The Vancouver independent. (Vancouver, W.T. [Wash.]) 1875-1910, 1883-04-26

has he lost anything! NO.
What is it he gazes at so intently?
An! It's a vision of loneliness, done up
in Swiss muslin.
Gentle readers-(and when say gen.
tie, I refer exclusively to the female sex)
If make any mistakes in regard to
wearing apparel, just keep it to your
selves.
How beautiful she was More like one
Of the bright beings we see in dreams.
And so sweet!
"All that's bright must fade,
The brightest still the tleetess;
All that's sweet was made
But to be lost when sweetest"
(As this is the first poetical quotation
I have been guilty of, I hope l may be
forgiven.)
She was so frail, breath of air might
have blown her away, if it had tried
hard.
And then her eyes we're so soft, so
melting, and so blue-a sort of an indigo
blue.
And such form! and such foot and
such nose!
She had one of those noses which can
smell from afar off; for she turned her
head as Henri followed, and threw such
q glance at him that he dropped his cane,
and as he stopped to pick it up, he
slipped on piece of banana skin and
came near falling, which was very funny.
But 1 spoke of her form. All, what a
lovely form it was! The most fashionable
of modistes this is French, too) could
not have got it up better.
She wore the smallest of shoes (rum
Der one, ladies size) and-had heels on
them.
She had slight attack of Grecian
bend, but not much to speak of. She
would have had more if the boys hadn't
laughed so.
And her name was Rose!
Henri followed her until she reached
her home. The witch knew he was there,
and as he stood looking at her, she turned
and kissed the tips of her dainty little
fingers to him, and-vanished.
Imagine his feelingsl He didn't know
whether he stood on his head or his
heels He gradually recovered himself,
however, and found that he stood on his
feet.
That night there was fre-a con-
hagration. 1t was at Roses house.
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The house was enveloped in flames,
the upper windows figure clothed in
white.
And, of course, below there was an old
anguish. my child! my child! Oh, save
my child"
Henri seized ladder about seventy
four feet long, and placing it against the
house, soon returned with Rose in his
arms, half dead.
When she recovered (which was i'm
mediately afterward) she drew her night
dress closer about her, and sighed in
low whisper, my deliverer!"
And then looked at him 80 tenderly.
The father grssped Henri by the hand,
and asked him if he could do anything
for him.
"Give me the life have saved. Let
me henceforth protect this sweet flower
from all the rude blasts of this cruel
world"
Which was very pretty-wssn't it?
What could the male parent do but give
his assent; though the thought Of losing
his little cherub grieved him bitterly. 1t
always does.
Time passed on, which Time has got
an inveterate habit Of doing.
Henri and Rose loved each other de-
votedly- at least they thought they did,
which amounts to about the same thing
The weddings day was fixed, and Henri
thought his fondest dreams we're soon to
be realized.
But Rose had an old lover who would
persist in calling. though he must have
known he wasn't wanted.
One morning, few days before that
fixed for the fatal ceremony, Rose didn't
appear at breakfast.
Upon investigating her room il was
pretty evident she had skedsddled taking
With her all her best clothes.
And from certain documents she had
left behind her. it was quite evident that
che had elopsd With the other fellow.
Henri Was inconsolable for time, but
Aaally concluded he couldn't undo what
~ already done.
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