The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1886-11-28
THEOLD HOUSE.

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all that, they were as happy as though
it were q palace building up aboutthem
Youth requires few conditions; it is as
/ sufficient TO itself as Eden it is only the
unsatisfactory middle years. TO which
the loneliness OF the virgin world has
become twice-told tale, that are in
sistent.
In truth. it should have been enough
to content s1y of us simply to be Rose
Marks-the rose no roster, the lily no
snowier, sunshine not more golden than
her hair, more dazzling than her smile;
3 lovely little soul and body, enjoying
every moment of life, and making 1t
precious to every one within her lniiu
ence. She never thought Of gSumeiins
/ that the house was shaky and the iOOI
scanty, but contented herself with tread
4 when there was no dainty, and when
| the roof leaked, moved Ter bed TO
| another room where it did not leak so
badly. Every timber in the OLD house
was dear to her, and she never asked
| for q better. No wonder every body loved
Rose Marks ia general, and her cousin,
Roger. loved her in especial: not her
cousin, that is if you demand the literal
! fact, but her stepmOther's nephew, yet
always called q cousin, and always
| loved like a brother. A brother7 Well,
no, not exactly. People are not so very
/ apt TO think whether or no their brothers
| will like this ribbon or that flower, TO
blush damask If their brothers catch
them gazing at themselves intently, TO
Eout at an inattention from their bro
theirs. or TO have their hearts beat like
/ wild fire at a touch OF the brothers
hand.
| These two children were all alone in
the old house now, for Mr.. Marks and
his wife had followed the elder children,
| who had died when the great typhus
| epidemic ragged some ten years ego. SO
4 Rose kept the old house as she could.
and Roger paid her q regular board
| from his little salary as clerk of the only
store in the village.
How many times Rose had resolved
to go out by the day and do sewing
since she had been sixteen. II could
earn two hundred dollars year easily,
Roger" she would say, as she was map
ping it out 70 Roger in the evening. at
the other side Of the table where he was
studying.
"Hnd what would become of ms2"
Roger said.
but, Roger, ;" then Rose said growing
red and redder, some day. you know.
your will be-married, and then you
want me around.
"Sha'n't II"
"Your wife won't, at any rate: for
you know I'm not even your sister, and
your wife when you marry
Cant you wait till doG" Numbered
Roger, getting up and stalking out Of
the room. You won't forget how TO
sew, will your"
Ard Rose began to cry. and Roger
strobe all around the place till bed time
like an unhappy ghost. He marry Why
was she harpIng on that stringI Did
she want to marry, herself. and have
him FIRST put out Of the uayr And then
he wrought himself into a fury.
And then he groaned and clinched his
fists and asked himself why was he. OF
all men, so placed that nothing could
ever accrue to him. no help reach him,
no one to hold hand to lift him up.
lust suffered to plod along from hand
to mouth, when a little capital would
put him into such q haven, IL re had
but a couple Of thousand dollars to start
with, he could open second store here.
Two thousand dollars-he might just as
well wish for a silver mine. Just as he
said the words to himself. = soft, clear
radient was yelling up over the dusky
garden, and az he raised his head again,
aftfr while, there came the moon float
ing I'D above the horizon of the long in
teryal below. 1t cheered him inexplica-
bic, like an omen, a promise. he stood
up and struck one palm into another.
az will have her yet, he cried and went
to his dreams.
Can you think of anything, Rose,
where we can economic ~ said he NEXT
day.
"For what? In what? With whstI"
$50 that we can raise two thousand
dollars" be answered, grayely.
She sat down as suddenly as If
some gigantic hand had been laid on
her head and had crushed her into the
seat.
Two thousand dollars" she gasped.
I'VE couldn't economic il in two thou
sand years, for don't know where We
waste q cent how"
al must get il in some way. then, If
have TO 60 out saving wood after
hours"
why, Roger7"
"For capital to get into business"
The house would sell for $500 more
than you want.
The houseW he said, that is not
mine"
Rose stood up. moving one thing and
another nervousiy about the table;
her lips trembled, and all at once she
ran out Of the room. "Oh, he cares
nothing for me; he despises me; he
disregards me; he would take nothing
from me Because Ii is mine il is not his
and he wants nothing ofme
"She takes no interest in 1t; she
doesn't care q whit whether | go into
business or not; it matters nothing TO
her." he sighed. Late in the day, 8
cloud slowly rose and hung over the
fields and marshes, till all the sky was
purple and all the land was IN shadow,
and low thunders began 20 growl in its
breast, and sharp hghtnirgs leap from
il. 1t seemed to Roger only something
in accord with bis feelings for il be-
fitted nature TO be as dark as his own
outlook.
It was terrible storm, though before
another hour passed. As the storm
increased, Roger remembered Roses
fear of thunder and plunged out into