Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1895-12-26
L'ENyol.
Alas, sweet rose, you have no voice.
You area yellow rose on ice.

Pushing the book away with gesture
Of Impotence, she bowed her head upon
her arm and fell into n rcvere, from
which she was only startled by voices
In the Office. Realizing, oil 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 ont 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 equally certain
that, finding them, he would at once rec
ognlze the author by the handwriting,
and She waited no longer to pursue
this horrid possibility, but. twisting her
long hair into hasty knot, prepared to
go downstairs. The verses must be re-
gained at any cost!
Late az it was, a few men still sat
smoking and chatting in the Office.
Passing them az 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.
There was no installing the hand
some profile and hnely-turned head
sllhouetted against the lighted window.
The girls heart gave bound. How
long had Mr.. c. been with her fricnd9
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.
"Pardon me, Mr.. Dwight, but care
lessly left a paper In your Poe while
CHANGING 1t over this evening; may
trouble you for it now?' Rose Won
dered at the GOODNESS Of her own voice
as she waited, all tremblngly, for the
reply. Mr.. c. glanced Mt her in some
surprise and offered her chair us he
exclaimed
what! Is it you, Miss Rose? Well,
you arc one Of the lucky few who can
afford TO lose your beauty Sleep
Locked once more in her own apart
ment, Rose Monroe threw herself in
chair with many smothered exclama-
tions Of relief.
MAY never be tempted to write
poetry againl" she circulated, fiercely.
III all the would-be rhymsters were
punished as severely as 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 moi born n thiste?"
She unfollcd the paper with a tragic
air, and was about to re-read her lines,
when the hooking smile on her lips
gaye place TO look Of blank amaze.
nent.
Instead Of her address TO the rose, the
paper contained some lines in Emerson
Dwights well-known writing. She
read
1.-THE secret, lady fair,
That my poor petals hold
III give to thee with Joy,
II may be so bold,
"Thy warm ana sweet carcss
Gives Joy and hope and life
With passions warmest flow
My wlthered leaves are rife.
=" All, hold me to yourlpsl
My perfume lives again
And in your soft eyes light
Forgotten Ia all pain.
"Tho secrets told I'm sure
Your eyes have read It true.
My perfume holds one dream
That, lady fair Is you
l'ENvoT,
II tulu VII Dtu VI itc j llHt
IT'S that my memories may not do
The L'Enyoi was scrawled across the
page just as hers had been, and the
whole paper resembled hers SO closely
that 1t was small wonder she had been
deceived in II ut first glance.
10 Mr., c. had not been with Emer-
son Dwight during that fatal interval,
and he had had time to open his book!
What must he think of what he found
there? Rose lost herself In a maze Of
doubt and fell 10 sleep murmuring:
90 Forgotten is all PAIN
The next morning Emerson Dwight
appeared at breakfast with yellow
rose In bis buttonhole.
y believe that rose isart1cial," sang
out Mr., c. from an adjoining table,
for II msas though you had worn IT
n week. The florists out here can't I'M
derstand their business, to put such
everlastings MS that on the market
u have method, all my own, for
keeping It fresh" answered Dwight,
with n crave inclination os the head to.
warl bis yjs.e.yls "Afiss Monroe ia in
tbe secret nnd con d;vuloe q ~ sbe
likess Rose busbed furiouslv
After breakfast, Dwight asked her to
will ,e,tl, him an the n;azza ebe ac.
80 ~ 80 IN ~
guessed, ana lney nnsefea WV .'me