The Grenada gazette., 1888-01-07

on until within twenty-four hours OF
my wedding day. and that morning I
was in my office here on the watch for
my sweetheart. who soon. all smiles
and bushes. with the consciousness
that 1t was tho last time as a maiden.
came tripping down the street.
went out to meet her. This bush, not
half as large as it is now, stood hero
in my window.
90 said my bride that was to be.
in pretty rapture. Nancy has sold
you her rose! Did you cross 1t root
and branch with silver coine'
"'Not l. Nancy gave it to me OF
her own sweet will.
IA Jealous flush came over my girl s
proud face.
"I thought she said, that your
visits there were more frequent than
her illness called for. You love her,
and if you are fair to her you are false
to me.
II made sharp reply She had
charged me with double dealing. We
were both terribly angry. The next
morning we were to have been mar
ried. That was fifteen years ago and
we have never spoken together since.
Nancy was going away to fulfill a
promise made in childhood, and she
gave me her rose because l had saved
her life for her lover Perhaps had;
but she unknowingly ruined mine.
kept the bush, and it has blossomed
every month with all its might. More
than one young mother has begged OF
me some dainty buds to clasp in her
dead baby's hand, and many a bride
has pleaded with sweet lips for just a
few blossoms to gem her hair have
denied them all, and have never cut
one of tho flowers until it withered
from the stem. 1t was not for Nan cy's
sake, either. but somehow for the life
that was to have blessed mine.''
'But you did not love your sweet
heart much" ventured Lottie. wink
ing off the salt drops that lad collect
ed on her long lashcs.
'Not love hcr?" roared the doctor.
"Zounds! can a chit like you ander-
take to gauge the depths Of a mans
soul?''
If you had you would have acted
differently" bravely asserted this
small council of one. sitting in judg-
ment, with her chin resting on her
hand.
"Acted differently" thundered the
irate doctor pray, Miss Wisdom,
how should l have acted?"
"You would have said to your sweet
heart: 1 do not love Nancy, but lido
love her rose. She is going away and
gave it to me in gratitude. But !
give the rose and myself and all that
l have to you, because l love you bet
ter than all the world. Then, dom t
you see that every thing would have
been smooth, and you would have been
all these years full of joy!'
POUNDS! SO l should?' exclaimed
the excited doctor, rising to his feet.
John, come in here" he called.
Help me wrap up this rose tree.
There, put it on your hand-sled and
draw it home for this young lady and
set it in the house. Aud you, little
miss, present it with my compliments
and best wishes to Miss Henrietta
Henshaw. Good heavens, what a
foolr said the doctor, striking his
bald head vigorous thump, when left
alone.
Lottie did as she was hidden, giving
Aunt Hetta such galyanic shock as
to paralyze her; but the good lady
came to enough to glance furtively
down the street to see really that the
''impertinent white thing was no
longer staring at her from the doctors
She had q bay-window,
loo. looking southwark. and into it
she contrived to roll the great box.
with its wealth of white blossoms.
The DOCTOR looking stealthily out
from his dismantlcd corner, drew hi,
own conclusions.
"Ahem!" said Miss Hctta. 'How
long would it take to work that non
sense you were talking about?'
Il could get it done by night"
yasped Lottie, all Of a delicious trem.
bic.
"Well. child, l did not mean to be
ross. Take this, and do as you please
with it."
Lottie's hand closed quickly over the
gold coin; she did not need tenth OF
t, and she worked the whole after
loon, to the detriment of her blue eyes
md the loss Of her supper, till on
,arnet ribbon broad satin stitch OF
,old, ornamented with tiny forget-me.
lots, lettered out the H. B. M. which
TODD not for Her Brittanic Majesty,
nut some one every bit as regal-Hen-
y B. Manvers, otherwise Harry.
She had run down to the hall, which
vas flooded with light and greeted
larry, and had just secured the hat.
'and in his hat, when tho parlor doors
we're thrown open, and there stood
Aunt Hetta; blushing through the
rosts OF forty winters, with great
caps OF white roses massed in her
air and clustered on her bosom. Dr.
leach. nnmnnus and nnrtly. was ut