Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1882-03-16

unbraded brown hair streaming round her
ana away in the WIND, made q pleasant
picture. Yet it yexed him that it should
be made BY his Rosa, who six months ago
had been all but his wife, planning their
house and home with him, choosing their
! chairs and sofas, till bedeyiled by this
medieval idiot and his sister, a growled5
Joe. Then spasm Of humility seized
him. and he didn't Wender she preferred
the italian beauty Of the youth to his own
giant stature and Saxon tints, the novelty
Of the one to the long usage Of the other.
For all that il had occurred 10 him that he
might counterfeit a portion OF the bedeyll-
ment by seeing if there were nythings IN
this sad sister G adys;; yet, On the whole,
he was too hurt and angry and disguised TO
try, and he rubbed his short elbow cslTls,
and flashed his great gray eyes at them,
and strode away, gnaWing bis nonsbache,
after one dismal glimpse Of Rosa atching
up the chnging skirts round those pretty
ankles Of hers, to dance down ]. the path
| more trippingly, and waving her scarf
with her arm, the scarf whose GINNING dis
! position was the nearest that she, in turn,
dared approach to angel sleeves.
| Joe knew that the girl in the long sulph ur-
CulOItu EoWil sSi oiisC ssAS ~ ~.
vet, reading book as she walked with
| downcast head and face, was Gladys, and
| he knew Just why she walked there, and at
| this moment his great figure cast d shadow
! at her feet, but he would none Of her, and
| went back for q little solaee to Aunt Eanics.
i saw you, said The good but contrary
!! and old fashioned soul, from the window.
And ] saw that bilious 10 oking girl making
!, eyes at you. She looks Iike the lady in
the lobster. But don't you be troubled
Joe. Only have patience, and it will all
come right Rose isn't really O. foolyet.
You go right on furnishing your house as if
nothing had been said or done. . ~
81 don't know that I want to, said Joe,
gloomiiy.
Don't know that you want tor cried
Aunt Eunice. Then there is really more
mischief done than I feared. Don't know
that you want to? Joe, If you don't want
to, ], II sue you for breach OF promise
myself. s 4 s.55a
1t was a long summer to poor Joe, who
had expected by this timeto bereveling IN an
ideal world Of happiness, with q charming
wife at Niagara III June, at Newport IN July,
at the Crawford Notch in August, and in
September sitting in their home in the
Boston suburbs, the home that was to be
nothing but a nest Of love and music and
JOY and goodness. And here was Rosa
never letting him mention the subject,
planting her sunAowers over, and rescuing
but two Of them from the birds again, going
about with her little thumb through a
! palette patched in duIlest colors Of old gold
OK dirty green, or spending hours over her
easel where an ethereal pot Of impossible
lilies were trying to put on off ~
semblance Of reality, drsping old ironing
blankets at her windows, and talking Of the
ineffab1e dream of dead light blooming
in the slumber Of their tawny Folds,
uttering further faniaronade of spiritual,
idylic and realistic whims, and living III any
world but his world. It was altogether too
much for poor Cousin Joe. He could endure
the hatefulness Of all no longer; Rosa in all
sorts of gowns but her wedding gowns,
all sorts Of possures but her old one of his
worshipper; Rosa with a well Of separation
growing up between herself and him; Rosa
lapt in the contemplation OF Tanltles and the
admiration Of this little painting chap, who
was SO rapt in the same admiration that he
did not need hers--it was all detestable, q
nightmare from which it was time to wake,
an experience that it was best TO be done
with. Joe had had as many sleepless nights
and bitter days as he cared to live through;
be would cut the knot once and for all, and
forget her. His friend Arkwright's bark
was 1t Long Warf now, fitting out for Aus
tralia; he would take passage in her, and
put himself beyond sight and hearing of
what tormented him. And when he was
gone, perhaps Rosa would miss him, and
begin to listen to reason But no !; on the
whole, he didn't know that he wanted her to
90 So And then he asked himself what in
TIE world, in that case, was he making
all this fuss about?
There she was now, down by. the
bed Of sunfowers that had not
come up, and where the weeds
had come up-but Rosa had joined
the school that loved weeds tending those
two tall late stems THAI were just beginning
| to open their big disks when all the other
sun flowers had withered.
ss'.rhat is just the t.ing,a said Rosalys,
| as he approached. They come, You see,
| when no one else has them. and just as if
they knew all about the party in Gladys
garden to- night. The idea of your being
Guy Of Warwick, Joe! Just the represe sen
! tatiDn Of brute strength. AS if there We're
1 any poetry, or beauty, or soul food, in. such
4 a part! I am to be the Morning Star
4 That means something
81 1T might mean everything.
4 IL IS. You never can be serious, Joe. s
# cts enough for the garden party TO bt
/ serious. A garden party in October!" NJ
! ices, b g IA
Those that don't like out doors cal
n stay in doors, you know. IL shall be every
& where. And I shall wear one OF thos'
Il great, shining suns just over my heart, th'
\, buds t,ailing down inc front and side, ant
u ending in the other great shining one o.
,ay train. Won't that be delicious
/. A II it were on any one else, she woul'
be taken for All Indian sqnaW. limits all "si
Ven ii ISM on any one else; its on me
~ GLADYS is to be Twilight, but I am gong 7
Ia liz ATnrnir q Sst.r. vnIl know. she crieo