Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1897-08-10

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Dry of him who had carried away flower
when they parted in anger. She only said
that he had died.
"Such changes come" she said. "For
| am a widow and a grandmother l Won
der if you can look back over those 80
years and believe it could be l who left
you at the gate"
"When stop to think that my grand
daughter is q girl of 4, do really find it
difficult" he answered.
They talked of their grandchildren, and
if you could have heard them you would
have known that the old story, interrupted
80 years before, was resuming at the chap
ter which had ended with a young man
walking angrily away from gate, glar-
ing at rose, but net daring to throw it
away.
"Would it not be pleasant for us to
bring the little people out to the park to-
morrow" he suggested 81 should like
to see your grandson. Indeed, l should. :"
"And should SO love to see the little
girl 1t would be nice, wouldn't it?"
"And we could show them the bears
and other beasts and let them play upon
the grass, and we ourselves might talk of
those other days" There was meaning in
his eyes as he looked into the sweet old
face. She knew it, and with u faint flut-
tering of the heart, like that of the girl
who had given him the flower before quar-
reling with him, she acquiesced in the ar
rangement. She would bring a lunch for
the children, and they could watch them
at their play.
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away and walking across the flower
marked lawn toward the fountain whore
they had arranged to meet Somehow the
vision of other days came to him, and he
remembered that sho had once looked like
this when sho had moved down the path
and under the apple blossoms to meet him
at the gate--only then there was no blue
capped and white wasted grandchild run
ming at her side. He remembered also
that no little golden haired girl in a white
frock had held his hand while he had
waited at the gate or had looked up at him
and asked him childish questions in the
name of grandpapa.
The children were shy and hung back
when they were earnestly prompted to
shake hands and kiss each other, and the
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child therefor. Then they all went to a
green hillside, and under the shade of a
tree they gayly spread the little lunch.
edo they not, he asked indicating the
children, "1nake you think that we are
beginning life all over again instead of
coming rapidly into its ending-and to a
lonesome ending, at that? Do they not
hold on, my little man, you muslin It smear
jelly Oh your sweetheart's frock!" The
adnonition was called out by IA fiercely
hostile action on tho part of her grand
child, Before they could check the young
ster ho had repeated his sweet and sticky
assault, and the littlo girl burst into
spasms Of tears. They comforted her. and
the silver haired grandmother warned
Bobby chat such disgraceful conduct, if
repeated, would meet with swift and ter
rible justice.
II have always kept that rose you gave
me before our quarrel, " he said, suddenly
turning to her. Il did not think it dis
loyalty to my wife to treasure it, and it
was a great comfort to me. T.
He was interrupted by Il scream from
her.
"Your little girl is scratching his face!
Oh, the poor little mani"
He had his hand in his coats inner pock-
ct. and it was clasping a small box in
which ho knew there rested withered rose
leaves, but he drew it out again and inter-
fercd between the two children.
Stop, Mabelp' he said sharply. "There,
there; dom t mind. You mustn't cry about
your dress. Grandpapa will get you a
fine new ono tomorrow, and a dolly"
"And candy?" snuf1led the weeping girl.
"And candy" he promised.
Somehow this episode seemed to have
severely wrenched events. She comforted
the scratched Bobby with promises of edi
BILE merchandise, occasionally speaking of
the dreadful nature of his wounds. 1t was
ten minutes before they had worked
around to Il normal condition, and then
he said, II have kept that rose for all
these 30years, and you had forgotten me. :"
Forgotten you? No, no. You must
not say that. l pledged my faith to my
husband, and kept it--but--sometimes-
sometimes--see here is the little ring you
carved out Of Il peach stone for me, and"-
Wah-h-h-h!' came from rearward She
tunred the sweet old face just In time to
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the boy fiercely and vengefully in the
stomach. Bobby rolled down the hill and
brought up against a sapling.
"Oh, what do you meanY You wicked
little vixen" she screamed. "Attacking
poor child like that. That is your grand
mothers spirit in you, III warrantP'
He put a choad down my back'
screamed little Mabel "a nasty hop
choad!"
ga toadp" the old man called angrily.
"You outra gcous little villain. just wait
till peel switch off this tree, and''--
A silver haired statue lowered before
him. With her right hand she thrust the
sniyeling Bobby behind her. "What will
you do, Robert Hardenp" she asked, with
flashing eyes. assault my grandchild
for being nearly killed by this scratching,
fighting little spit6re? Never. Over my
dead body alone shall such an outrage be
committed" And she looked at him like
a heroine.
every well, madaml" he snapped.
Perhaps your daughter knows how to
raise children-perhaps you do yourself
but there's no evidence Of Ii. A toad
Down her back The vicious little whelpW
"Good morning, Robert Hardenl''
GOOD morning, Rebceca Ellis"
They separated, each leading Shrek
ing grandchild and each burning with In.
ward hatred for the other.
A tramp who sat beneath that tree al
hour later found small box Of rose leatss
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