The morning call., 1891-10-01
THE PRAIRIE ROSE.
CONCLUDED.

lib PRAlRlh RUSb,
CONCLUDED.
They were not ashamed OF their pretty
Western cousin. either in the matter OF dress
IT manners Emily gave her the warmeSt
welcome, and left teardrOp on ner Wavy
hair, for the dear mother she would have
been 50 glad to greet. The new-found
cousin, Harvey Howard, though grave,
mature man. gave her a cordial grasp OF the
hand, and a sincere welcome to his home,
where he rejolced to gather every comfort
which his ample income could afford, that
might add to the convenience or pleasure Of
her whom he had chosen 10 preside over
his heart and home a man Of simple
tastes and few wants himself, he INDUCED
in one luxury which men Of far larger
means were, accustomed TO consider the
sheerest eXtrayagauce-itW was the noble lux
ury of doing GOOD.
A week or TWO Of rest and sightseeing in
the great city, and then Rose settled down
To earnest work The care and luxury OF
her life should not turn her aside from her
high, brave purpose. Perhaps she found
work harder than In the old days. No mat
ter; size must put forth more effort.
II IS said that one winter amid the IuXu-
ries Of Came proved more dem1rallzing to
H8uujbais army than ten years hard Tight
ing. Let us not wonder at the small progress
made by cur ladies of wealth and leisure in
Intellectual culture, but let US rather praise
the industry and energy OF those who are
able TO make any progress at all under such
adverse circumstances.
With the best musical talent that money
could command for an Instructor, aud
piano which threw AeT into rapture5 as she
touched the keys, Rose felt il would be un-
pardonable If she did not make an advance
meut prCIUrliOned to her advantages. she
threw all lie enthusiasm Of her nature INTO
her tasks, and rose at her accustomed early
bC.r, tIat she might secure an extra time
for dctce
a niece of Mr., Towards spent a few
months with them, and shared IN her les
sons, and was pleasant companion. At
O'Clock all lessons were laid aside by EmllyS
orders and tile Two girls went out together
on p .edsant days. and amused themselves at
home when it stOImed The evenings were
spent socially in the beautiful parlors,
where friends of the family we're in the
habit Of drop ing in. The society OF peO-
ple She would meet IT Mr.. Towards could
but form a most valuable part Of young
!ady's education. Roses mother knew this
far better than the girl herself, and priced
the privilege accordingly.
Yet tile mothers heart went out tearfuly,
longiugly, for her little girl, and le,ter-day
was the brightest of the week in the little
vine-covered cottage. Those sweet, full
letters were the JOY and sOlace OF the
mother in her loneliness. And they were
Just what a daughters letters should be
IQll, lies anu lItQutul. IlON many guns
away from home give loving hearts occasion
for great anxiety, just from remissness here.
Della Winters, who shared Roses every
day life, was a merry, laughing girl, who had
never had deep sorrow TO sober her, and
whose early training had been far from
what her uncle would have desired. He
fancied that season under his wife's care
could not fail to prove highly beneficial;
hence the invitation.
"Oh, Rosy" she said, one day, as she
came bounding into her room, that horrid
Henry Malcolm is coming here to tea, and
I to spend the evening. heard Uncle Har-
Vty tell Aunt Emily so. We shall be so
bored! There is no fun in him, and Uncle
Harvey thinks the world of him, so we
shall have to put on extra efforts to be agree
able. Uncle talked to me il an awful SOL
emn way once because happened to make
fun Of Mr.. Malcolm. l expect he will be
cutler than ever now, tOF Uncle Harvey
said his mother had lately died, and be was
very sad about it.
Why. Della how Sc can you D speak k: 50 So
ready sympathy. "If my mother was dead
do you jhiuk could feel very gay?"
"Oh, that is quite different. Mr.. Nal
cnlms mother was very old and deaf, and
he has had the care Of her these ten years.
II she had been princess she could not
have had more attention or more luXurles.
have heard it said"
More honor to him." said Rose, stoutly.
Ill am sure shall like him."
- hope you will, with all my heart"
said Della, laughing, " and that the attrac-
ton will be mutual. You couldn't please
Uucle Harvey better But never mind your
music dear He does not know note from
the sign OF Federal money in his ledger.
You'll find l am right, Rose, when tell you
lie is awful dry"
And Della Waited away to her own room,
next to her aunts.
~ ba tuun pirla 1onlyn1
came down together in the evening, dressed
in simple white; a rose and a knot or two of
ribbon their only ornaments. Uncle Harvey
was not modern in his tastes, and always
insisted that the charm of youth was sweet
est when adorned the least. He was always
so good and kind, tie girls loved to please
him. Rose had fallen naturally into Della
mode OF address, and said Uncle Harvey"
and Aunt Emily" just as if she had been
used to it all her life.
= { had expected to meet a middle-aged
man, with touch of silver in his h7ir and
had prepared herself TO be very grave and
sedate in her department, as became the oc-
easion. She was, therefore, a little sur.
prispd to find Henry Malcolm a much
younger man than Uncle Harvey, with flow
ing chestnut beard and hair, which would
show no signs OF frost for many year.
His manner was quiet, and his voice pc
culiarly gentle, and there was ever pleas
ant smile in his eye as he watched the two
girls while they chatted over their fancy
work. 1t was most informal gathering,
lust such as the joint householders delight
ed in. State dinners and crush parties were
not 10 their taste, aud were never given
but their hospitable door seemed almost to
open of itself to greet friendly guest.
"You love old songs as well as Harvey
said Mrs. Howard, and l believe you are
quite as dull to the charms of modern mu.
sic. / must have our little girl sing for you.
She has learned a number Of old pieces, just
to please her uncle"
II should be delighted to hear her." said
Henry, leaving his easy chair and coming
"a the music-stand. "What do you sing
Miss Rose2" he asked, as he quietly turned
the leaves.
Rose selected an old Scotch ballad, which
was favorite with her uncle, and asked il
he liked that.
"That was my mothers song" he said
with softened Tone " l should love tt
hear it again."
The evening sped all too quickly, Malcolm
thought. Music had never Lad such charms
for him before
Those siivery sounds so sweet, so dear.
The listener held mis- breath TO hear.
II was only one of many pleasant even
ings. 1t may be that Rose began to lool
forward TO them with brighter tinge o
pink in her cheek, and new, strange f1ut
ter in her bosom. Aunt Emily was a wis
woman, and knew that Henry Malcolm wa:
true and noble to the core; just such a mat
as the absent mother would approve, If she
could look apprOyingly on any sultor Of he
own darling.
"Rose." said Mr.. Malcolm. one evening
] AM going away West next week, to b.