The Somerset herald. [volume] (Somerset, Pa.) 1870-1936, 1896-03-04
WHOLE NO. 1927.


intervened i'm the guise of an unlocked
for accident the question might never
have come to final settlement.
\ quick ring at the hall bell brought
ROsalie from her workroom. Opening
the door she found shabbily dressed
little girl standing outside with IA small
roll OF music under her arm.
"Mr. Everett lives down one flight"
she said, in answer to the eager qucs-
! ton. Take care of the stairs, il is
rather dark But her warming came
too late. The child lost her footing on
the landing and fell from the top to the
bottom, while Rosalie, pale and fright
ened, hastened to the Rescue rs fast as
her feet could carry her.
As she reached the mOtionless little
figure and raised it in her strong young
arms the door of the lower apartment
was flung wide open and VIII Everett
stood upon the threshold.
'Come in here" he said authOrita-
lively, relieving her of her burden, and
RoSalie followed him meekly. He laid
the child upon the couch as tenderly as
! if he had been a woman.
''She has tainted ~ he exclaimed as
he hurried Off for some water. ROsalie
bent over her anxiously and gently felt
for any broken bones. She gave q re-
lieved sign as VIII came back.
al think it is only the shock Of the
fall, and probably a few bad bruises, "
she said, rubbing one cold hand, while
the young man on his knees beside her
vigorously rubbed the other. They
then worked in silence until the little
one opened her eyes and tried to sit up.
"NOt yet Madge. You had a bad
tumble and must keepquiet for awhile.
| will go and tell your mother. She is
an invalid" he explained to Rosalie,
"and meantime Miss Norton will get
you 10 bed. That is,' he added, IF
you do not mind. Mary is away,
spending few days with Flora West
brooke, and | am Ounce about those
matters. Just put her away in Mary's
room and rummage about there for
anything you may need. Call the maid
if you are in trouble. I'll be back in a
few minutes"
ROsalie half smiled a. he gave this
voiley of orders and made good his e.
cape. Then with a glow at her heart
she could not understand, she set about
her preparations. BY the time viii
returned her charge had been made
quite comfortable in Mary's room.
Then ensued an awkward pause, dur
ing which Rosalie stood undecided
whether to beat hasty retreat or ac-
cept the situation more gracefully and
exchange commOnplaces with her
quondam lover who sat earelessly twirl-
ing himself on the music-stool watch
ing her with a dangerous light in his
eyes. 1t was crisis, they both knew,
yet both Were too proud or too Obsti-
nate To force il by word or glance.
The situation could only have lasted
Il few seconds, though il seemed of in
terminable length TO poor ROsalie, who
fe!t her defenses giving away, when
Dorothea's voice outside and her per-
emPtOry knock a. the door brought
them both to their senses.
She GLANCED sharply from one To the
other rs she came into the Foon. "The
smell of burning soup permeating
| through seven rooms and a bath led
ne to investigation" she remarked.
II found the cook flown and the brew
seorched. You needn't go, Rosalie |
have opened all the windows and per-
formed the last offices for the soup
that is, I've thrown it ont, and do
not know what inspiration led me here
unless il was an intense desire To wind
up my romance. | am writing one
from real life, you understand" Then
suddenly her manner changed.
''Hless you for a perverse pair of
mules! Here is happiness staring you
right in the face, and you dodge it as
if ii We're some new form of plague.
Go to bad children, and mend your
~ Then, half frightened at what
she had done, Dorothea turned and
/ fled.
ROsalie walked hastily to the win
| dow. Everett rose from his stool and
followed her, and together, still in un-
broken silence, they looked out at the
gray clouds and the wayward move
ments OF the first scurrying flakes, the
heralds ofthe approaching snow-storm.
Then suddenly, as by common inl-
pulse, their eyes met and their hands
and their lips; but why repeat the Q.i
story.
''Rosalie," " said Evelyn chat night,
pushing her sister gently in front of 4
mirror, put into your wQpaR's esya
half the light and radiance reacted
there in yeuFs and the work will be the
perfection of ideal womanhood."
"iou might call it Love Crowned +"
observed Dorothea, wiping her pen
with evident satisfaction, for the tale
was finished.
''Do you know Flora" said this ir-
repressible young person the next day,
'we find the premises very crowded;
in fact, we think seriously of taking in
the lower apartment, which will give
Us fourteen rooms and two baths, you
see:u
But Flora had caught tie yoatagion
Of this all pegys,iias happiness.
Really ~ she cried, delighted.
"Ses," said Dorothea, quite soberly,
with one or two extra conveniences-
Il cook and a husband being among the
added luxuries." Then they laughed
rs only light-hearted girls can laugh.
and Flora never repented her first and
only bit of matchmaking.
Mary and Her Little Pain.
Mary has little painI
Comes from torpid liver;
1t follows her where'er she goes
Spite of all they give her.
Like Mary's lamb, Wen turn ii ent