New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1892-02-03
ROSE JAFFREYS' LOVER.

(ekp1yH7N9 lie! Not that sh'
1HSDa(1A loved the lovers
shSAe1s4 nor one OF them
8 She let them love bel
~ and hover around
her for want Of better. But the ont
she might, she could, she would hay.
loved only looked onwhile she danced
''Why shouldn't | dance. she sale
to her demure cousin Margaret, be
cause Gordon Penmore looks daggers
at the dancers? You should see his
Gordon's -eyes AS he watches ne ~
ing in Hayden Roth's arms in tina,
new figure, and floating, floating
floating And I'm not really lyine
in his arms at all, you know, but tax
ing care of myself like q piece OF cut
steel. I don't know why Gordon Pen
more should maketit his affair at all
Oh, how should hate to be obedient
to his Whims-to any mans Whlms.
And before she had well ceased
speaking the little sprite's face was
buried in the sofa cushions and she
was shaking with gust ofsobs. The
idea!' she cried, springing to her feet
the next moment. Crying for all
am worth because Gordon Penmore
isis in existence! What should
care for the great arrow-pointed eyes:
will let him see tonight"
And she did as she danced at Mrs.
Baddon's ball-danced as the waves
dance, as lightly, as gayly, as tirelessly
She stopped suddenly-stopped just
where he stood, at the conservatory
door.
1T makes one almost giddy," she
said. smiling family.
"Quite," said he, gravely.
Thanks, Mr.. Roth. Now am go
Ing to remember my promise for the
rest Of the waltz in favor Of my cousin
Margaret. II you want to do me a
favor you will take her out. And I
will stay beside Mr.. Penmore till you
bring her here"
"You don't approve OF all this, do
you?" she said, looking up at Gordon
"Don't approve" he repeated.
"No you don't approve Of it. And
I wonder what you are here for. You
know you are just as-as wicked in
countenancing the work by looking on
as / am in doing it. Oh, what q
lovely air How can you keep your
fest still?"
:You can't" he said, smiling.
ooh, If you only knew anything
about dancing" she exclaimed, 'syou
couldn't either. It is like having
wings. All! that air is simply deli
cious!"
swell, letus try it, said Gordon Pen
StI 1uo1t tn or
me see if dancing is all you say it is
that isl remembering himself" 'if
you will dc me the honor"
ooh, honor.'' said Rose, laughing
like mischievous sprite. "You know
you don't regard it SO at ALL You
look at it almost as degradation.
All the same you are dancing. And l
will show you that you never danced
before" And then Gordon Penmore,
with Rose in his arms, her soft cheek
flushing under his eye, her sweet breath
warm on his bending face, her heart
beating SO that hecould feelits throbs,
was whirljng in the lmaddest waltz OF
the night. But waking from the
dream, they were just beside the con-
servatory door once more, and,
neither exactly knowing how they had
wandered down 'one of the dewy
alleys, and had paused asst to breathe
the bewildering odors in the shadow
OF group OF lemon Itrees. Neither #
them spoke, till slowly, asst drawn by
an unwilling fate, their eyes met in a
long, deep gaze and his head hent,'h
arms were around her, and their lips
met in the Strong sweet kiss
Of q passion that belonged to the
eternities.
When next morning Gordon
Penmore came Rose crept into the
DRAWN groom like guilty child.
~ thought-oh, I thought she
whispered,E after he had treasured her,
"that you-you despised me-"
II shall never even despise dancing
again, now that it has given meyou,"
he exclaimed. "How could I dream
you loved me?" he said.
When he left her that day he lett on
herhand q ring Of strange and fragile
setting, that held an old mine stone
of rare brilliancy. cit is the most
sacred thing / have" he said cit was
my mothers betrothal ring; it shall be
yours"
"Oh," she cried, II am.not good
enough. You should have chosen
Cousin Margaret, who is a saint, in.
stead OF a frivolous butterfly like me,
whose feet are her wings"
"You have wings" he said, ssbut
they are angels wings. Oh, never
spread them to leave my arms =
And how he loved her! He would
have lavished the world upon her..
jewels and all costly things, but her
Cousin Margaret would let her have
none OF them, and so instead he filled
the house every day with flowers.
But her dancing days were over.
.fAfter that night, ' said lie, Lean
never dance again. You can not re-
peat heaven" Nor. could he ever SEQ
her thus in the arms Of ano ther...
Ignorant of.the crown that Rose
had bestowed on his rival, Hayden
Roth still devoted himself to her
with. the ardor that comes from love
and hope. And Gordon, who was
0f I.