The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1897-12-26
MIXED new YEAR ROSES.
BY AaUILA KEMpsTER.

! stopped and kissed her, and she blushed
and murmured, "Oh Philip
Now Philip Heritage was by no means
/ the recreant lover that Doris fancied him.
! He was an enthusiastic young painter ard
when really interested in piece of work
! was apt to be entirely oblivious of his
/ surroundings But he was very honestly
/ in love with Doris, though being a con-
scICnuOus as well as leVel-headed young
man, he deemed that he had no right to
bind a girl so young until he had proved
that he could keep her in comfort. And
when on the night before he went away
she had shown him that she cared, he had
blessed his stars, but held manfully to his
| determination, and gone off with gay
Testing word, little dreaming what the
consequence Of his reticence would be.
Once away, he grew afraid 10 write. Ev-
cry letter he tried 10 pen seemed to cry
aloud, Doris, 1 love you! 1 love YOU!
And so this stupid young man tore them
up and got down 10 his work with grim
determination.
He had intended to get back to town in
a week or ten days but he struck such
a wealth of color that he stayed on ard
on. painting away for dear life. and never
thinking how his long silence would strike
the little girl that he was working for.
At last the brilliant colOrs began to fade,
chill winter winds arose; and Philip pack
ed up his traps and went back to town
he went to call on Doris, and found that
she had gone to the musicale. The hostess
was an old friend, so he marched off to
the house, determined 10 surprise Doris.
He arrived early, AID after a welcome,
pushed towards the conservatory.
What he found there was a girl asleep
among the cushions of a divan, girl
with a white rose in her hair.
He stole softly behind and stopped ad-
miringly over her; then a spirit of mis-
chief seized him and he gently drew the
White rose from her hair and replaced it
with a red one from his coat. She stirred
as he did so, and one OF
the red petals fell to her lap.
Then for the first time he noticed that she
looked tired and worn, and in an excess
of loving solicitude stopped and kissed her
lightly, then drew back as she flushed and
muttered his name. He was just about to
rouse her when the sound of voices fore
stalled him, and Doris started up with
slight exclamation.
The dream had been very real, and be-
fore she had quite recovered, she saw Sir
George and his sister coming straight to-
wards her; she half rose to meet them,
when, to her establishment, Sir George sud
denly halted and with a formal bow turn
ed away, taking his sister, who seemed to
be on the verge of tears, with him.
Doris gazed after them with the most
profound establishment, until her eye was
caught by the red petal lying curled in
her lap. She started and gasped, and her
hand went gropingly to her hair. She
drew forth a-red rose, and stared at it
with wide open eyes as her dream came
back to her. Turning, she saw Philip
standing smiling behind her, and intuitive-
ly graspng the truth of the dream kiss,
she colored painfully, but the rose-the
rose! Suddenly she caught sight of the
white rose on his cOat-the white rose with
the crimson heart. Where did you get it,
Philip" she cried.
Stole it. dear; but you'n forgive me.
won't you?"
81 suppose I must, since you've con-
fessed."
Il stole something else, too; will you
forgive me that theft also?"
ooh, Phil, Phil, what have you done?
And, you bad boy, why didn't you write,
then there would have been no need to
steal. There, don't talk. You'll never I'M
what you've done, but / did think
that at least you'd be famous, and now
you've gone and spoiled it. Oh, you stupid
boy! I'm so glad! No. I shan't explain
anything, at least not now. You don't
deserve it, Oh, stop You mustn't! Some
one will see you. Now be quiet and come
and listen TO the music for five minutes,
and then you may take me home"
At the next academy Phil's masterpiece
was bought at its exhibition price by an
agent, who declined to give the real buy
ers name. 1t proved to be the start of his
life and for many years Philip was puz-
zled 10 know who the unknown patron
was. But Doris knew Sir George, and UNI
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