Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1882-09-07

red buds nesting among the glossy
foliage. A young girl, in simple muslin
dress, stood reaching for half-opened
bud. and the exquisite purity of the
flesh tints, and skillful management OF
the sunlight falling on the golden hair
and upturned face, gave evidence of q
master hand.
A sudden exclamation startled the
on-lookers, and a young girl, richly
dressed, forced her way among them,
and stood before the picture, with
hands clasped and tears rolling down
her cheeks.
"Thank God!" she sobbed. 1--WE
have found him at last.''
"Those irrepressible Americansi -
drawled one of two Engiishmen, putting
up his eye-glass, and staring at Rose,
complacently.
50 Mon Dieu,'' exclaimed a little
Frenchman, 'sconanae el le est belle, ?"
81 can give you the artists address"
said young man, evidently an Ameri-
can, in answer to Judge Leland's in
quiries. tsMr. Loring is ill now. He
has been working too hard lately. My
brother, young physician, who came
over on the same ship with him, is now
taking care of him. I shall be glad to
show you the way. Shall I call cabp'
In few moments the carriage turned
into narrow street, and stopped. before
a door. Its occupants. silently Chamber
ed the four long flight of stairs, the
strange young man going before. S'
| els he very ill?" asked Rose, of the
grave young physician who stood by the
| open door. p. ,a7 &
| He bowed and handed her chair. ~
| 81 shall stay" she said, drawing off
her gloves. ~ = -
eft would not be prudent,'' he an
swered. ''It is typhoid-there is dam
ger"
She pointed toward an adjoining
room. "I shall stav," she reiterated.
ssDo you understand He is everything
to me. If he dies, do not wish to live
If I lose my life by taking care of his,
| shall be content. If we both live"
she buried her face in her hands and
murmured: ''Oh, my Father in Heav-
en-, grant it!'' = ! eaat-
The Judge protested; the doctor're-
monstrated; but she simply repeated:
s'I shall stay. You can send me my
maid; she is an Englishwoman, and an
excellent nurse. She will be glad to
Gomez
Rose looked about the studio. Busts,
casts of arms, bits of dusty armor,
quaint old carved cabinets and chairs,
palettes, brushes and meerschaum pipes,
were lying around in utter confusion.
In one corner stood an easel covered
with a green cloth. She walked quickly
toward it, lifted the covering, and her
own face looked at her from the canvas.
How well she remembered that dress.
She had worn it for the first time in
Florence: black gauze, embroidered
with white marguerites, with golden
centers. She held a bunch of deep-red
roses in her hand, so fully opened that
few of the leaves had fallen on
the floor at her feet, making bril-
liant bit of color against the
dark background of her dress. The
face was older than the one in 'sThe
Two Rosehads,' and the figure had
gained in height and fullness. AS Rose
glanced at a piece of paper acarelessly
pinned to the easel, she read the title to
the picture: ssFull- blown Roses.'' s,ab
The days passed YEARLY enough The
sick man in his delirium tossed uneasily
upon his bed, his cheeks crimson, his
lips parched with fever. Once or twice
Rose thought there was CLEAN of recog-
milton as she stood by him, but it was
only for q second.
.sGive me The roses, red roses,', he
cried, in his frenzy. ssRoses are for
all-the poor as well as the rich.'' 10
Then again he fancied he was at the
old farm, with sshis little Rose" and in
most piteous accents he would beg her
tsnot to leave him. At last the crisis
came, and the two women sat waiting 1
in the studio, pale and silent. How
slowly the hours passed! Was it the |
angel of life or of death that lowered over
that roomP Was God to give, or to take
awayp an ,.,l2 -r-f
J Suddenly Rose raised her head; there |
was a sound in the adjoining room. She
started to her feet, and steadied herself
by leaning against chair.
The door opened, and the doctor en-
tered, with light in his eyes that told |
the same story as did the single word he
. "Saved." G a/ts-.
ssGo at once,' said he, leading Rosa
from the room. ga carriage is at the
door, and you need rest. In two weeks
you shall see him. Can trust you not
10 attempt it beforep'' -es,. r., .... /
She raised his hand to her lips. -,
Goodnight, and God bless you"
Evesy day the invalid gained strength.
One LNsasant morning, after he had t
rested from short ride, and was lying
IN lounge, a man entered with a card
'sMrs. Horace Leland. -" And under
heath was written: ssI have rose for
7ou. May l come up with itp''
Ralph looked at the doctor, bewil-
Tered. At this moment the door opened,
Ind Mrs. Leland was seen standing on
me side of the threshold. Rose, with
acqueminot roses at her throat, at her
,elt and in her hands, glided into the
DOM, and threw herself on her knees
It Ralph's feet. 81 a /
eft was no dream, then,'' he cried. l.
Now l can speak at last. 1 am no
onger poor-no longer obscure. Thank
Tod, I have the right to ask you now"
The doctor shut the door, and fol-
owed Mrs. Leland to her carriage. AS
hey drove off, he said: 81 wonder if Z
dear Mrs. Leland, there is