The Telegraph-courier. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1888-1946, 1898-11-10

SC1u0U SODS OH nose against 0SS Ia
theirs knee.
master David, Bills cabin viii
always be happier for your comm
near it, and Rose will always be glad
to see you. Now, goodby, lad, and
God bless you Leave my little I'M
to me, for her sorrow is deep, Mas
ter David"
"Goodby, Bill"
David respected Bills word too
highly to thwart it-even SO much
as in thought. After that evening
Rose and he spoke of their love as
something that made their lives
more sweet, yet as something that
was going from them hourly, mo-
mentarily, and in their hearts they
asked themselves, "How will it
end9"
It was noon. The air was filed
with mellow autumn sunshine. At
the mines the hour of rest and re-
freshment had come gladly-as it
does ever to the sons of toll. The
hum of ceasing labor was still audi
BILE. Rose, as she kisses her father
tenderly. places beside him the dain
ty collation. which it had ever been
her loved task to prepare for and to
carry to him. She smiles sweetly to
the gruff and grizzled miners about
her, who doff their hats and respond
cheerfully.
The story of the love of Rose and
David had been whispered - but
merely whispered-among them. To
them it was something strangely
holy, this wonderful love-it awed
them. They could not tell why
Lod was wont to look intently at
the coming and going of David and
wonder perplexedly why nature had
not made him such as he, that he
might have won Roses love- Still,
he loved the pale aristoorat, too,
and he venerated his noble conduct
toward Rose and worshiped Rose all
the more for her sacrificing love for
David.
Rose waves her hand blitheIy as,
at some distance from her, David
doffs his cap in greeting. Then those
who were watching her saw her face
suddenly whiten, a wild light dart
into her blue eyes, her hands to
clinch tightly, to stand hesitatingly
for a second, and then to dart for
ward with lightning rapidity. There
is a sound as of something falling
heavily to the ground, man s voice
shouts master David!" woman's
shrek, and the voice of David cries:
my God! RoseW
Those who witnessed the hurried
scene fooked to the place of disaster,
the rest of the miners following
wonderingly. Athwart the ground
a heavy wooden beam lies ashanti;
close by the body of Rose, her head
horribly gashed, her slender hand
clutching tightly the loose blouse of
David, who lies prone beside her
CONSCIOUSNESS, but uninjured), where
Rose had dragged him from the
reach of the hand of death, offering
herself as satisfaction to the grim
ogre in David's stead.
Pawnee Bill views the scene in ST
lence. The still unconscious form of
David is conveyed from the scene.
Hands, rough from laborious toiling,
gentle with love, stoop to lift the
PROSTATE form of Rose.
"Don't touch her, comrades, Bill
says-his voice does not quaver, but
it is a tone deeper than usual-"that
task is mine"
He lifts the form tenderly, and
with his face pressed tightly to hers
white with the death tinge-he
moves onward.
The next day the body of Rose,
still in the last, calm sleep, lies in
humble state in the little sitting
room. Loving hands of kindly wO-
men have arrayed her daintily and
fastened a cluster of wild bloom III
her folded hands. Large sheaves OF
blooms are about her, breathing
their sorrow in whiffs of perfumes
upon the still air.
Beside the silent sleeper Pawnee
Bill sits; his hand covers caressing-
ly the pale, folded hands of his lit
tie Rose. He looks neither around
nor about him; his glance is trans
fixed with sorrowful intentness upon
the marble pale face before him. A
hand is laid lightly upon his shout
der, voice whispers his name in
broken accents, and David kneels be-
side the sorrowing father, his face
buried in his hands upon the old
mans knee, sobbing bitterly. Paw
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