The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-07-09

I know, she exclaimed, triumphant
~. " Color All, Monsieur, If VOL
could but see the wreath of roses | mad,
last week for the Graffinn Won Adeldort
for a ball YOU would know what mean
Oh with a little clasp of her hand.
&c il was perfect? Perfect 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 rade
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, . could try il
You wish it; but when | made them
thought the color went into his face
. that you would like them"
8 Yes, 50 | would if you were rich
enough TO give presents, or if. Wei,
YOU viii not mind my speaking the truth
| To YOU You are rather Il dreamer, are
you not ? This is bad thing" shaking
her pretty head. +" 1t does not make a
fortune, and money, you know, one
must have. So take my advice-leave
| off carving things no one cares 10 buy,
and only do what you can sell. You are
not angry p
Angry" repeated Hans, .'when YOU
are 20 kind Is to take an interest in me
and wish me well? Why'-But here
/ they had reached the merry, laughing
crowd, and the spot where the omnibus
was awaiting them, and the rest of the
sentence had perforce to await compile
| ton at some other time.
And it was a sentence Hans had not
intended to complete. Not yet. By
and by, when there was little more
money in his pocket, and a home wor-
thy Of offering to a 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
seekers, beginning to consider the
quickest way home, he found himself
under soft, starry sky walking town
ward by the side of Rose Cordier.
at would be pleasanter to walk" he
had said, standing by the crowded ON
nibus, filled with drowsy, crying chill
dren and wearied mothers. "Are you
tired, Mademoiselle ?"-after a seconds
pause, ''would you rather driver"
mo, l will come with yOu," she had
replied, sit will save the sous"
So they had started homeward to-
gether. And ere very long Hans found
himself reverting to those unfinished
words of the morning.
o,-, ,,,o
desirable under these circumstances,
that it was difficult to think of walking
up on the morrow to the hard days
work, and the knowledge that where it
is so difficult to keep one, what would
be done if there was yet another.
g 1t is selfish of me to ask you, Rose,
when | have nothing to offer, but [ am
young, and strong, and willing to work
and | love you, Rose"
Hans stood still as he spoke, and his
voice trembled as-he clasped the girls
small hands in his.
Rose was moved too. The tears stood
in her bright eyes, her cheeks looked
pale in the starlight
. Yes, dear Hans" she said timidly,
in that sweet foreign tongue he had
learned to love, but you see
q Yes, l see. We could not live upon
nothing: No, alas, no. But Rose,
the color flushing up in his face again
as he said hesitatingly, . we might be |
engaged Could you-oh, ] know it is
asking great deal, but could you wait
for me ?"
. All, Hans, you must not think me
unkind, butt would be so long, and !
-" There was no installing 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.
9 1t is natural, among strangers, | |
should like to see and talk to country
man of my own"
& Yes, dear Rose, L am not blaming
you. Do not think that. As you say, /
among strangers, it is pleasant to NEE,
one who speaks your language. 1t must
be often lonely for you"
q Yes, Hans Rose replied, brushing
the tears out Of her eyes. " If it were
but dull and sad since the poor mother
died. And, ah," as they entered the
said street, here we are at home
HOW QIIChlS We nave COuIe- pOUu
night, Hans"
She stretched out her hand as she
spoke, and again Hans took it in his,
and looked down at her.
''It is such pity" she said softly,
s. that you have no money"
/" Such pity" he echoed sadly,
loosing her hand as he spoke.
d" And you are not angry with me y
she went on.
g Angry no, certainly not. Why,
/ see of course you were right. 1t was
silly of me to ask you to wait; you
might be an old woman before l had
enough for us to marry on!'
." Yes, dear Hans, it would never do.
l knew you would agree with me when
you thought it over. But you will still
my friend p
+" Always your friend, Rose 1t does
not matter, you know, how poor a friend
is" Thus they parted Rose to weep
few tears, and then to fall asleep and
dream of Andrew Leroux; Hans to
ponder over whether there was nothing
to be done, nothing he could do, to bet
ter his position.
1t was so difficult, more difficult in
the prosaic light of day even, than when Z
dreaming over it pipe in mouth, in the
soft summer evenings.
Carving the letters of dead friends
often painting them on
common black wood, for the customers
who sought out the little ateller of Hans
Gottlieb were not often well-to-do-is
not swift road to a fortune.
And although he was not proud, and {:
after Roses remarks about the time /:
wasted over the wreath of roses, which &
might perhaps have been turned to bet
ter account, he had done what little odd
Jobs he could after working hours, still
even then the little heap of saving did
not seem to increase much. I