Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-10-23

shape for him. He studied as machine
works. He covered himself with laurels
all the more he would rather they had
been roses.
"Who is the beggar7" the professor
growled one spring day, when they met
him in the square again, and, the bare.
headed silent reverence ended, he had
passed Oh without greeting. Who is
the beggar?" growled the uncle Redmond,
to whom you choose to give a glance
when l forbid i'll, who staod in your
dead fathers shoes? A fishing mer.
chants SON, indeed! One might sup
pose that, reared as you have been, the
very thong ht of such connection would
smell to Heaven"
"He never touches fish," said Ella,
feeling obliged to answer, although if he
had been fisherman on the Brador
coast, it would have made no difference
with her. "Hs never sees them. H.
sits at desk in a counting-room, miles
away from the warehouses, and his
clerks write in books all day. And
Adrian will do so too"
Hs is rich, then, suppose?'
Is he?' she asked innocently. 81
never thought, indeed"
"He is not rich enough to have YOU"
was the reply.
eyes, uncle, he surely will" said the
timid thing, solemnly, with her heart in
her mouth, but ready to die for her
faith, Then something in Greek ex-
ploded, loud and angry, from the pro-
fessor's throat; and he never again let
his ward out of his sight when she had
crossed the Threshold Love laughs at
locksmiths without doubt; but this lock
smith was very skillful. 1t was almost
midsummer, AMI not one word had
Adrian heard from the lips of his Rose,
and letter after letter had been returned
unopened. But his ardor was unchang-
ed; his love burned with the same white
flame, although there were only smiles
and glances to feed the fire.
And now at last the college life was
drawing to close, and Adrian was the
class poet. Perhaps his passion had
warmed genius into life; there had never
been such poem uttered there before;
but no other poet had had those tender,
yearning eyes before him with the tears
suspended in them, that face 80 like a
flower in the fresh dew. "More organ
grinding" growled the professor.
The lovers met in the press, for one
instant, not long afterward, as that por-
ton of the exercises ended. And when
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 white CLEAN
among the roses. He took them sudden
~ out of her hand, distracted 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 q 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 pail
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 herr So
e.hereally fair-the corn.silk hair, the
eyes like starry bluets; it was the imper-
sonation of girlhood and of innocence.
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roses pinned in her belt just over her
heart, in their center q 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 behere; of course
she wore his flowers, ...rEl.5'
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.. X J. e
Just then the band was softly playing
the Lander waltzes; old Rex was over
towering her with his Aattering speech;
the music was enchanting; there stood