Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1879-10-23

f6TDaps he OOcs uos ACopcC0 Ah0, "asoA
ALL" And then, in spite of her trouble,
her heart would bound with gladness
to think that she had given him the
spray, to think he had called her his
Rose.
1t was winter az they came to that,
and the skaters we're making merry.
She had come down to the lake with her
uncle, who was q 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
md 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 rs 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. IT
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, 30 like Dejanira's robe OF flame,
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 off 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? 1t was the darkness and
GOODNESS of desolation now. He TOOK
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,
SC shall marry my wife,"
The professor looked at him and burst
into furious, roaring laugh. Tooral-
looral" sang the professor. " Begone!"
ne Numbered.
lhe professor kept the Rose from her
over, he could not keep the color from
,he velvet cheek if he were near, the
glow from the darkling eyes if she we're
there, the smile, forgetful of all creation,
IN 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
lim no chance. He deserved no repri-
nand, and none could be tortured into
shape for him. He studied as machine
works. He covered himse'f with laurels !
all the more he would rather they had
)een roses.
"Who is the beggsr?" the professor
yrowled one spring day, when they met
lim III the square again, and, the bare
headed silent reverence ended, he had
passed on without greeting. Who IS
he beggar?" growled the uncle Re lmond,
g 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"
"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. He never sees them. He |
sits at desk in counting-room, miles |
away from the warehouses, and his |
clerks write in books all day. And
Adrian will do so too"
he is rich, then, | suppose?"
Is he?" she asked innocently. IL
never thought, indeed"
He is not rich enough to have you"
was the reply.
" Yes uncle, he surely will" said the
timid thing, solemnly, with her hesrtin
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
and not one word had
Adrian heard from the lips of his Rose,
and letter after letter had been returned
But his ardor WAS unchang-