The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1898-03-16

tenderly, places beside him the dajn-
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 dof 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 aristocrat, 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 blithely as,
at some distance from her, David
dotfs his 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 second, and then to dart for
ward with lightning rapidity. There
is a sound as of something falling
heavily to the ground. mansvoice
shouts master David.' a woman S
shrek, and the voice of David cries:
"My God! Rose!''
Those who witnessed the hurried
scene f1ocked to the place of disaster.
the rest of the miners following
wonderingly. Athwart the ground
heavy wooden beam lies aslant;
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 quayer, but
it is 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 cluster of wild bloom in
her folded hands. Large sheaves of
blooms are about her, breathing
their sorrow in whiffs of perfumes
upon the still ar.
Beside the silent sleeper Pawnee
Bill sits; his hand covers caressing
ly the pale, folded hands of his lit
tie Eose. He looks neither around
nor about him; his glance is trans
fxeG with sorrowful intentness upon
the marble pale face before him. A
hand is laid lightly upon his shoul-
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
nee Bills arm steals lovingly around
the STOPPING form and gently strokes
the bowed head.
"She's goin from us Master
David" he says in low voice.
David answers only with sobs. My
little girl died for you, Master Da-
vid, but I'd we done the same. May
be, anyhow, she's better off, for this
was a rough old world for my little
un. -
They watched together in silence,
David's head leaning sadly upon the
coffin edge, the hand of Bill lovingly
twined around him.
In the quiet churchyard that sleeps
m the shadows of the chapel room is
little grave, and at its head stands
heavy cross of cleaning marble
on which is carved the one word
Crosse" 1t is David's last gift to
Rose.-San Francisco Post
Their Different Ways.
A woman always judges a man
by his voice, and a man judges him
by his necktie.-Pearson's Weekly.
His Success.
"I never had an article accepted, "
he said quietly. Every man is
born with desire he cannot graf
ify. 1t is part of the discipline of