Union County courier. [volume] (Elk Point, Union County, D.T. [S.D.]) 187?-1913, 1879-07-02

pain - NE great honest heart Of Han,
0ottleib. But he did not repine, did
MT blame Rose. II waso one Of Che many
miafostunss Of mot being rich, that WA
only aburden, like 10 many others thai
fall 70 tho lot Of the poor mana part
Eof hls days work.
Is was not % often now that Rosl
Cordief ran across In the cleaning X
ar how his work progressed, and tn,
neiEhbors ceased to gossip and nod theil
heads whom they saw them speak to on.
another. 1T was changed, al that they
had thought likely to come to paas-tha
wind was In another quarter now-they
could re-, al, yer, It was not difficult K
no what was coming"
Only the children did not forsake
Hans, but were Just - eager to talk Il
him and run after him - in the day.
whom there was no spruce Ffenchman tc
share with him the honor Of the narrow
street.
Then came . morning when Hans, a.
he worked, raw . couple issue from the
opposite house, followed BY q many
neighbors ~ could spare an hours holt.
day; Rose, with . late Gloire de Dion
in her belt, : bright color on her cheeks,
and her dark eyes shining with pride
and happiness, and her hand on Andres
arm.
"Good morning. Hans" she cried In
her sweet voice, a. she passed his open
door. II am to be married this morn
ing, but We shall not take the wedding
holiday till Sunday. If you can come,
do" And then passed o. before there
VA . chance of saying more than "a
happy future" That evening, a. Hans
worked at the rose-wreath-it was nearly
completed now-he CHANGED 70 look
across to the window were he had 30
often seen the bent head and the trim
figure. But tonight the lamp wa lit,
for It soon grew dark now, too noon for
work to be relinquished with the twi-
light, and on the Blind was the reflection
of tr0 heads, of four busy hands.
Hans did not look again; he drew
down his own blind then, and with q
sigh went back to the carving Of his
delicate rose leaves.
But after that evening he gave up his
little room, packed his few goods, and
made up his mind to 60 away-to 20 to
Rome, that haven of ambitious minds.
Now that the little savings were not
all to be boarded against the day when
they might be wanted for another, i,
wa no use guarding them any more,
Better, 30 Hans decided, use them in
going away to where daily bread might
perhaps be easier come by than in this
narrow German town; where, perhaps,
the carving he was 80 fond Of might
gain him ~congenial work, and allow him
to put on u side this other work that
occupied him now.
Besides, II the worst came to the
worst, and he did drift into utter power.
ty, it did not SO much matter now.
And with that "now," Hans buried
the past and started forth on his travels.
First, however, he went across the
street, and for the first time entered
Roses domain, Mime. Leroux, as he had
to call her.
II have come to wish you goodbye,
Madame" he said. "And see, / have
brought you az q parting present the
little wreath. It ia finished now"
He laid it down AZ he spoke among the
c0l0red roses on the table, between Mon
and Madame ~ they sat at work.
"Oh, that is good of you, very good"
cried Rose, the over ready tears coming
into her eyes. "And 80 you are going
All, my husband" turning to.
ward spruce, neat fingered NJ. LerOux,
" thou must also wish Monsieur Hans
: God-speed,' for in the old days before /
was married, he was alwaysa kind friend
10 me. And see also, what q beautiful
present he has brought usl"
At his wife's words M. Andre stood up.
"M0nsieur Is amiable, most amiable |
Any friend of Madame is dear to the
heart of Andre Lerouxl Let me wish
you : Bon voyage and much prosperity"
Then there wa . brief farewell from
Hans, q few tears from Rose, another
bow from N. Andre, and Gottlieb had
departed, and the husband and wife
were left alone.
alt is graceful, very graceful" said
the Frenchman, lifting the parting gift
Of Hans. "One would scarcely have
thought his great hands could have fash
Toned such q thing. When it grows
dark, dear wife, if you fetch a nail and
piece of cord, I win myself attach it
to the wallI"
otis pretty" said his wife. ri always
thought 30, but now, Andre, that I see
1t among all these red roses, l am sure
that what l said of it at frst Is quite
true-it wants ~color"
"You have it exactly, my wife," re-
piled n. Leroux, with fond appreciation
Of Roses c~leverness. "That Is just what
1t ~needs-but, then, We cannot have
everything" And M. Andres gaze re-
turned with much Satisfaction to the
crimson roses before him.
1t would have surprised this couple.
perhaps, If they could have seen on into
the coming years, If they could have lis
tened to the words of q world.renovned
collector of the beauties of art.
"He only did two of them "-he wa
some three or four 2 Lis.
teners In . London ball-room-"the one
that he did for Levison, and which first
made him famous. You never saw til
Why, it il = marveli 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, a. you know, he only Just
lived long enough to know he was
However, when I was last in Freid-
richburg, his native town, and striving
TO fnd out all ] could about him-if he
had done anything before he went to
in that wretched narrow
street, a. / was telling you before, l found
This fac-simile of his greatest works
present to q sweetheart, I suppose. They
had told me abe knew him, that he used
Q live opposite to her, 50 I called to zee
II | could CLEAN anything about him,
md there, hanging up on the wall, l saw
hat very wreath that had been haunt
ng me for monthsi"
"How did you persuade her to part
With it"
"Ah, Lady Grace, that was not very
iGcult-honest English gold. Her
yes glistened at the sight Of it'll Very
pretty eyes they were, too! She cried