Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1896-04-30
THE CRUMPLED ROSE LEAF.
BY ELEANOR BYERS.

BY ELEANOR BYERS.
The we'll known bay at Algiers was
most delightfully."- still. The sun CLINT
ed down on the white sails of yacht
lying a mile or two out, making the
brasswork glitter and the pretty little
breakfast-tablc. set under the awning,
look most cool and inviting. It was
charmingly arranged deux, and every
thing, from the delicate eggshell china
to the little rat-tailed spoons, was of the
daintiest description. Everything
around looked so calm and quiet; it
seemed almost as though spell lay
: over it all, and the, ship were bout
to sail into an enchanted city-the bril-
liant blue of the Mediterranean, and the
cloudless southern sky, with the white
roofs and orange groves of Algiers in
the distance, making up a picture
worthy of a fairy-story! At least, so
thought the man and woman who were
leaning against the rail watching a
tiny boat which was slowly making
its way out to them. The woman held
a big scarlet sunshade over her, to shell
ter her fair curly head and sweet mo-
bile face from the sun. ;.
Fancy, Harry she was laughing,
tjust a month to-day since we were
married! What charming remem-
!brance! and what a lovely idea of yours
rs have all those flowers brought over
y decorate tsesx tbs 4.s ship with for tonight"
Hhe snh beat down on the little,white
handsSholdng thesparasol, and made
the Brilliant rings upon them glitter.
Again: :FWe'H begin at once, as soon
as he comes" she went on. II think
= festoon of big yellow flowers would
look splendid over the saloon door,"
: "Oh, no." answered her husband,
laughing; 1--WE won't begin at once,
Veil have breakfast first, and look at
the papers; in fact, don't you think it
will he too hot for us to do anything,
little woman? Imeant to let Williams
do it all, and we could sit in our deck
chairs and direct him, you know!"
:.F"You lazy old thing!" she cried. II
do believe you get worse and worse
every day, and the idea of wanting to
look at papers when you're on your
honeymoon! I never heard of such a
thing" 1Lsa% 81
''Well, I'm sure you were as eager as
i was for the letters this morning." he
laughed; "it would serve you right if
there were none, keeping me waiting
all this time for my breakfast, too,"
and he cast a longing and smiling look
r1o tho 1itflo IA ,1r1o,. tho
ing.
Don't go yet. Harry" she said; "he's
just coming now" and even as she
spoke the boat drew up at the yachts
side. It was, indeed, goodly cargo
that she carried, baskets of oranges,
bananas and purple grapes, whilst the
other end of the boat was mass Of
brilliant blossoms, and on the seat be-
side the tall swarthy African lay a
precious little packet of letters and
newspapers. IL T. 4.
"Oh," gasped Molly, who was an art
ist in small way; 'oh, what a glorious
mass of color, what lovely fiowers!"
Meanwhile the men carried the bas-
kets on board, and Mr.. Ashley, with his
letters, walked over to the table and
sat down in low deck-chair. ~ r. 90
"Now, sweetheart" he said, you'll
give me cup ofstea, won't you? Here
are two letters for you. do come and sit
down" ass% ~ & q" n 49, &&aSs
But Molly was kaeeling beside the
flowers, burying her face first in one
basket, then in another; and had to be
coaxcd away and comfortably installed
in her Chinois wicker chair by Harry
. himself before she would settle down
to breakfast and her letters. Such a
pretty picture as she made! her white
dress and scarlet .parasol standing out
against the deep blue of the sea, and be-
hind her the large baskets of flowers
and fruits.
They were both engrossed in their
posts; she, reading her first letters
from home since her trip, he, looking,
over the latest town newsstand reading
eagerly all that had happened in his
beloved London during the. three weeks
he had been away. Sometimes he
looked up with smile, and read her out
q bit of news, and asked how her moth
er was, and the boys, and at last, finish
ing off his tea with. Q sigh of satisfac-.
zion, he handed her his cup to refill. 80