The Forrest City times., 1895-11-15
REST CITY, ARK, FRIDAY AFTERNOON NOVEMBER 15 1895

to open his book, so there were nine chances to one that he had not discov- cred her paper.
 Pardon me, Mir. Dwight, but care lessly left paper in your Poe while glancing it over this evening"; may I trouble you for it now?" Rose won- dered at the coolness of her own voice as she waited, all tremblingly, for the | reply. MT. C. glanced at her in some surprise and offered her a chair as he exclaimed:
 What! Is it you, Miss Rose? We'll, you are one of the lucky few who can afford to lose your beauty sleep"
 That pretty compliment applies to you and Mir. Dwight as well, does it not?' retorted Rose with forced gayety. In the meantime Emerson Dwight had been searching his book for the de- sired paper, and, as she ceased speaking, he extended it to her, with bow. Em- erson Dwight frequently made gesture take the place of words, and as his mo- tions invariably displayed dignity as well as grace they were often eloquent. Locked once more in her own apart ment, Rose Monroe threw herself in chair with many smothered exclama- tions of relief.
 May 1 never be tempted to write poetry again." she ejaculated, fiercely. If all the would-be rhymsters were punished as severely as have been dur I.ing the suspense of the last half hour, the reading public would be delivered of much trash. Oh, thou yellow rose, why vast thou not born thistle ?'' She unfolded the paper with tragic air, and was about to re-read her lines, when the mocking smile on her lips i gave place to look of blank amaze- ment.
 Instead of her address to the rose. the 1 paper contained some lines in Emerson Dwight's well-known writing. She read:
 ''The secret lady fair. That my poor petals hold I'll give to thee with joy, | If may be so bold. Thy warm and sweet caress | Gives joy and hope and life; | With passions warmest flow | My withered leaves are rife. | "Ah, hold me to your lips. My perfume lives again: | And in your soft eyes light Forgotten is all pain. 'The secrets told; I'm sure Your eyes have read 1t true. | My perfume holds one dream | That, lady fair. is you. LENvoI. "If cold on bed of ice I lie, 'TiS that my memories may not die [" The L'Envoi was scrawled across the page just as hers had been, and the whole paper resembled hers so closely that it was small wonder she had been deceived in it at first glance.
 So Mir. C. had not been with Elmer. l son Dwight during that fatal interval, and he had had time to open his book! 1 What must he think of what he found there? Rose lost herself in a maze of doubt, and fell to sleep murmuring:
 Forgotten is all pain.'" The next morning Emerson Dwight appeared at breakfast with a yellow rose in his buttonhole. Il believe that rose is artificial" sang out Mir. C. from an adjoining table, flor it seems as though you had worn it week. The florists out here can't un- derstand their business, to put such everlastings as that on the market"
 "I have a method, all my own, for keeping it fresh," answered Dwight, with grave inclination of the head to- ward his vis-a-vis. Miss Monroe is in the secret, and can divulge it if she likes" Rose blushed furiously.
 After breakfast, Dwight asked her to walk with him on the piazza. She ac- quiesced, and they fingered long time at that farther end where the pet bear is chained.
 They were finally interrupted by ono of their travelling companions who came to announce the good news that the last bridge had been repaired, and that they were no longer prisoners. The pretty girl arrived just in time to hear Emerson Dwight say:
 "Yes, I foundIt, and as I believed ;here-psrs no hope of seeing you before this morning killed time by writing reply. C. joined me just as you stepped upon the piazza, and as that ended all prospect of our having a tete- a-tete l could not resist giving you the wrong paper. would not part with the other, not even to you. By the way, Rose, we must change the L'Envoi to something like this:
 Most precious Rose, you're in a wise, You're doomed to bridal wreaths and rice" IN. Y. Ledger
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