The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1881-01-13

| youth and health, vivid interests and
steady industry, so that everything that
presented itself, work or leisure, study
or exercise, nature or art, found her re-
sponsive to its call. Time flew on rapid
wings, and brought once more the
white pail of winter and the 10y blast
that outer desolation which only makes
warm fires glow the brighter. and young
pulses beat the quicker, in the contrast
between the death of nature and the in
tense life of heart and home.
Once more upon an icy morning Rosa
mond ventured forth, this time with q
basket which she wished to carry to one
of the hospitals. It was visiting day,
and she was much interested in one of
the patients-a poor seamstress, who in
her time of health had spent many q
long day in Rosamond's cozy bedroom,
had borrowed many q book, and en-
joyed afterward talking over what she
had read with cher young lady," whose
kindness was one of the few bits of SUM-
shine in q limited life.
"Poor Maryr' thought pretty Rosa
mond. "She sha'n't wait for her wine
and book and flowers. The walk will
do me good. But if l could only hide
this basket! do so despise looking
goody." She pulled at her warm cloak,
and tried to adjust q fold over the
basket; but in vain. 1t was more con-
spicuous than ever in its furry sur
roundings, while her manifest desire to
conceal 1t gave certain guilty look to
her innocent burden.
i Why sOaI not young people look
where they are going? Never was step
more fearless and free, and therefore
more safe, than Rosamond Vane' 9; but
the one moment of accident or awk-
wardness comes to all in its appointed
time. She was still bending her head,
and twisting her seal skin, when sud-
denly everything flew out of her hands,
her basket went OF on tangent, her
muff landed in the gutter, and she
found herself flat on the pavement,
realizing for the first time that one does
not have to 60 down into well to see
stars by daylight.
She tried to struggle up, when sud-
denly strong hand raised and held
her. and q voice, not very well known.
but we'll remembered, exclaimed, ut
is my turn to help you now"
With flush of annoyance Rosamond
shook out her skirts, Strengthened her
hat. and put the hair out of her eyes;
then. looking up, met Philip Blount's
quizzical glance, and burst into q peal
Of laughter.
sit is too funny" she gasped. as
they shook hands, and he rescued her
muff, and picked up the basket. But
its contents! Jelly. wine and flowers
mingled their sweetness; and Westward,
Ho! plastered with snow and sticki-
ness, looked as if it we're flowing with
milk and honey. The street was as
deserted as on the former occasion; but
Philip felt, as he ruefully gathered to-
gether the broken glass and the drip
ping rose-buds, that the man who could
walk up any New York street carrying
that wretched basket, could storm q
breach or lead forlorn hope. Balak-
lava was nothing to it-nothing!
However, every man can be hero if
he chooses. At arm s-length he held
his dripping burden; then turned gayly
to Rosamond, and said, Twill you take
my arm once more?"
RosamOnd was not hurt, not even
very much shaken, after the first mo-
ment; but she took his arm, and turned
homeward. Mary must wait till another
day; there was no use in going to the
hospital now.
"When did you return?" she asked.
"Only yesterday. This is my first
walk in New York. 1 was just think
ing of my last one, and of you, when
you precipitated matters SO unexpect-
eddy. Are you sure you are not hurtP"
mot a Bit" she said, merrily. II
know better than to sprain my ankle.
Don't think, though, that undervalue
your succor; it requires great strength
of mind, if not of body, to carry that
basket"
"That day." he answered, little in
coherently. Ibid we not get each other
mutually into q scrape, 1 wonder?
wonder, too, whether you have heard
the last piece of news from England:
At st. Georges, Hanover Square,
Mabel, only daughter of Henry Braith-
waite, Esq. of New York, to- Miss
Rosamond, do you really not know that
Fred Boone is married?'
Her start was irresistible; but it was
start of relief and joy as much as sur
prise.
II am very glad" she exclaimed.
+" But do you really mean-is it possible
he has married Mabel?'
"Even so. was at the church, and
shook hands with the happy pair.
Everything was strictly elegant and
properly arranged, and they are likely
to live in England for the present"
Their eyes met once more, and
neither could resist comical smile, al
though Rosamond's color had deep
ened. and Philip thought how pretty
she looked in her amused embarrass-
ment. Even now he was nearly uncon-
scious of what it was that had pulled at
. his heart-strings as he congratulated
! the well-matched pair at st. Georges
and suddenly resolved, as he passed out
OF the church, that it was no time for q
man to dawdle away his life in another
country when work If not happiness
awaited him at home.
Need we 60 farther? Is it necessary
to state in plain words that this was by
no means the last walk which this
young couple took togetheri Their
intimacy grew rapidly, and the thread
of sympathy which ran through their
fates only broadened and strengthened
with time. And thus it came to pass that
when one day Philip asked, '.Rosamond,
will you 60 through life with me2'' she
could neither feel nor feign surprise,
but said, demurely, though with a hap
Ply glow of emotion in her bright face,
If do, we had better take for our
motto, United we stand, divided we
fallv "-Harper's Bazaar.
An Arkansas Dog Story.
Captain PEGS Pritchard owns q dog
that he would not part with for the
world. The world is pretty large
offer. but he would not accept it for his
dog Bruno. When in Memphis not
long ago, Bruno got separated from his
master in the crowded street, and when
the Captain went on board a steamboat,
on his return to Little Rock, the dog
was nowhere to be seen. The owner Of
Bruno was much affected by the failure
of his faithful follower to stay with him.
They had travelled many times from