St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1888-01-01

its there were more frequent than her
illness called for. You love her, and il
you ere fair to her you are false
-, ma,
81 made sharp reply. She had
charged me with double dealing. We
were both terribly angry. The next
morning we were to have been married.
That was fifteen years ago, and we have
never spoken together since. Nancy
has gone away to fulfill promise made
In childhood, and she gave me her rose
because had saved her life for her
lover Perhaps l had; but she
had unknowingly ruined mine.
! kept the bush, and it has
bl0ssomed 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
lips for just few blossoms to gem her
hair. have denied them all, and have
never cut one of the flowers until it
withered from the stem. 1t was not for
Nancy'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, winking
Off the salt drops that had collected on
her long lashes.
Not love her?" roared the doctor.
BOUNDS! can chit like you undertake
to gauge the depths of a mans sOul?"
IF you had you would have acted diff
ferently," bravely asserted this small
council of one, sitting in judgment, with
her chin. resting on her hand.
Acted differently" Numbered the
irate doctor. "Pray, Miss Wisdom, how
should have acted?''
'YOu would have said to your sweet
heart, Il do not love Nancy, but l do
love her rose. She is going away and
gave it to me in gratitude. But | give
the rose and myself and all that | have
to you, because l love you better than
all the world Then, don't you see,
that everything would have been smooth
and you would have been all these years
full of jOy!"
"Zounds! 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. And you, little miss, present it
with my compliments and best wishes
to Miss Henrietta Henshaw. Good
heavens, what a fo0lp' said the doctor.
and striking his bald head with vigor-
GUS thump, when left alone.
Lottie did as she was hidden, giving
Aunt Hetta such galvanic shock as
to paralyze her; but the good lady came
to enough to glance furtively, down the
street to see really, that the ''imperti-
nent white thing" was no longer staring
at her from the Doctors bay window.
She had a bay window, too, 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 dismantled corner, drew his
own conclusions.
"Ahem. - said Miss Hetta, "How long
would 1t take to work that nonsense you
were talking about?''
IL could get it done by night" gaSped
DOttie, all of delicious tremble.
"Well, child, | did not mean to be
cross: Take this, and do as you please
with it,"
Lottie's hand closed quickly over the
gold coin; she did not need a tenth of
it, and she worked the whole afternoon,
to the detriment of her blue eyes and
the loss of her supper, till Oil garnet
ribbon broad satin stitch of gold, OF
namented with tiny forget-me-nots, let
tered out III. b. NJ, which stood not for
Her Brittanic Majesty, but some one
every bit as regal-Henry B. Manvers,
otherwise Harry.
She had run down to the hall, which
was flooded with light, and greeted
Harry, and had just secured the hat
band in his hat, when the parlor doors
were thrown Open.and there stood Aunt
Hetty. blushing through the frosts of
forty winters, with great heaps of white
roses massed in her hair and clustered
on her bosom. DR.. Beach, pompous and
pOrtly, was at her side.
Here, little MISS" he shouted, "you
and that rascal run for the parson.''
The willy physician had armed him
self with a ring and strip of paper
signed by the town clerk, and before
one could say Jack Robinson the knot
was tied that transformed Miss Henri
eta Henshaw into Mrs. DR.. Beach.
o Lottie was SO bewildered that she
could never tell whether she said yea
or nay when Henry asked her to be his
wife. But the young rascal seems to
know, for he is building wondrous cas-
ties in the air.
In the sunny parlor, close beside the
rose tree, stands all elegant piano-a
birthday offering to 'little miss" from
her ''Uncle Doctor"