The Canton advocate. [volume] (Canton, D.T. [S.D.]) 1877-1897, 1879-06-19
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| Millicent to hersolf. s'Nobody could
guess how poor we are. Oh,whata hard,
hard worldr' E,s[. -
Then She went On On not tctt daring inc to SPEAK speak
again, and her rose dropped a little in
her fingers, ana still no q one seemerf diss2'
posed to buy it. j sTad .Yl9Haoa 10 .ftstx'
In her excitement she had walked
further, than she knew a ~ Al iioa ag'P
! She was far down Broadway, and be-
fore her was the Bowling Green, with its
newly-trimmed grass plot and its silverryy
fountain. EGzE t8H alE! ads fisS& S7sa1'
A little further on the Battery, newly
restored esa to its pristine glory, and onlits
benches some blue-blouseds emigrants
with round faces, and their .bareheaded
wives with woolen petticoats and little
shawls crossed over their bosoms and
knotted at the waist '9ga sEErfEg 5tj Ed II
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 few, pennies, !,
but when She offered it to them, she saw
they were more prudent at".l eAio" a =
They only shook their heads solemnlvi
and looked away from her. .dw15E m
And this last hope gone, despair seized
upon Milicent.
! She sat down. upon bench and began
to weep bitterly. % tiIa bh&F ta EtiR3u
The twilight was deepening: naltsl eva
! 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 si i'.@5'sS N2-'.+,@ 7'%
She covered her face with her hands !
the rose dropped into her lap unheeded.
She care for 1t no more. 2 aprs-s l.F1
Fate was so much against her that no
ope would even buy, a beautiful flower,
like that other. NJ '71''''l' .@
There were steps 'p''& s1' ~. ~ '@,
She needed them not. @ea5e- -s7f" d@1a#
There were voices. ss5 st*fgfnEF Il
1t mattered not to her. z.fqf taI 2.lFI!zl
Suddenly some one said: .af ,,sr t,sl, r..
t"What beautiful rose" -. 81.
And the words caught her car.
= She looked up: s.'a i. "o"R' @"t ''ts
Three Or four seafaring men, with bun
dies in their hands, were passing qby,
fresh from the ocean evidently, emhrown-
ed with the sun and wind, and with the
ships roll stillin their gait. ~. Es'9 2
Sailors were always generous. One of
these would buy the fower.e sys7st q gf5g
She held out the flower. = ,,.,. .,f,y,.,i
Buy it please" she whispered, family.
sPlease buy this rose" +. ~ 7''' -
e 81 am glad to get it, said a stout, ell
derly man, slipping forward. st"What's
the price, my lass? Will that do?p gw d5fl
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 :i@2 aiA7' 81 Ht' 2F@' @#1st~H
t'What's the trouble, lass Don't be
afeared to tell me- hadsav little girl of
my own once. She's, dead now. Tell me,
can I help you?" RI; W. ~ ras,o ..., .~,r
Millicent looked up.
The mans face was half hidden by his
hat, and he was stouter and graycr than I
her father had been, but she fancied a
o. ''You have helped me-, sir she said,
s'by buying the rose. Thank you very |
much. My father was sailor too; and |
he was shlpwrecked."
"It'sa sailors fate,'' said the man. sits
time you were. getting home, lass. This
city is no place for young girl to be out |
in after night. But just wait, 4 sailors I
orphan has claim on a sailor. and my
poor little ALillicent would have been
about your age if she had lived.pG .ssb{
"Millicent.'' screamed the girl. "Oh,
my name is Millicent. I'm frightened.
l don't know what to think You look
like himAyou. I'm Millicent Blair.
My father was Roger Blair. Is it a
dream? 1t can't be true. It can't be
father,' sss~ 9 aaa sza-.gs- ara.t s499, 4
arms, and she knew that the sea had given
him back to her -"' - -"
Wrecked with the vessel, but not lost,
le had been cast upon a desert island,
he escaped after, three weary
years, only to find his little home empty
The widow had left her little cottage
% earn her living in the city, and the
news Of her death had been brought
pack to. her old home by some, one swhoI
had been in New, York when she died.,
ind Who had either heard or imagined
hat he heard that her children were dead
llso. aa92l lE.a. d9BUJdt nGiEj1Aq gaf ~
And the news was told to dRogerB Blair
~ kindly people who believed it thor
'ughly, and he had borne it as, best he
could, and had sailed the sea again, a
weary, heart-broken man.
He had not found all his treasures, but
hat some were spared was more than he
lad ever hoped land the meeting between
father and daughter was like two, arisen
from the dead. l&sAt .Ri4l .zasf1 +1taL!t
And so theirosel bush had done more
for Millicent than she could have dreamed;
and to this day it is the II jostz cherished.E
treasure in the little home where the old
man lives with his two daughters; and
when once month its blossoms fiji the
air with their fragrance, they crowd
about itas the shrine Of fse some ne sainntedlI intlI|
thing, and whisper: ! j,
"But for this we should still be parted" "
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