Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-06-26

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things clinging about their skirts, but
they had time to give an admiring
glance st the other couple first.
Before we start" said Hans sudden
~, little constraint apparent in his
voice, "would you come into my atelier,
Madamoiselle2 I have been working at
something l should like to show YOU"
eyes, truly, should like it. have
never been there yet. Let us Co."
They turned back as she spoke, and he
pushed open the door.
"See," he said, lit is not finished yet,
but it is to be wreath of roses"
He led her as he said these words to
where on one side, out of the way of
dust and dirt, it lay-the half-completed
circlet of carved flowers.
"It is pretty" she said. And then,
itw
"No, it is not an ORDER" he said, a
little sadly. ~ have been doing it in
the spare moments after my days work. :"
i" It is pretty" she repeated, touching
with her small fingers the delicate curled
leaves, which surely had the stamp of
genius upon them; "but it wants some
thing," she added, after pause.
"WhatT he inquired eagerly. II
have looked st it 40 often that cannot
find out whether it is right or wrong"
II know" she exclaimed triumphant
ly. "Color! All, Monsieur, if you
could but see the wreath of roses made
last week for the Grafnn Won Adeldorf
for ball, you would know what l mean.
with little clasp of her hands
cit was perfect! Perfect as love"
Her thoughts had quite wandered
away from the delicate flowers before
her; indeed, she did not remember them
until she stood once more in the street,
with the door closed behind them, when
it came across her that she might have
been rude.
"They are very pretty" she said soft
~, "but you see they are not finished
yet. When they are perhaps, who
knows, you might sell them"
"Perhaps," he said. II could try if
you wish it; but when made them I
thought the color swept into his face
&c that you would like them"
eyes, so should if you were rich
enough to give presents, or if. Well,
you will not mind my speaking the
truth to you? You are rather dream
er, are you not? This is a bad thing"
shaking her pretty head. cit does not
make fortune, and money, you know,
one must have. So take my advice
leave off carving things no one cares to
buy, and only do what you can sell.
You are not angry?"
angry" repeated Hans, "when you
are so kind as to take an interest in me
and wish me well! Why but here
they reached the merry, laughing crowd,
and the spot where the omnibus was
awaiting them, and the rest of the SEN
tence had perforce to await completion
at some future time.
And it was sentence Hans had not
intended to complete. Not yet. By
and by, when there was a little more
money in his pocket, and home worthy
of offering to wife, then it would be
time enough to finish that sentence.
But on this as on other occasions, it was
case Of imam proposes" at least so
far as Hans was concerned, for the long,
joyful day over, and tired, holiday-seek-
ers, beginning to consider the quickest
way home, he found himself under a
soft, starry sky walking downward by
the side of Rose Cordier.
1T would be pleasanter to walk" he
had said, standing by the crowded omni-
bus, filled with drowsy, crying children
and wearied mothers. care you tired,
Observation-Disclosures seconds pause
"would you rather driven
"No, will come with you," she had
replied, cit will save the SOUS"
So they had started homeward to.
gethr. And ere very long Hans found
words of the morning.
Love-making seemed so natural, 60
desirable under these circumstances, that
it was difficult to think of waking up on
the morrow to the hard days work, and
the knowledge that where it is go difficult
to keep one, what would be done if there
was yet another.
"lt is selfish of me to ask you, Rose
when l have nothing to offer, but I am
young and strong, aud willing to work.
and l love you, Rose"
Hans stood still as he spoke, and hi!
voice trembled as he clasped the girl''
small hands in his.
Rose was moved too. The tears stood
in her bright eyes, her cheeks looked
pale in the starlight.
eyes, dear Hans" she said timidly. il
that sweet foreign tongue he had Learned
to love, "but, you see -"
eyes, / see. We could not live OF
nothing. No, alas, no! But, Rose"-
the color flushing up into his face agai1
as he said hesitatingly, eve might b
engaged? Could you-oh, I know it
asking a great deal, but could you wal
for mel"
"Ah, Hans, you must not think m
unkind, butt would be go long, an
-" There was no mistaking the girl
tones, even if the words were a it'll
vague.
"And there is Andre Leroux?"
Gle is from my country" cried tn
girl quickly, blushing brig ht rosy rec
ut is natural, among strangers, I shout
like too see and talk to countryman G
my own"
eyes, dear Rose, I am not blamin
3 you. Do not think that. As you cay
8 among strangers, it is pleasant to NEE
;; one who speaks your language. 1t mus
be often lonely for you"
, Eyes, Hans" Rose replied, brushin
9 the tears out Of her eyes. eff it wei
e not for you, l should find the litt]
street but dull and sad since the poc
l mother died. And, ah," as they entere
r the said street, "here we are at home
Q How quickly we have come! Goo
= night, Hans"
l She stretched out her hand as 81
t spoke, and again Hans took it in his, an
, looked down at the pretty face.
). {" 1t is such pity" she said softl,
i shat you have no money"
+ "Such a 2ity," he echoed sadly, looseI
t ing her hand as he spoke.
: "And you are not angry with mel
d che went on.
"Angry? no, certainly not. Why,
Q see of course you were right. 1t was
t silly of me to ask you to wait; you migl
d be an old woman before 1 had enoue
n for us to marry on!'
:, eyes, dear Hans, it would never d
g knew Won WOuld apree with me- whf