Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1879-10-22

he left her side a great bunch of red
roses was in her hand, the most deli
cious dewy roses, whose perfume swept
around her like an atmosphere. But
the professor had relieved guard. His
lynx eye caught sight of a white CLEAN
among the roses. He took them sudden
ly out of her hand, abstracted little
note, and gave the flowers back to her.
Then he slipped the note into his coat
pocket.
1t is pity that the professor did not
read that note before next day. This is
what was written there:
"MY RosE.-If your affection for me
is all it was, is all that my adoring love
for you would claim, you will hold these
roses in your hand tonight as you enter
the reception-rooms of Rex. If at any
time in the course of the night, when
the band is playing the LANDER waltz,
or when it is playing little buttercup,'
you lift these sweet red roses to your
sweeter face, and bury your face there
for one long moment, [ shall know that
you can no longer endure this tyranny
that parts us. My horses will await US
at the gate, and when you are my wife,
neither professor, nor uncle, nor any
one on earth can part what God has
joined sogether."
But he didn't read it. There was not
the moment just then; somebody or
something occupied his time exclusive
ly; and when he might have read it, he
changed his coat and could not find it.
Being little lame, and feeling obliged
to attend the reception Of the college
president, unwilling to lose a moment
of his watch, Which he could not easily
delegate, he ordered carriage and pair
to take him to old Rex's gate, and stump
ed up the stairs with his precious prize
before him.
Was ever anything lovelier than this
vision in the doorway, with the shaggy
old Professor Redmond behind her? So
ethereally fair-the corn-silk hair, the
eyes like starry duets; it was the imper-
sonation of girlhood and of innocence.
With huge cluster of creamy white
roses pinned in her belt just over her
heart, in their center a red one bloom.
ing like the live, sweet secret thought
beating in the heart beneath, and in her
old pearl colored draperies, she would
have seemed ready to melt back into the
outer twilight world, like the spirit of
the evening star itself, but for the great
bunch of red Jacqueminot roses in her
hand. What did she know of her lovers
wish? Nothing. He had given these
roses to her; he would be here; of course
abe wore his flowers,
The old President Rex had as good an
eye for beauty as any undergraduate of
them all and although the young class
day poet was receiving an ovation, he
left him in order to welcome this per-
feet creature who had just come to his
parlors out of fairy-land.
Just then the band was softly playing
the Lander waltzes; old Rex was over
towering her with his fattering speech;
the music was enchanting; there stood
Adrian before with his eyes shining full
upon her, although across the room-she
could not bear it all. Absently she lift
ed that bunch of roses, and buried her
face in all that blaze of color and deliri-
una of fragrance.
The next moment Adrian slipped from
the room. She looked for him presently,
but he was gone. And although they
staid but an hour, it seemed to her an
endless period before she stood at last
upon the step in the dark and perfumed
summer night, with the wretched tears
of disappointment getting leave to over
flow upon the roses that she held SO near
her face. Her uncle came limping
along behind her. "Professor Red.
mond's carriagep called servant.
"HereW shouted a reply. Then a
hand was helping her up the step, q
whip was cracking, horses were plunging,
her uncle was yelling into the universe.
Adrian's arms were about her, she was
resting on his breast, and they were
dashing madly away. "You are here,
you are mine," he was murmuring be.
tween his kisses, "Never to leave me
again. You exchange one jailer for an.
other"
Before she we'll knew what had oc.
CURED, what it meant, she was standing
in clergyman's study; papers of some
sort were being scanned; a kind, silver
haired lady was giving her glass OF
water; words were being hurriedly ut.
tered, to which if she replied she did not
know it. Somebody put into her hand
little slip that he called marriage
certificate; somebody spoke to her by an.
other name-Adrian's name; the kind
lady had kissed her, and she was out in
the dark, sweet summer night again
was in the carriage whirling away, and
Adrian was holding her, and calling he1
his wife. -. 4
| care we married?' she gasped. cam
I truly your wifep and then, she burst
into a food Of tears. "And I've moth
ing but this gauze gownl" she cried.
| "And your Jacqueminot roses," said
he.
So that was the way it all happened.
I know that by this time the professor
has forgiven it all; he can't do without
her. But the aunt Redmond had sorry
time of it for one week, ct don't blame
him at ALL" declares Adrian. 81
wouldn't have given her to the archan.
gel Micheal, let alone the son Of a fishing
merchant, if the merchant were ten
times a millionaire and the son ter
timer nearer professorship himself"
The professor has had the little fata
u nota ola zad and framed and hunr I'M II