The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1894-06-02
ADELE'S ROSE.
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twcen tho tall buildings. Tho air cnmc
warmly from we the southern hills
and ! N soft little breaths like q child's.
Adele loaned over tho stoue ledge aud
looked far down into tho street. How
bright tho sun lay upon the stone pave
ments. A little street singer was sing
ing in high, shrill voice that carried tho
melody up to Adele. 1t was spring and
Adele was happy because she was young.
She was in tho very attic OF this tall
building, In u comfortable, whitewashed
room, with a magnificent southern Wow,
q View that was worth the rem every
day. Tho elevator did not come to this
story and Adele was never disturbed.
1t wac u cheap place and Tony, tho jan
ltor, had been n cousin and compatrlot
OF her fathers, and was now her warm
est friend. He had gotten tho little re.
hugo for her alter tho death Of her
iatller, and here she sat with her en-
broidery day after day, cheerful and
busy. her room 4 bower OF flowers and
sunshine mud ncHtness. The two broad
windows and now tho small iron bal
cony outside these great windows. werc
full OF pots and plants, cheap things
Adele had carried homo from tho flower
market, and which Wis her chief dc.
light. Adele was frugal. for it took the
closest economy to live in this great city
upon her little earnings. but Bhc was n
brave soul and had the gayety and in
dustry OF her fathers race.
The little room, with its plain iron
bedstead, Its crucitiX, its tiny gas stove,
It's few chairs and cheap rug, was beau
titled by the flowers. They aud the
bird, Pierrot. were all tho company
Adele, ever had. lie was always happy.
this yellow canary, that watched the
spurious that came daily to be fed, with
contemptuous ewes. lie was q panpercd
darling, while they were mrndicants.
lie was quite as free Us he cared to be.
for he hoped about the room and
among the geranlums and h%yacinths
quite rs he wished. He had n great
deal OF conversation with Adele. Tor she
loved to hear the sound Of her "
voice, and she too sang in a subdued
way over her work.
II was marvellous work. this working
out OF the gorgeous blossoms upon linen
or Grape or silk, but it was tedious and
not very well paid. 1t sutficed for her
simple needs, however, and now spring,
vas here and Adele was happy.
It was Sunday morning when Adele
leaned from the window and heard tho
street boy sing SO blithcly. She leaned
ont Of her corner window, the small
one where she sat with her work, and
tossed him some pennies wrapped in
q paper and tied with u string, aud
then he took OFT his little red cap and
waved it ND to her. This made her
more glad, for it was pleasant to be in
touch with tho human.
She went among her plants and cut
of a rose. II was one she had watched
for days, hoping it would unfold Tor
this Sunday. She would wear it upon
her Sunday dress, and not envy those
who wore jewels and laces. for nothing
was rs beautiful rs n rose. She pinned
it on her dress, adjusted the neat black
hat aud vel and smiled at herself, 80
pleasant was the reflection in the glass.
She was going to church. The Joy
bells were ringing already. She leaned
from q window ior nfarewell look at the
sunny bills and the shining river. Poor
Adele! The lovely rose from her bosom
fell down, down, and lay on the stone
balcony, four floors below.
Adele fairly flew down the stairs.
What she should do to recover the
treasure she did not stop to think. She
came 10 the floor and bregthlessly
stopped 10 take her bearings, rs it wcro
IL locate the room possessing tho bal
cony where her precious treasure lay.
The door was open, and Adele boldly
entered. !. quiet-looking young man
was just stepping through the window
with her long-stemmed rose. He
looked very much astonisiled when
Adele's eyes grew moist, and her lips
,rcmbled. She only said: "Bu,, sir,
that ia mine"
He handed it to her with n slow
smile. II thought it had dropped
from the skies."
II 1.-Two up there" replied Adele, re-
gretfully Surveying the blossom, whose
daintiness was the. least bit married by
the accident, ain the top story, and,
you see, sir, | leaned out too far and it
fell. will give you the next ono that
blooms or the plant, but you will not
guess how | have watched this one.
Good morning. sir. go to church"
Whom Mr.. Henry Marlowe strolled
out OF the office an hour or so later he
went across the street aud looked up to
the top story OF the building in which
he was employed. There, high in the
tower, were tho double windows with
their adornment OF green vines and
vivid blooms. The birds whirled and
circled about them, and it was 4 pretty
picture. He would question some one
about the building. The elevator boy
know nothing, and it was some days be-
fore he run across Tony, the janitor.
Tony positively glared at him when he
asked who lived in tho tower, where the
flower window was. lie resented the
inquiry very much.
"You can't know all re peoples, Mr..
Marlowe," he said, warily, "zat comes
IN 20 building. Why you want TO fin
QUIT"
"It's q young girl" said ATarlowo, ut
once. II saw her and | wanted TO ask
about her"
"Ze young girl is under 20 protection
of myself" said Tony, ticrcely. ''Zo
young girl wac an orphan. Zo father
was my cousin from France only 70 five
year. l will care for &c young girl, but
she makes re living for herself, Ze girl
is q good girl. She 80 nowhere but to
20 church and 20 embroider rooms"
There seemed nothing for MarIowo to
do in the case. lie did mount into the
tower, but the bare halls told no tales.
Tho only sound he could hear was the
blithe song Of the canary. lie went
down very soon, for no did not wish
Tony to know he took any moro inter.