The national leader., 1889-02-16

and then producing her purse sht
counted out the exact amount in silver
and handed it over to me with the
check.
Now, said she, 'If you will sign it.
1t will be all right"
did so without word, fascinated,
but withal feeling little mean and
then the child, laying quarter down
beside her plate for the waiter, said:
Now, let's 60 back to the rarlor fo1
a few minutes and then 1 must 60
out.
We went upstairs again and sat for
half an hour or so. talking Of quite
serious matters. and then we bade one
another farewell, mutually expressing
hope that in truth it might be not
good bye but 'au revolr." She was
leaving Denver in an hours time, /
also was leaving the same evening.
And thus We parted.
Upstairs In my room / had o some
what battered copy Of my last volume
Of poems. I put pen through my
name on the fy-leaf and wrote thereon
little inscription in verse expressive
of the pleasure 1 took in transferring to
her the possession of the volume, and
so sent it down to her by a servant
and betook myself to packing. I was
thus employed, talking the while to a
friend who had dropped in to say
"good-bye." when bell-boy brought
up crimson rose upon a salver fIom
the Office.
Miss Tressahar has just left, sir, and
sends this, with her compliments; she
has received the book and is much
obliged, and says she will write to
thank you from Nashville
1 laid the rose reverently between
the leaves of my Bible and put it into
my val1se. A week later was on a
ranch at ] os Angeles, California, and
the post brought me one day letter
| of four pages in pretty Italian hand,
writing-it was from Pauline.
She had received my book ust before
she left Denver, and hoped / had re-
ceived her rose. She had read my
verses and was pleased to say that she
liked tLem-that they touched her.
Some OF them, written in a cynical,
despairing strain, she criticized and re-
GREETED. She hoped that some day ]
would meet some one who would make
me think better Of life and cure me of
| mylove Of solitude. She commended my
body to happiness, and my soul to God.
and remained ever, very sincerely my
friend, Pauline Tressahar. z. S.-She
hoped would not forget my promise
and come to Nashville.
Yesterday-only yesterday-a friend
sent me Nashville paper containing
an article concerning myself; almost
along side of the criticism on my
pOcuS. Ill d CUAuLAu ucdUtu L 6ISOudi
Intelligence" there appeared as an
item of local interest the announce
ment of the engagement of 'the beauti-
full daughter of our esteemed fellow
citizen, Colonel Euclid Tressahar,' to
the son Of some equally esteemed in
habi ant Of Nashville, Tennessee.
l cut out the article on myself and
my poems with the paragraph attached
to its side. and, folding 1t up small,
opened my Bible to place it with
Pauline's gift. The leaves of the book
were perfumed by the sweet dry petals
the soul that still lived of her GRIM
son rose. And on the page where 1t
had lain there was little crimson
stain,-I had pressed it upon the verse
of st. Paul's Eplstle to the brethren at
Philippi: Whatsoever things are true,
whatsoever things are honest. whatso-
ever things are pure, whatsoever things
are lovely, whatsoever things are of
good report, if there be any virtue,
think on these things" ~