The Forrest City times., 1895-11-15
A YELLOW ROSE.
BY MARGARETTA M. MORLEY.

Have you seen the mountain yet?" asked an old resident of bevy of pretty girls as they stood on the piazza of the Hotel Tacoma.
 Each pretty girl answered with groan. No, indeedl" exclaimed one of 'dem. We have been imprisoned in Tacoma nine days. too, yet not an inch Jf the mountain have we seen. There seems to be some fatality about it, for no sooner does Raymond and Whit comb party strike the town than old lackhammer, as Puyallup editor has dubbed it, sees fit to hide it's head"
 Il have begun to question whether there really is any mountain there," ob- served tall, fair girl with wistful blue eyes, "and whether you imaginative people have not mistaken cloud for mountain at some early period and lived in the delusive glory of it ever since? At Seattle, they say, there is a Mount Rainier, but no Tacoma; while at Tacoma they never heard of Mount Rainier. What is one to think? Now we have been stalled here almost two weeks by the floods and disabled rail- roads, as the girls have just said and, al- though the sun has shone often during this time, that gray curtain in the south has never lifted. It is very odd!" All eyes were fixed on the distant cloud bank and the girl with the wistful eyes continued, dreamily: Ut resembles n nm hi tinnc cess is there-always there-yet the in- tervening clouds are so dense that at times" She stopped abruptly, con- fused by the earnestness of her own voice.
 "Who is that girl?" demanded the old resident, turning, with some curiosity, to watch the slender figure. Il did not catch the name as we were introduced. Is she one of your party?"
 "Ies, she is a Raymond. She and her father went through the Yosemite val. ley, and also to Alaska with our excur- sion; so, you see, we are well acquaint- ed" replied one of the pretty girls. Her name is Rose-Rose Monroe, and she is ever so nice"
 You have pleasant party?"
 "Oh, yes, indeed, perfectly lovelyl And we don't mind being delayed here one bit, for Raymond and Whitcomb pay all our expenses during the deten- tion and we have no end of fun. Only, ot course, it would be more exciting if there were some young men,"
 "Of course" agreed the old resident, with q smile. But there is a rather nice-loolSing man now-sitting by the window. Is he not of your party~
 "Where? Oh, yes, l see whom you mean!" enthusiastically That is Mr. Emerson Dwight; he is from Boston, and he is perfectly dear! Did you ever see such handsome profile? Look at his hands-are they not dreams of sym metry? And such hair - that soft, brown wave in it is absolutely perfect."
 The old inhabitant was heartily amused.
 q anu glad you like your travelling companion so we'll" he remarked; and was then puzzled by dissenting shake of the head from the very girl who haa been sounding the young mans praises.
 Like him? We don't like him." she explained. We don't know him-he's from Boston!"
 "Oh!"
 'Yes, he is awfully exclusive-no, not that exactly, but well - indifferent. His manners are perfect, so he is always scrupulously polite to us, only he doesn't care pin about us. See? The only girl he has anything to do with is Rose Monroe. In his cold and formal fashion, he is very nice to her"
 Do you know, I think he is very much taken with her." volunteered the youngest of the group, who at once be- came the target of many scornful glances. "I do, indeed! He talked with her for hours at time going up