Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-10-01

her She could hardly walt until she .
got into a room with Aunt Marguerite .
TO cover her face and cry.
Next morning she and Mr.. Roosevelt
took breakfast together in the great /
dining room, but they mad
small table quite 10 themselves. Rosalie .
found it very amusing TO watch all those |
people from behind the morning newspa- |
per that Mr. Roosevelt had given her. /
Only a few women could be seen, and |
most them were ready with hats and |
wraps to continue their journeys, being
mere transient shoppers The men we're,
as a rule, well dressed, well fed looking
persons, apparently in a great hurry
and each on good terms with his neigh
Dor. They all ate rapidly, some of them
dividing their attention between their
beefsteak and their newspapers, taking
q mouthful and paragraph alternately
Rosahe quickly noticed that Mr.. Roose-
welt was the object of much attention
from many persons in the room, and in
glancing through the newspaper she
found the following:
"Mr. Auguste Roosevelt, the great
southern railroad king, is in the city,
stopping at the Grand Pacific. He has
with him his wife and daughter"
She smiled delightedly, thinking how
this would please Aunt Marguerite, who
had not come down, but had ordered her
coffee served in her room. She did not
for a moment suspect that she herself
was an object of much. more attraction
for the masculine eyes in that room
than Mr.. Roosevelt, though it was plain
enough to every one else that she was
Her freshness and beauty of face, her un-
consciousness of self, the 1.-THE grace of
her figure, which Colonel Chenier used
to say was svelte despite its plumpness,
her rare gray eyes and pale gold hair,
the perfect poiseof her rather large head,
all were emphasized in their effect by the
combination of gray and blue in her ele-
CANT morning dress, and by the indie
scribable something which was not
timidity nor yet bashfulness, but a sort
of birdlike shyness, as if on the slightest
provocation she might fly away.
A rumor of her beauty spread at once
with that mysterious rapidity which we
all have wondered at That evening at
the opera all the glasses were leveled
upon the Roosevelt box, and many lips
murmured praise of the beautiful young
heiress from Georgia" l."
Rosalie was so absorbed IN following
the story on the stage and in listening to
the ravishing contralto voice of Cary,
that she was wholly unconscious Of all
else around her She had never before
been in theater. All this color and
light and music, this passion, the row
above row of elegantly dressed people, the
scenic splendors, the atmosphere, the
perspective, gave her that exhilaration
which one might feel who is suddenly
transported into paradise.
At length, in the distance, she saw
some one who looked like Frank Ellis
and for time all the garish show of the
theater disappeared She was in the
dark grove by the wayside spring. The
wind was soughing in the pine tops, anG
the crows were cawking as they flew
across the valley. She saw the jagged
worm fences inclosing the patches o
wheat and corn. She even imagined ;
watt of the pungent fragrance of sas
safras and liquid amber The young
daring cavalier of the pocket sat OIL
his charger, his dark eyes looking almos
fercely into hers. his swarthy face show
ing an underglow of passion. She say
his broad sombrero, his belt and pistols
his heavy boots and cruel spurs /
thrill ran over her, half a pain and hal
delight. A blush, like the color of
pink peach bloom, gathered in her cheek
and lips
"Goodby-remember me-" she hear
him tenderly say as he bent low in hi
: saddle His voice, as she imagined il
) was sweeter than Carys. She breathe
: breath of the mountain air; the tende
: pastoral influence of the little vale
5 crept over her Suddenly the banjo
The thought was like a chord of rum
? sounds, loyal to the pure simplicity {
the old mill life.
: "Ah la mandore, la mandorev sh
murmured in the tongue her father E
loved
did you speak, dear?" said Aur
Marguerite, laying her hand lightly Q
her arm.
Rosalie came back to herself {
e promptly and thoroughly that her wal
D dering was not detected.
"It was mere meaningless exclami
e hon." she replied. There's so much
zee here. It confuses me, and the SIM
+ ing has charmed me too-it is grand
"What healthy, vigorous set of peop
J these western folk seem to bel' said M
t Roosevelt. "You can scarcely see
d fragile form or pinched face in all tn
company"
y "The women are stout and rosy, near
all of them, and the men are SO hea'
d limbed and broad shouldered,' addt
u Aunt Marguerite at gives an idea
t avoirdupois to look the audience owe
1t is substance singing to matter th
IL evening, should say"
Z tIt doesn't much resemble southel
h audience" said Mr.. Roosevelt; "mo
Il gravity and less dignity"
A "But these are happy, sincere lookil
faces" replied Aunt Marguerite, "a
d the ladies dress in charming taste"
&c so it seems to me, said Rosalie, a
% she quickly added, everything is rea
delightful. | think should like to Ii
p here only"-with a quick little sigt
! '.the pocket and the dear old mill wo1
N be all the time calling me back to then
aqw In little while your homesickn
" will leave you, said Mr.. Roosevelt, "a
then you will enjoy everything to
full"
But when q strong, sympathetic vol