The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1886-12-31

lover; I have been a very happy
woman, and your"
II married" he said, looking down;
"my wife was a pretty child; we we're
together six weeks and l never saw
her again; she died while she was in
China. My life hasn't been a very
bright one, but I've got back my faith
IN human n~ature-and you-for all
these years I've misjudged you"
And now, with goodbye. you will
say, i forgive her?'"
YES" he said slowly, ''since you
ask it'll forgive her." and he went
away. He didn't see her again until
Johnhad been dead four or five years.
Poor John! how he did love Rose and
how she nursed him day and night.
He left everything to her for her
life, and to her-not his-chil.
dren when she died-foIks wondered at
that. Everything was fixed about the
boys to save Rose: they were to go to
school and then to college so soon as
Rose was left in her pretty home with
Rosebud her baby, that John had
loved So. She's been off a good deal
travelling, and last summer when the
boys were home on vacation and were
so happy wandering about the
woods with Rose and the Rosebud
all children together-they met Cap
tain Daintre, and it seemed to him
the old days had come back, she was
SO young and SO sweet. The boys
took him right into their hearts, they
tell in love with sea stories and were
so sorry he had resigned. Rose was
his d~arling-the little one | mean, for
it used to provoke me sometimes, he
used to treat my Rose just as if she
was-well, his grandmother. He used
to go there q good deal and he came
to our house almost as often, for
George and ] did like him SO much.
One night just about twilight, Louis
tapped on the window; he knew
George was away and asked me to go
over to Roses with him to return
some books she had lent him. She
was such a reader, and as she had
books about everywhere and he had
been everywhere they were always
good companions. We walked right
in, and I pushed the portiere aside at
the library door and saw such a pref
ty picture that / motioned Louis to
look. Rose had on a soft white dress,
and she was sitting in front of the fire
in a big, low chair, with Rosebud kneel-
ing in front of her, playing with her
rings and her little watchchain."
Mamma" she was saying, II stop
ped at Mrs. Dermot's, coming home,
and she said how pretty you ere,
Mamma"
Rosie laughed a little. "Was that
what / said?"
mo, but / just thought of it-she
said she supposed no-'sposed | was
going to have a Christmas gift from
my mar-and l said I'sposed-so's
not TO hurt her feelings by talking
better, you know, / 'sposed / was, and
she said she lowed as it was to be a
new par, and how would / like that;
she said she lowed you was going to
marry the Capting. Oh, mamma, do.
/ wish you would-he's so lonely
Louis put me aside as if / were a
baby. 'tRose, Rosie, darling, he cried,
twill you? | never dared ask, but this
dear child gives me courage. / asked
you eighteen years ago if you loved
me. Do your"
Well, / suppose, she said she did,
for the wedding if going to be Christ
mas night in her own house all filled
with greens and her great tall boy
is to give her away. Rosebud says
she's going to give him to mamma and
mamma is going to give him to her;
! know they will behappy, but-think,,
they'll have to do without all these
beautiful long eighteen years that
George and / have had together
KATE WOODBRIDGE MIcHAELIs.