The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1895-05-30

AouG as lo$ pGUSpEI6I9 IL UuO 3uSSf AdIu allAS
pride grew, and he fixed iton the cherished
blade, and whom Rosie grew into bright
eyed, pink checked, fluffy haired beauty,
working mother had died just as the in
dustry Of herself and her husband began
to bring generous reward. g
Won Gritf S. pride. as has been limited,
was not purse born pride. Even after
he owned two large tenements and two
cottages he still lived over his store and
wore the Same gray clothes
Simple were. the habits OF Won Griff.
He loved to sit, on summer evenings, un-
der the bakery awning, pipe In hand, and
gossip with his neighbora Sometimes he
read always Of wars. s.s 3;s:
h It happened that he was thus occupied
one evening when Rosie, with sparkling
eyes and flushed checks. came into the sit
ting room. He held a magazine In one
hand and his long pipe In the other.
[ Oh, Rosie mine dear, come here. /
vos Seading someding here, und I like you
to finish i'd for me. Ehi That's a good
girl: z = :. s.:!.. s.Ssss Z.
All right, papa, after I've''- 4s 8.
:8sl.' Now, Rosie, now Let dot vait und
read mo. = sse IyE VI 81 @ $ ts5
So Rosie, who was good girl, proceed
z I'd to read. It was story Of Gettysburg's 8
fierce fight n The tale was little to Rosie's g
liking, but she did not hesitate. AS she
read on and the story pictured that fear
full three days struggle on the hill tops,
the warlike bakers blood was stirred. As
J the story detailed the slaughter in the
bloody angle and in the wheattield, and
how Little Round Top was lost and cap
tured again, his eyes flashed with excite
ment. But 1t was when the writer told of
how, for hour after hour, the troops Of
both armies lay, face to the ground, while
above them flew the iron storm from the
opposing batteries, that he was! stirred
most. Won Griff told himself that not
even on the historic field of Austerlitz was
there such an awful cannonading. The
description of the roar that seemed to
shake the earth and sky as we'll reached
him with full force. Had he not known
the same; terror himself? Heartily he
agreed with the<writer that the men who
stood their ground there and waited dur
ing that duel of iron throated monsters
until thea turn came were indeed brave
men and heroes.
S$ 9 Rosie, dot vos grand, grand, grand!''
he exclaimed when she had finished.
N. Yes, I know, papa. But now ] want
you to listen to me- There's some one in
the parlor who's coming In to say some
thing to you, and I want you to be real
nice to him. B, B. 80 u sss ,3sS 4,
AZ Then she gave her father kiss and a
hug and tripped into the next room.
Vot issdotsy Jay !. Rosies',
$ Won Crit could not change the current
of his thought so quickly, and Rosie's
words were all, but lost upon him.
On his mind was still pictured the field
OF Getty ysburg when q young man camo in
from the parlor. ss z5 "a .,
/. All, dot yos grand, grandl Heroes dey
were, heroes. Yes, und-vell, vellp''
Is He had realized that some one was pres
ent. Ell &C., s.s- 49, 25. ,sz
:"5 " tAh, Meestcr Fairfeldt. Veil, vot is id I
now? Want to dake Rosie to some more
dances, eh? Ny ohrachious, but you boys
will turn mine hair vite. Always wanting
mine Rosie to go somevere. [" ..a
Il g Mr.-von Griff," said Jack Fairfield.
II want to ask you something more seri-
GUS than that this time. q
We'll, veil, oudt with 1t, " said the un-
baker. ST.
Z want-sir, 1t
Jack hesitated in spite Of himself while
he CROPPED for the carefully prepared
speech. But 1t was gone. Hecould not re-
member word Of it, and there he was
stammering like sohoolboy with
q half learned lesson .a
Veil, veil, said Won Grif impatient
~.
Jack made last effort to recall that I
elusive speech and then blurted out, II |
want Rosie Mr.. Won Griff, for my wife" I
3 ''Vat?'' t:5.& s$ IS 5
The word seemed to be the result Of an
Internal explosion. The baker had leaned i
forward in his chair in an effort to rise !
quickly to his feet, but had failed. All |
this had added to tho lurid color Of his
face and deducted from his lung power.
BE made another effort to rise and sue
ceeded. # =.s {
",Vat!' he exploded again. - You-you i
-you want to- to marry mine Rosie:'
Yes, sir, = said Jack, half wondering
whether the baker was really going to ex- &
plode or only choke himself =. She Is will, +
Ing, for have asked her, and I came to
get your consent. .
Nj" You-you did, chr Hah! Ny consent!
Veil, sir, you will nefer get ,it-nefer.
Vat, mine Rosie marry jackanapes of a
nobody Mine Rosie
"But I'm somebody to Rosie, put in
Jack, thinking little argument might be T
! relief.
4. &. To Rosie, eh' Hahl But vat are you?
Who are your Answer me dot Who is
'our fatheri'
-. ou know my father, Mr.. Won Grif.
Yes, know him.. He iss another no.
,ody-a nobody, dell you. Leaf mine +
louse upd nefer come here some more. Go
way quick r.
! There seemed to be nothing for Jack to
10 but go. Il was very plain that the
,aker was In no mood for argument, and,
much as Jack wished to retort to the state
nent that heand his father were nobodies,
le turned on his heel without a word and
eft the house,
Jack did not understand the cause OF +
7on Griff's wrath. He looked upon 1t +
merely as the temporary ruf1ling Of IN old
mans $emper that day would smooth
ut. But Rosie knew better. She fully
the contempt in which her
ather held those whom he: thought were IS
+ common clay and far outside the nobil- I
ty of arms which he had constructed for
imself She knew that his pet project