The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1885-01-09

% Tu0 woman, tnet were al nGf SIX .; ,
And bright, sweet coquetry, and winning
To pass from memory In the time to come,
There still were left enough for grateful
,-,,,i praise.
In that bjstandtnk Ia The asroest glare,
As one whose. whole brave life 10 one Of GOOD
And tender deeds, she helps oditf gsris 10 grow,
Moro NOBLE through her perfect woman hood:
-Anoh
ROSE BORBlRR., 4
II was gay October morning. There
were still long swathes of mists in the
yal1ej5 bna the ssnshine was warm and
bright on the manor. hfssuss terrace.
where Mr.. Erasmus Scott was psGing
up and down with an open book in his
hand. The frost had not yet bitten the
dahlias 81 ths h4tiotrope, and the warm
touches Of sunlight wers dfswrns out
the penetrating scent of the mignonette
which filled every nook and crevice in
the beds snd borders. From the lawn
you could look 4wxy inte very soft
blue distance. where beech woods xnd
gentle line of hills seemed to malt in
to the sky.
Mr.: Erasmus Scott was little man,
with thin, gray hair, . pink-and.wllite
complexion and meek and kindly fase,
which always wore ore aaptdtlskied expression:
He was about forty-seven, but sssfRisd
older. He hsd lived until Of late in .
little world of his own, with books for
his only companions and friends-for he
had found people difficult to understand
and hard Is please: Hehad been In iin:
successful man; he had loved beautiful
woman in the old days, and she would
not even look at him. He had written Q
learned book, and no one had read it.
His nature was too gentle to be soured,
but he had said sadly, II shall mover
do anything well," and had left the
world and gone back to bis quaint old
manor hodsc, and to his dull, solitary
life. His servants loved him, and treat
cd him like. shild, He was humbly
content with evefytlihg; snd admired
with oil his heart his nephew, DiEE
Scott, q fine, broad-shouldered young
fellow of twenty-five, who was now
away shooting in Scotland. Dick was
q hard rider, q skillful fisherman and 0
good shot. TheTs wns O. handsome
good .humor in his fece which #oit y1u1
heart at once. No one could hear his
CHEEKY voice shouting and singing, and
calling to his dogs without catching
something of his light-heartedness.
He had hitherto been the ono human
interest in Mr.. Scott's life, but lately
there had come new slement into the
the narrow world Of the niahotsh6hss
This was in the shape st little G6iis-
in Of Mr.. Scott, Rose Dormer, who had
come with her widowed mother to live
in cottage near the manor house.
Rose was eighteen, and as sweet and
bright MS pretty wayward girl Gun he.
Beautiful she was not in the strict
sense of the word, but she had all the
charm of youth, and health and gay
spirits. She soon became queen at
the manor-house. Dick and she were
always quarreling, but with ERASMUS
she was ON excellent terms. She came
to see him nearly every day on some
errand of her mothers or on some de-
vice of her own. She picked his flow
ers, ate his fruit and vainly turned over
his books in the hopes of finding pic
lures. For she was of the same opin-
ion as Alice in Wonderland-thata q
book without illustrations and CONVEX
sations is very poor invention. And
10 the summer and early autumn had
slipped away, and ono day Mr.. Scott
had realized to himself with start,
what q change Roses coming had
made in his life. Then he tried to
shake off the idea, and he opened his
books and began to read but in between
the lines, over and over again he read
nothing but Roses name, until he
closed his books in despair, and stood
with his eyes vaguely looking across
the quiet fields into space, dreaming of q
sweet, fresh face with innocent childish
eyes; of willowy figure and dancing
feet; of voice that was as gay and
careless as that Of bird; of Q simple,
affectionate nature and winning ways
Of Rose Dormer, in short. He pictured
her standing in the oriel window framed
by the gray stone and the heart shaped
ivy-leaves, dressed in some soft brown
stuff with . knot of pale pink ribbons
on her dress, aud her hands full of
carnations and mignonette: or sitting
ct the head of the old fashioned oak ta-
hle pouring out tea, with the gravity
and dignity Of an accomplished house.
keeper.
Such thoughts Is these were occupy
ing Erasmus Scott, as he paced up and
down the terrace. And as 80 often hap
pens, the very person he was thinking
Of came tripping by herself to interrupt
his meditations. A large green cook.
ing-apple was thrust under his eyes.
May have this to eat-oh, msy II"
It is really too unwholsome. began
Mr.. Scott, timidly, and Q little sadly
he could not bear to refuse her any
thing.
Nothing ever makes me ILL.," was the
''iasss Must sou asps eat it," asked the poor
9;ss; 9ss; Do as:t,sinGay' 81 ss'Y won't anything
He was 80 comic in his earnestness,
that the spoiled child burst out laugh
ing. Then with pretty smile.
If you don't want me to do it I
He stood looking at her with his
most puzzled expression. until she
blushed, and said peremptorily:
"Show me some books!"
So they vent into the sunny library,
and Rose climbed up the library steps
and sat with big book On her knees
listening to. his explanations of it.
He was afraid he had wearied hsr.
Il. tire you, perhaps?" he said; "you
cannot understand how care. to live
IN this library with all these dusty
books--such life wouldn't suit your
tastes"
II think one could be very happy
here" she answered, softly. -
He dared not. look at hcr, the room
seemed to swim before his eyes, Was