St. Landry democrat. (Opelousas, La.) 1878-1894, 1890-03-15

1t wSS IN the m1QQio OF ore OF tEose
reveries that he was startled by a loud
rap at the door. You can imagine his
excitement and wonder for the next mo-
ment better than can tell you.
With all possible decorum he opened
the door and ushered into the room Miss
Rose Baily and myself. Rose looked neat
and old fashioned in her plain white waist
and full skirt And her face seemed really
charming under the broad, white hat that
she wore 1t would be folly to say he
was not little fascinated, and admired
her for more than her kindness to his
mother.
We had called to put our names upon
the list of scholars, and were q little sur
prised at being first. Some five or six
more Joined during the week SO that
when we began Monday morning our class
numbered eight. But he had expected to
have twenty at least, and even that num-
Der would not have more than covered
expenses.
He saw the future gloomy and dark be-
fore him. Every day seemed to lead him
farther and farther away from his aims
in life, and he almost felt discouraged.
There are times in every life when the
clouds of despondepcg roll up the hills so
fast that they cover every spray of hope.
The present outlook was blank even 10
matter of living, ana position could not
even be hoped for.
But some people can work without
hope, and he was one of them.
1t often happens that in the bosom of
young girls turks pride, and passions that
are very dangerous.
Rose was intensely infatuated with her
teacher, and highly ambitious to be great
singer. q
Day after day she sang and studied.
Her teacher admired her very much, for
lin addition to her voice, she was very
fine girl So 1t happened that her teacher
stopped 70 that common and eopteinptiple
art of false praise.
l How proudly her heart beat when he
! admiringly said, 'sWhite Hall may yet
send forth Jenny june"
All She never for a moment stopped to think
that her teacher would be ridiculed at any
%frst class city, but went on holding Won
,derful concerts In her mind.
II The climax was reached BY -andby.
If q woman can not sip honor from her
favorite flower, she will pine and die in
the darkness. Tt is her nature, notwith-
standing exceptions that have been soured.
y But man, If his first flower dies or is
sblown away, seeks another. And it is
well be can, for what would be be, poor
Creature, moping through this rough
world of business with nothing but dead
hope and love to cheer him.
\. He admired Rose and Blanche was far
away where he might never reach her
therefore he hesitated not to speak to Rose
OF love.
Although he had said the serhe to
Blanche, he cannot be said to be q dirt, if
we consider all.
1t was close, misty day In summer, and
the class was just starting home. He was
h tired of his work, and knew he must soon
close, as he did not make expenses
To the displeasurs of several of his
scholars, he asked for Roses company
home A teacher is always accused of
more Partially than he deserves, and now
we had good grounds to accuse him, and
our wrath was in no wise abased, when he
took another road and we understood our
company was not wanted.
esWe will 20 the untraveled road, Rose, !"
bic said, flor have important things to-
speak of, and do not wish to be disturbed. y
She walked along silently by his side,
her heart beating with love and excite
ment.
~ was just thinking" she remarked.
presently. us they passed the old school
house, how my old teachers used to love
ma, and how disregarded their wishes.
Bose, no one could know you without
loving you, and ! love you more than any
of them did.
She was silent, and felt her. heart f1utter
little. They walked on fora short dis
tsnce around the hill to the big bridge, and
leaned on the railing.
His arm fell gently on her shoulder, and
he whispered as he pressed.a kiss 10 her
brow, s VIII you be happy with me. darl-
ing
Her only answer was her head laid gem
tly on his shoulder.
1t WAS long time before the lovers
ended their talk.
She came home to dream Of bliss never
before known 10 her, ne to study better
way 10 reach fame, and perhaps Blanche
Sharp.
This Is the way life goes. The thing
We didn't get, Is always the sweetest, and
that which we cannot have, we want N DIST.