Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-10-16

the child that had worshipped him from
the cradle. And meant to die as soor
as ] could; but in the meantime, if il
killed me it itself to hide it, they should
never know I cared, Yet I was moi
angry; in some way, some strange
way, it was Paul who was angry
who would not speak to me, woulc
not glance at me, would not come
near me, said sharp and bitter
almost insolent, things in my presence
and seeming to try to hurt me all hi
could. 1t was not, in his manner, as il
he had found some one still dearer tx
him than /, but as if he hated me, ]
thought, for just existing now. Ah
well, it broke my heart! And I gather
ed those roses that morning l remem
bered that we had been going to make
grandmamma's potpourri together
But I gathered them with my bach
turned to that garden across that nigh
box hedge, and the dew on those roses
was salt. John, the old house.servant
(he has been gone this many a year,
came Juggling out the big Chelsea jar
the same jar, Rosamond. 1t has never
had nick. I wonder if you can say as
much for it after half century! John
left it, with the spice boxes and dish
of salt, on the marble step, to be handy
for me, and began to shred the roses
into it. And as l scattered the velvet
petals, it swept over me in surge that
just so the days of my life had gone,
and too was withered flower; and as
/ knelt before the jar, all at once my
arms fell across it, and my head fell
between them, and I was crying such a
storm of sobs that wonder no one heard
me. But some one did near. Directly
a shadow fell between me and the sun
shine, and voise made my heart stand
still, and my sobs cease.
"What does it mean?" cried Paul.
II demand to know. I will have no
more of this. What are you unhappy
about? Because you abused me, because
you have outraged all my feelings, be-
cause you have refused to answer my
letter.
What-what letter? I stammered,
throwing back my head with the tears
streaming over my face.
"What letter. he cried. Are you
playing with me still? Have you re-
ceived no letter from memo letter that
I gave John? Do you pretend to say
"l pretend to say n0thing,' / re-
turned, in storm of irrepressible tears,
springing to my feet and starting to run
away and hide my face away out of sight,
and pray that every fresh food of tears
might drown my very being Ipretend
to say nothing but that you have broken
my hearth
"But he hao caught me, and he held
me by the arm, and would not let me
hide my face.
"l have broken your heart? he said,
in such grave and tender voice. Il
have not broken your spirit. Tell me
why you spurned my letter.
eel never had your letter. Sob
bed.
"Never had letter telling YOU
telling you all you knew without it, but
assuring you that grandfather or no
grandfather, only you should be my
wife; and if not you, then no one? It
is mislaid then; and we have had all this
misery for nothing-we who worship
each other
"And-and-well: never mind about
the rest. There was nobody to see US
two young creatures standing in the
garden as the first young lovers did.
don't know that we should have cared
If there had been. And all in breath,
as if the earth had rolled round under a
new heaven, the sun seemed tC be shin.
ing as it never shone before, the birds to
be singing, flowers were full of life and
fragrance, the world was the most beauti-
full place: and we were on our knees
shredding roses together with the old
pot:pourri jar, and the garden ringing
with our laughter. And every once in
while Paul was lifting my chin with
his finger to make me look him in the
face with my eyes that all at once dared
not, and saying my mouth was the sweet
est rose of them allah, yes, you did,
Paul-and then he was plunging his
hand into the jar to stir the petals.
And suddenly his fingers were touching
no heap of rose leaves, and he was
bringing up paper, letter-that very
letter which he had given John just as
the old fellow was coming in from
emptying the jar from last years leaves
and spices; and he had dropped it there
and forgotten it. John is so forgetful
II mean, of course, he was. All me!
what day that was! We trod on air,
we walked in the mid.heavens. Have
you gone sound asleep. Paul? To be
sure. And Rosamo nd, if you want the
other rule for pot-pourri-the English,
you know, call it hotch-potch-Ah, what
music that isl" and she paused to listen
"GatAer ye rose-buds as ye may,
Old Time is still a-fying
Aud this same flower that smile, to-day
Tomorrow will be dyipg,'"
sang Bertram, stepping through the Ions
window into the low light of the rising
moon, the rich strain of the tenor seem
ing to roll upon the dusk sweet as fra
GRANGE from flower.
Rosamond fingered to loosen her dres!
from Miss E&ngham's chair which de
tanned it. Miss Efingham was cryin.
softly to herself. "Ah, see," she muir
INJURED, working the knobby fingers il
the lace mittens, and forgetting who's,
contemporary she was-"see how selfish
age is! She remembers all her own par
in it; she forgets mine. For I ALSO
is so long ago-I loved Paul."
Going A-Nutt1ng.
Golden October, with its mellow sun
shine-it has been very mellow durin,
the past week-its crispy frosts, the dew,
delicious mornings, and the hazy, dream,
afternoons bring back recollections o
youth. If that sp:ingtime" was paese,
in the country, the autumn brings mem
cries of chasing the squirrels from tn
corn-felds and the hickories, of gather
ing ferns and bright colored leaves will
the girls, of fishing and cunning, an,
best of all, "going a-nutting.'t The DO,
who never gotta lickin'" for tearing