Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1891-10-01
DEMOCRATIC NORTHWEST NAPOLEON, o, OCTOBER l. 1891.

line Of mountains N rne "---T ~'ms
slanting cloud linz rested nalf ron.
cealed in a fine graz ..us haze A. the
mill receded with thr gonIy uf the car
rage Rosalie felt as II The world itself
were quietly Withdrawing She felt
also a dizziness. as il she were soaring
away into distance Her father aud
sister seemed TO waver and fade out
from her vision. The little valley drew
its lines together, shriveled and dry.
/ After a few crooked miles along the
stream their road suddenly turned
boldly into the foothills, and soon began
Eigzagging its way up the mountain to-
ward which they had been going.
At a stony bluff where a spring gushed
out, the driver stopped to water his
horses in an old mossy bucket, or rather
a one-handled piggin. All around the
wood was dense and silent. 1t was a
lonely spot where one might imagine
robbers lying in wait. But the gray
lizards were the only lurking things dis
covered2 A crested vireo now and then
sent its shrill note through the silence.
81 shall be glad when we are once in
the car and well started, said Aunt Mar.
guerite, looking doubtfully about and
signing as one who is bored
Rosalie did not respond She watched
the horses drink, with long kissing sips
the pure cold water. her eyes full Of
quivering tears.
A sharp clacking on the stony road
above them announced the coming OF
one who soon appeared around the first
short turn. 1t was young Ellis on his
superb gray steed. He rode directly tC
the carriage, where he drew rein, and
lifting his broad hat, bowed to his sad
die pommel.
"Good morning." he said, then glanced
inquiringly from Aunt Marguerite t.
Rosalie and back again, an unpleasan
look of suspicion beginning to cloud hi
face. "You look like travellers. | hop,
| you don't mean to desert the mill, Mis-
Chenier?'
II am going home with Aunt Margue
rite," she replied. her voice shaking
little.
Ellis compressed his lips and stroket
) his horses name. There was a knot o
wrinkles between his eyebrows
"You don't mean to stay long, hope?
t he rejoined, fixing his eyes searchingl
D upon her and measuring her graceful
figure, so perfectly shown by the gra
travelling dress.
The driver had remounted to his seal
but sat respectfully waiting for the cor
versation to end.
o 81 don't know how long | may stay,
she half sobbed; "aunt wants me to sta
always"
k "Alwaysp he echoed.
v "She is to be my daughter from tn,
d time on, said Marguerite Chenier Roos,
9 velt, coldly and decidedly as if to en-
e the matter at once. Drive on. she ado
d ed to the colored boy
D Ellis lifted his hat again, but there WI
" terrible look in his eyes as they scowle
o at the old lady.
Is The carriage proceeded,
lie "Goodby-remember me-" he said
le Rosalie. His voice reached her ear softl
d sweetly, and his words caught in h,
1t memory and fingered like some bit of
is sweet, sad tune.
Is "Goodby-remember NE. she qua
e. cred back to him, and then great hun
"a ming filled her ears and her heart SCENE
IS, to stand still
I'd When they drove into the villal
n where Mr.. Roosevelt was to meet the
of with his private car, 1t was far on iowa
es noon. The streets were almost deserte
he and the new white buildings, erect
lis amid the debris of the old town Sht
lie man had destroyed, glared fiercely in t
w sunlight
us Mr.. Roosevelt's car had just arrive
en- and Mr. Roosevelt himself prompt
th came to greet them-a tall, gray nj
with the hawklike face of a Jew, al
ls- the bearing of an old time southe
90 gentleman. He took Rosalie's hand al
ng held it caressingly as he offered Sol
an warm, informal salutary phrases,
lis voice winningly cordial in its gravi
1T and depth. He hurried them into
go car, one of those sumptuous structul
in which our railroad magnates atfe
lat where he held quiet interview asi
ad with Mrs. Roosevelt
IRE "To Chicagor' exclaimed Aunt Nj
llS guerite in response to his first sentenc
=; w eyes, he added, "yes, to meet RI
Nv resentative of the Dutch bondhold,
I'd and my coadjutors in Chicago. 1t "
to be a pleasant trip for you and M
'he Chenier.'
1m Aunt Marguerite lifted her vinaigre
nc; no and reflected. Here was swift turn
her affairs.
mt "How long shall you DO there9" .
the presently inquired.
INK II cannot say, possibly a month,
lily even two months" replied Mr.. Roc
mt velt. "but in any event it will be pie
'es, ant You have never seen the gr
ap an west. Chicago is wonderful city, a
lii. the way from here to there lies throu
BON a charming Countrywide great prail
ist and all that
"Oh, there's no argument repl
ney Aunt Marguerite, half ruefully, "if J
Ial, u must go we must go too, and there's
" end of it"
1t thrilled Rosalie when the tr
began to move. 1t was her first
perience in railroad travel. Thror
the window she saw the houses of
little town slipping away to the rear
- current of cool air came in and momer
= rily strengthened.