Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1879-07-24


little constraint apparent in his voice. "would
you come into my atelier, mademoiselie!
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, "it is not finished yet, but ii
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 halfcompleted circlet of carved
flowers.
"It is pretty" she said. And then, "Is
it an order? What will you get tor it !"
"No, it is not an ORDER" he said, little
sadly. 81 have been doing it in the spare
moments after my days work."
"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 something" she added,
after a pause.
"What?" he, inquired, eagerly. 81 have
looked at it so often that can not find out
whether it is right or wrong.
81 know" she exclaimed, triumphantly.
"Color! All, monsieur, if you could but see
the wreath Of roses I made last week tor
the Graffin Won Adeldorf for ball you would
know what 1 mean. p-with little
clasp of her hands-"it was perfect Per.
feet as love!"
Her thoughts had quite wandered away
from the delicate flowers before her; indeed,
she did not remember them until they 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 softly
"but you see they are not finished yet. when
they are, perhaps, who knows, you might sell
them"
"Perhaps," he said. "I could try if you
wish it, but when made them | thought
the color swept into his face-"that you
would like them"
"Yes, so I should if you were rich enough
to give presents, or if-well, you will not
mind speaking the truth to you? You are
rather dreamer, are you not? This is a
bad thing" shaking her pretty head. ut
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 to take an interest in me and wish
me we'll ! Why" But here they had reach
ed the merry, laughing crowd, and the spot
where the omnibus was awaiting them, and the
rest of the sentence had perforce to await COM
pletion at some future time.
And it was sentence Hans had not IN
tended to complete. Not yet By and by
when there was little more money in his
pocket, and home worthy of offering to a
wife, then it would be time enough to finish
that sentence. But on this, as on other occa-
sions, it was a case Of "man 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 SOFT starry
sky walking downward by the side of Rose
Cordier.
"It would be pleasanter to walk" he had
said, standing by the crowded omnibus, filled
with drowsy, crying children and wearied es ri
mothers. care you tired, -mademoiselle"-
after a seconds pause-"would you rather
drive p
"No, I will come with you," she had re-.
piled cit will save the SOUS.
So they had started homeward together
And ere very long Hans found himself re-
verting to those unfinished words of the
morning.
Love-making seemed so natural, so desira-
BILE, under these circumstances, that it was
difficult to think of waking up on the NOR
row to the hard days work, and the knowl-
ledge that where it is so difficult to keep one,
what would be done if there was yet an
other.
"It is selfish of me to ask you, Rose, when
1 have nothing to OFFER but am young, and
strong, and willing to work-and I love you,
Rose"
Hans stood still as he spoke, and his voice
trembled as he clasped the girls small hand
in his.
Rose was moved, too The tears stood in
her bright eyes, her cheeks looked pale in
starlight.
ayes, dear Hans" she said, timidly, in
that sweet foreign tongue he had learned to
love, "but, you see"
eyes, see. We could not live upon moth
ing. No, alas, no! But Rose"-the color
flushed up into his face again as he said, hesi.
tatingly, eve might be engaged? Could
you-oh! I know it is asking great deal,
but could you wait for me?"
"Ah, Hans you must not think me unkind, l.,
butt would be so long, and" There was
no mistaking the girls tones, even if the words
were little vague.
"And there is Andre LerouX"
"He is from my country" cried the girl,
quickly, blushing bright rosy red. at is
natural among strangers, I should like to see
and talk to countryman of my own"
"Yes, dear Rose, | am not blaming you.
Do not think that AS you say, among stran-
gers, it is pleasant to meet One who speaks
your language. 1t must be often lonely for
you"
eyes, Hans" Rose replied, brushing the
tears out of her eyes. eff it were not for
you, should find the little street but dull and
sad since my poor mother died. And, all y
as they entered the said street, "here we are
at home! How quickly we have come
Good night, Hans"
She stretched out her hand as she spoke,
and again Hans took it in his, and looked
down at the pretty face.
"It is such pity" she said softly, "that
you have no money!
"such pity" he echoed sadly, loosing her
hand as he spoke.
"And you are not angry with me?" she
went on.
"Angry no, certainly not. Why, see,
of course, you we're right. 1t was silly of me
to ask you to wait; you might be an old
woman before had enough for US to marry