The daily dispatch. [volume] (Richmond [Va.]) 1850-1884, 1879-07-03

pasaed on before there was chance OF say
i.,g more than "a happy future" That
evening. az Hans worked at the rose,
wreath-it was nearly completed now--hei
Glanced to look across TO the window
where he had SO often seen the bent bead
and the trim figure. But tonight the lamp
was TIT, for 1t soon grew dark now. too soon
for work to be reliDquished with the tWi-
light, and on the blinds was the reflection
OF TWO heads, Of four busy bands.
Huns did not look again; he drew down
his own blind then, and with sigh went
back to the carving Of his delicate rose
leaves. :.
But after TINT evening be gave up bis lit
tie room, packed his few goods. and mace
up bis mind to go. aWay-to so 10 kome'
that haven OF ambitious minds.
Now that the little savings were not all 20
he boarded against the day when they misht
be wanted for another, 1t was no use guard
ing them any more. Better, so Hans DE.
cided, use them in going away to "here
daily bread might perhaps be easier come
by than in this narrow German Town,
where perhaps even the carving ne was so
fond OF might gain him conSeniai WORE,
and allow him to put on one side this other
WOTk LUdG OCSupiSu hiAA avs
the worst came to the worst, and he did
drift into utter poverty, it did Lot 80 much
matter now. a.,
And with that SNOW" Hans buried the
past and started forth on his travels.
First, however, be went across the street,
and for the first time entered Roses do.
main, Madame Leroux, as he had to Call
her. ,,
81 have come to wish you good-by. Mad
ame," lie said. "And sec, have hrou@ht
you as parting present the little wreath.
II is finished now"
He laid it down as he spoke among tue
coIorrd roses on the table, between Non
sieur and Madame as they sat at work.
.Oh, 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 toward spruce,
neat-tingered u. Ltroux, thou must also
wish Monsieur Hans 'God-spced,' Tor. ID
the old days before was married, be was al
WAYS kind friend to ME. And see, also,
what beautiful present he has brought
us!"
At his wife's words NJ. Andre stood up.
"Monsicuris amiabe. moStamiable! Any
friend OF Madame is dear to the heart Of
Andre Lcroux! Let me wish you 'don
uouuqe' and much prosperity" Then
.here was a brief farewell from Hans, a
few tears from Rose, another bow from NJ.
Andre. and G0ttIieb had departed, and the
husband and wife were left alone.
al, is graceful. very GRACEFUL said the
Frcnchman, lifting the parting gift OF Hans.
"One would scarcely have thought his
great hands could have fashioned such
thing. When 1t grows dark, dear wife, II
YOU fetch nail and piece OF cord, VIII
myself attach it to the wall"
at is pretty" said his wife. ~ always
thought so: but now, Andre, that L sec 1t
among all these red roses, am sure that
what SAID OF it at first is quite true-lt
wants cclOr!'
"You have it exactly, my wife" replied
NJ. LerouX. with fond appreciation OF
Roses ceverness. THAT is Just what it
needs; but. then, we cannot have every
thing" And NJ. Andres gaze returned
with much satisfaction to the crimson roses
before him.
1t would have surprised this couple per-
hans if they could have seen on into Inc
coming years, if they could have listened
to the words OF world-renoWncd collector
of the beauties OF art.
Gle only did two Of them he was al
dressing some three or four eager listeners
in London Ballroom" the one that ne
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.
.sHoN ever, when | was last in Frederick
burg, his native town, and striving to find
out all could about him-lf he had done
ANYTHING before he went to Rome-there in
that wrctcbcd narrow street, as L was tell
ing YOU before, found this fac-simile OF
his greatest work-a present to sweet
bcali. suppose. They had told me she
knew him, that he used to live opposite to
her, so | called to see If / could CLEAN any
thing about him, and there, hanging up on
the wall, l saw that very wreath that had
been haunting me for months ~
GLOW did you persuade her to part with
it,"
"Ah,'Lady Grace, that was not very
dificult-honest English gold. Her eyes
glislened at the sight OF it! Very pretty
eyes they were, too! She cried when look
it down, erie, when I told her Hans was
dead. But her husband comfolted her.
See nv wife, lie said. Il will make for
thee wreath OF these lovely roses OF Just
the same size did I say they were artili-
cial-nower makers ?-'and we viii! hang it
up in its place, so that you will not miss
the other. And as TO him, poor fellow,
life is difficult, and perhaps he is as we'll
out OF it!
$50 Madame dried her tears"
'H All, that will be lovely beard her
say, IS l carried my treasure away; 'and
like The colorcd ones best. And the money,
You see, my friend, is far better; it will
feed and clothe the children, whereas the
wreath-we could only look at it
<"You are interested in it now, are you
rot, Lady Grace? You will all come and
have tea in my rooms tomorrow afternoon,
and see the wreath OF roses? Poor fellow,
what a sad pity it was that he died so
young!"
PROMOTING THE MIzzER.- From the Chi
cago Times. Zach. Chandler, by grace OF
Michigan backwoods college, is now
doct or Of laws. Some years ago he was a
doctor OF returns from the ballot-box.