The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-07-09

nm ana run after hun IL IN the dav
When there was no spruce Frenchma
to share with him the honor OF the nal
row street.
Then came a morning when Hans, a
he worked. saw a couple issue from tn
opposite house. followed BIZ as man
neighbors a could spare an hour's bol
day; Rose, with late Gloire de Dijol
in her belt. a bright color Oh her cheeks
and her bright ewes shining with prid
and happiness, and her hand on Andre
arm.
Good morning, Hans she cried
III her sweet voice, as she passed Nj
open door. Il am going 10 be Marie,
tins morning, but we shall not take tn,
| wedding holiday till Sunday II yot
can come, do. And then passed OF
+ before here was a chance Of saving NOR,
than a happy. future. That even
ing, "a Hans worked at the rcse-wreati
1t was nearly completed now-hC
CHANGED 10 look across 10 the window
where he had 80 often seen the bent
/ head and the trim figure. But tonight
the lamp was lit, for it soon grew dark
now, too soon for work 10 be relinquish-
ed with the twilight. and on the blinds
was the reflection Of two heads, Of four
busy hands
Hans did not again he drew down
his own blind then, and with 4 sigh
went back TO the carving of his delicate
rose leaves.
But after that evening he gave up
his little room, packed his few goods,
and made up his mind to 90 away-to
go to Rome, that haven of ambitious
minds.
Now that the little savings were not
all to be boarded against the day when
they might be wanted for another, it
was no use guarding them any more.
Better, so Hans decided, use them in
going away to where daily bread might
perhaps be easier come by than in this
narrow German town; where, perhaps,
even the carving he was so fond of
might gain him congenial work, and al
low him to put on one side this other
work that occupied him now. Beside,
if the worst, came to the worst, and he
did drift into utter poverty, 1t did not
so much matter now.
And with that ''now" Hans buried
the past and started forth on his travels.
First, however, he went across the
street, and for the first time entered
Roses domain, Nine. Leroux, as he had
to call her.
Il have come to wish you good-by,
have brought you as a parting present
the little wreath. 1t is finished now"
He laid it down as he spoke among
the colored roses on the table, between
Monsieur and Madame as they sat at
work.
ooh, that is good of you, very good"
cried Rose, the ever-ready tears coming
into her eyes. And so you are going
away? All, my husband" turning to-
ward spruce, neat-fingered NJ. Leroux,
"thou must also wish Monsieur Hans
'God-speed,' for in the old days before
| vas married, he was always kind
friend to me. And see, also, what a
beautiful present he has brought u.s."
At his wife's words NJ Andre stood
up.
Monsieur is anIiabIe, most amiable
ANY friend of madame Is dear to the
heart of Andre LerouXi Let me wish
YOU bon voyage and much prosperity"
Hans, few tears from Rose, another
bow from NJ. Andre, and Gottlieb had
departed, and the husband and wife
were left alone.
at is graceful, very graceful, said
the Frenchman, lifting the parting gift
Of Hans. Zone would scarcely have
thought his great hands could have
such thing. When it grows
dark, dear wife, if YOU fetch a nail and
piece of cord, will myself attach it to
the WALL"
1T is pretty" said his wife. Il al
ways thought so, but now, Andre, that
[ see it among all these red roses, l am
sure that what l said OF it at first is
quite true-it wants color y
you have it exactly, nay wife" re-
piled NJ. Leroux, with fond appreciation
Of Roses cleverness. That is just what
it needs-but, then, We cannot have
everything" And NJ. Andres gaze
with much satisfaction to the
crimson roses before him. < . x
1t would have surprised this couple, |
perhaps, if they could have seen on into
the coming years, if they could have
listened to the words Of world-re- |
nov ilctl CCIGCtbI OI tue bttlutIe= Oh All |
He only did two Of them"-he was
some three or four eager |
listeners in London ball-room-"the |
one that he did for Levison, and which |
first made him famous. You never saw
it? Why, it is marvel! The curl of |
the leaves, the very dew on the fresh |
petals, it is wonderful. [ would have |
given him anything he asked for one |
like it. But, poor fellow, as you know,
he only lived just long enough to know
he was famous.
However, when I was last in Fried
richburg, his native town, and striving
to find out all | could about him-if he |
had done anything before he went to
in that wretched narrow
street, as | was telling you before, l
found this fac-simile of his greatest |
work-a present to a sweetheart, | sup
pose. They had told me she knew him,
hat he used to live opposite to her, so
called to see if | could CLEAN anthing
about him, and there, hanging up on
he wall, | saw that very wreath that
lad been haunting me for months!"
How did you persuade her to part
With it ?"
''Ah, Lady Grace, that was not very
iifficult-honest English gold. Her
yes glistened at the sight of it Very
pretty eyes they were, too! She cried
when took it down, cried when l told
Ter Hans was dead. But her husband
,omforted her. See, my wife, he said,
L will make for thee a wreath of these
ovely roses of just the same size'-did
say they were artifcial-hower makers?
-'and We will hang it up in its place,
o that you will not miss the other. And
IS to him, poor fellow, life is difficult,
md perhaps he is as well out of it !"
SO Madame dried her tears"
'.'Ah, that viii be lovely heard
Ter say, as l carried my treasure away;
and | like the colored ones best. And
he money. YOU see. nv friend. Is far