millicent I'm frightened
I don't know what to think. You look
like him-you. I'm Millicent Blair
My father was Roger Blair. Is it q
dream9 1t can't be true 1t can't be
father!'
| But the next instant he had her in MS
arms. and she knew that the sea had give.
him back to her
| Wrecked with the vessel. but not lost
he had been cast upon desert island
whence he escaped after three weary
| years, only to find his little home empty
The widow had left her little cottage
to earn her living in the city, and tn,
news of her death had been brough
back to her old home by some one wht
had been in New York when she died
and eho had either heard or imagined
that he heard that her children were deat
also.
And the news was told to Roger Blair
by kindly people who believed it thor
oughly, and he had borne it as best h,
could, and had sailed the sea again,
weary, heart broken man.
He had not found all his treasures, bu
that some were spared was more than b.
had ever hoped land the meeting between
father and daughter was like two arise1
from the dead.
| And so the rose bush had done NOR
| for Millicent than she could have dreamed
and to this day it is the most cherishe,
treasure in the little home where the OIL,
man lives with his two daughters; an
when once month its blossoms fill tn
air with their fragrance, they crow
about it as the shrine Of some sainte'
thing, and whisper:
"But for this We should still be parted.