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

chanting smile, and went down as he
went up. And he-he also never knew
what brazen boldness, what wild daring,
possessed him when be stepped to her
side as she walked home from church
next day, and said: 4" May I give you
my name in exchange for your rose?"
And although he had but introduced
himself, he somehow took to heart the
literal Interpretation of her words, and
in wild, eager, silent way, considering
himself engaged to her from that mo-
ment, whether she we're engaged to
him or not; and grown bold thenceforth,
he always called her in his thoughts his
Rose. One day, speaking with her-for
after that they often met-he called her
80 aloud, and she was in no wise startled;
it came so naturally, as if she had known
of course, that the sun was going to rise,
and this was the first rosy CLEAN of
dawn. Yet following it came little al
formations of Joy and terror. " Perhaps
he would not have dared to call me SO"
she thought, in her shame-faced humil-
iation, eff [ had not been so forward.
Perhaps he does not respect me, after
all" And then, in spite of her trouble,
her heart would bound with gladness
to think that she had given him the
sprsy, to think he had called her his
Rose.
It was winter as they came to that,
and the skaters we're making merry.
She had come down to the lake with her
uncle, who was famous skater; had
bound on her skates, and slid away with
him; had left him to tighten strap,
had lost him, and had been found by
Adrian, and together they had glided
away; and then the late afternoon red
dened into sunset and purpled into twi-
light, and they were skating up the
stream, and leaving all the cries and
fires and flashes behind them. How soft
and fresh was the vigorous air! how rich
the violet of the gathering night! how
great the glow of the wind-shaken stars!
Now it was no longer hand in hand that
they went, but his arm was about her !;
they swept out on long curves together,
and moved as if the pulses of one heart
impelled them: and now they turned the
corner of bluff; now, far out of sight
of all the world, they paused, and there,
in the wintry dark, they were folded
heart to heart and mouth to mouth. If
the SHOWS had fallen around them there
and clothed them with a garment of
death, if the ice had parted under their
feet and plunged them into the drown
ing waters, they would hardly have ask
ed any more. Their passion wrapped
them, so like Dejanira's robe of fame,
from all the freshness of death, that the
coming of eternity upon them in each
others arms would seem but its sacra-
mental seal. And suddenly a rude,
hoarse cry broke in upon the sphere
where they were resting-the great
hoarse voice of Professor Redmond, and
| Ella was snatched from Adrian's grasp,
and dozen singing words were whirled
at him, and the uncle had carried her
off as the wind carries of feather.
Adrian skated back alone. He scorn-
ed to move till the professors heels cut
ting the ice could be heard no more.
Where had all that splendor of the
night gone? It was the darkness and
GOODNESS of desolation now. He took a
terrible grind at mathematics that night
and the next day presented himself be-
fore the professor and asked of him the
promise of his niece in marriage, only to
receive in return the latest and curtest
and most insulting of orders never to
darken those doors again.
For all that" said Adrian stoutly,
"I shall marry my wife,"
The professor looked at him and burst
into furious, roaring laugh. "Tooral:
looralr' sang the professor. "Begonen'
he Numbered.
The winter wore away at last, and if
| the professor kept the Rose from her
lover, he could not keep the color from
the velvet cheek if he were near, the
glow from the darkling eyes if she were
there, the smile, forgetful of all creation,
on the lips of both. He began to hate
Adrain. He would have been glad to
mark him out of existence, if marks
could have done tout of his college
existence at any rate; but the boy gave
him no chance. He deserved no repri-
mand, and none could be tortured into
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 beggar?' the professor
growled one spring day, when they met
him in the square again, and, the bare
headed silent reverence ended, he had
passed on without greeting. " Who is
the beggarW growled the uncle Redmond
{" to whom you choose to give a glance
when [ forbid i'll, who stand in your
dead fathers shoes? A fishing mer
chants son, indeed! One might sup
pose that, reared as you have been, the
very thought Of such connection would
smell to Heaven a..5-
Gle never touches fish, said Ella
feeling obliged to answer, although if be
had been a fisherman on the Bradol
coast, it would have made no difference
with her. "He never sees them. Ht
sits at desk in a counting-room, miles
away from the warehouses, and hi
clerks write in books all day. Anc
Adrian will do so too"
cha is rich, then, supposep'
els hep she asked innocently. "]
never thought, indeed"
"He is not rich enough to have you.'
was the reply.