St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1895-12-07
|. That. onthy petalsnow with zeal press.

= pFeaenf8 *$& s ~ SFS
Ger thy cold bed. around thy bosom
a gentle warmth, suffice to break the spell
Which holds you fast, wherel love can never
,Tis vain pieadi cold petals like shield
Close Ger thy heart, and keeptts secret
Tsen, having read her hastily written
verses, she twirled them around, with /
swift smile of derisfon, and @scrawled
across the full length Of the sheet:
L'ENvoI
= Alas, sweet rosesS you have no voicel
4, q You area yellow rose on Ice
Pushing the book away with gesture
of impatience, she, bowed her head upon ]
her arm and fell into areverfe, a from /
swhichSshe was only startled by; voices /
in the office. Realizing, al at once, that ]
the hour was late, she arose hurriedly
from her chair: and the impromptu
verses never again occurred to her mind
until she was brushing out her long
yellow hair. before the mirror in her
own room.
There was no doubt that when Emer-
son Dwightrecovered his book he would
find the lines, and it was equal certain
thai, finding them, he would atonce rec
ognize the author by the handwriting. !.
and She waited no longer to pursue
this horrid possibility, but, twisting her
long hair into a. hasty lnot, prepared to
go downstairs. The verses must be re-
gained at any cost! 4s...5
Late as it was, few men still sat
smoking and chatting in the office.
Passing them as quietly as possible,
Rose stepped out on the piazza and was
Immediately filled with CONSERVATION
to find two figures bending over the
fatal table. One was Mr.. c., the con-
ductor of the excursion; the other, En-
erson Dwight. .iys.s "a
There was no mistaking the hand
some profile, and finely-turned head
silhonett ted against the lighted window.
The girls heart gave bound. How
| long had Mr.. c. been with her friend?
was the momentous question which
confronted her. While they were to-
gether Emerson Dwight was not likely
| to open his book, SO there were nine
chances to one that he had not discov-
cred her paper. II.
pardon me, Mr.. Dwight, but care
| Iess1y left q paper In your Poe while
| glancing 1t over this evening; may
| trouble you for it now?" Rose won
dered at the coolness of her own voice
| as she waited, all tremblingly, for the
reply. Mr.. c. glanced at her In some
| surprise and offered her a chair as he
exclaimed:
ssWhati Is il you, Miss Rose3 Well,
you are one of the lucky few who can
| afford to lose your beauty Sleep
Locked once more in her own apart
.1nent, Rose Monroe threw herself in q
chair with many smothered exclama-
tions of relief.
MAY never be tempted to write
! poetry againl'' she calculated, hercely.
"If all the would-be rhymsters were
punished as severely asI have been dur
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 p''
She unfolded the paper with tragic
cir, and was about to re-read her lines
when the moeking smile on her lips
/ gave place to 3 look Of blank aniaze.
ment. ~ 2s skss ksNs
Instead Of heraddress to the rose, the
paper contained some lines In Emerson
Dwight's well-known, writing. She
read:
i THE secret, lady fair
H. II III That my poor lpetalBhel6 ~
l I'll give to thee with joy.
II Imay besoEbold- %&es
"Thy warm and sweet caress
Gives Joy and hope and life;
With passions warmest flow
My withered leaves are rife.
IS ..Ah, hold neto your1ipsI by 81
80 My perfume lives agairl; *e@ II
And in your soft eyes light
Forgotten is all pain.
Eh .'The secrets told: I'm sure
Is4 S W Your eyes have read II true-
My perfume holds one dream
That, lady fair, liz you.
/ L'ENvoI.
'Tf cold on bed of Ice I lie,
,Tis that my memories may not oie
The I'Enyoi was scraWled across tn
page Just as hers had been, and tn
whole paper resembled hers so closel
that it was small wonder she had bee,
deceived in it at first glance.
So Afr. C4h hadnot been with Emez
SON Dwight during that fatal interva
and he had had time to open his book
: What must he think Of what he foun
there9 Rose lost herself IN q maze
!, doubt, and fell to sleep nurmuring
g Forgotten is all pain
The next morning Emerson Dwigh
appeared. at breakfast with q yeno'
rose In his buttonho1e. N
!, eI believe that rose is artificial, = san
out Mr.. c. from an adjoining tabl
afor it seems as though you had worn
week. The. florists out here can't vi
! derstand their business, to put. sue
: everlastings as that on the market
"I have method, all my own, e
keeping it fTesh," answered Dwigh
! with a grave inclination of the head b
: ward his vis-a-vis. Miss Monroe is
the secret, and can divulge 1t It 81
! likes. Rose blushed furiously.
Z After breakfast, Dwight asked her.
walk with him on the piazza. she o
I, auiesced, and they fingered d long tin
: at that farther end where the pet be;
is chained.
! : They were finally Ii Interrupted by oI
: OF their travelling companions WI
= came to announce the good news thi
7 thellast bridge had been repaired, 81
S that they were no longer prisoner
Z The pretty girl arrived just in time
= hear Emerson Dwight say:
= eyes, T found 1t. and as believ'