Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1888-08-01

seen the picture exposed for sale IN
shop window.
To 90 and ask for the artist and own
er was her first impulse. Her heart
beat so that it almost chOked her, with
hope of finding her lover.
For they had lost sight of each other
since his going away. Her fathers
bankruptcy and death had hurled her
down from her old high place, 80 that
he could not find her; aud she, having
held no correspondence with him, had
no means of discovering where he was.
1.-THE owner of the picture-a Mr..
Greyson-had left it in payment of
debt" the man in the shop told her.
"Mr. Greyson had been sick and was
very poor. It was to be sold for what
it would fetch, and if 1t brought more
than would pay the debt, the surplus
would 60 to him."
Now Rose had ten pounds. 1t was
all that was left of the little that had
been hers at her fathers death. At the
thought of Clarence, sick and suffering,
all natural resentment and wounded
pride at his parting with her portrait
passed away, and she resolved that the
ten pounds would be his.
The girl was very proud, and it had
stung her to think, when he returned
10 CHILLI uCT, u0 WOuIu uAO uCl pull
that sting was gone now.
So she asked what the debt amounted
to, and found it was four pounds-that
would leave six for his own necessities,
she. thought, with a thrill of Joy. She
was very ignorant of business matters,
and very confiding; it never occurred to
her to mistrust the shopkeeper. AS it
happened-and fortunately for Clar-
ence-he was honest enough.
81 will pay ten pounds for the pic
ture," she said, and handed him the
amount. eff you will give me pencil
and paper will leave my address for
Mr.. Greysen. We are old friends"
The man obeyed, bewiidered; he had
not even expected to realize the amount
of the debt.
This is a piece of luck for him in
deed ~ said he.
She wrote her address, but no name
of course Clarence would know her
her, and the picture, and went home
rejoicing greatly.
Clarence would come tomorrow She
made her poor room bright with flow
ers and such small trif1es of ornaments
as yet remained to her, and put on her
prettiest dress, and took her work and
sat down, in mildly joyful excitement,
to wait.
And he never, never came.
Oh how many bitter histories Of dis
appointed hopes and broken hearts
may be told over in those simple, cruel
words: "She sat down joyfully to wait
for him, and he never, never camel
For a good reason in this instance, he
lay dangerously sick. 1t was without
his knowledge that the picture, which
he had allowed his landlord to hold as
security, had been exposed for sale.
When he recovered, the shopkeeper
had lost poor Roses address, and
deemed it most prudent not to mention
having received 1t all.
Clarence's grief at the loss of the por-
trait was great. He had been as faith
full to his little watching, waiting, de-
spairlng love.
cit is an evil omen," he said, mourn
fully. Il have lost my Rose of Roses
for good and all ~
Evil omen or not, matters began to
mend with him.
The six pounds-trif1ea as it was-saved
him, for while, from the hard necessi-
ty of painting for daily bread, and gave
him time to finish a painting on which
he had built great hopes.
These hopes were realized His paint
ing made success-sold for what seem
ed to him little fortune.
He found patroness- wealthy
Mrs. Vane-was received into brilliant
society; in fact. his days Of misery were
over, and prosperous future lay fair
and bright before him.
"And all thanks to some unknown
stranger, who purchased treasure that
[ priced as my own self? My Rose of
10 mr. hoA
It " %sai'n worm unless you can snare
He would have bought the picture
back at any price, and to that end adj
vertised for it, thus:
"'My Rose of Roses The artist will
give the purchaser of this picture three
times the amount that was paid for it,
And Rose saw the advertisement; it
cut her to the soul.
"He is rich now. and l am poor; he
grudges me even the memory of the
past. Oh, heartless Cruel!"
A cooler second thought suggested
that there might be something to ex-
plain.
write to him-send your address
do not condemn the man you love IN
heard; give him chance to defend him
self"
Thus pleaded reason and love. Pride
pushed them aside.
evil you beg him to come to you
twice? You sent your address before
and were spurned, ignored; will you lie
in the dust at his feet again? Die rath-
err"
And she listened-as women always
do-to the voice of pride land repented it
-as women always do, sooner or later;
for love, in a woman's heart, ever con-
quers pride at last.
She reproached herselff for it now-oh,
how bitterly The silent, patient sor-
row of it made her sick. so that the
skirt was not done, and Edith Vane,
remembering her friends pale face,
and feeling anxious about her, came to
see her.
Her quick eyes noted the picture
turned face downward to the wall;
noted also the name of Clarence Grey
son on the back Of it.
"Why do you turn it so ?" she said.
MAY I look ?"
She did not wait for permission, but
looked unbidden.
cit is pretty! Where did you get