The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1898-03-23
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The story of the love of Rose and
David has been whispered merely
whispered-a them. To them ii
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 veneratcd his noble conduct to-
ward Rose and worshipped Rose all
the more for her sacrificing love for
David
Rose waves her hand bllthely ms, at
some distance from her, David doffs
his cap In greeting. Then those who
were watching her saw her face sud
denly whiten, wild light dart into
her blue eyes, her hands to eleneh
tightly. to stand hesitatingly for a
second, and then to dart forward with
lightning rapidity. There is sound
as of something falling heavily to the
ground; mans voice shouts, Master
David" woman's shrek, and the
voice of David, My Godl Rose!"
Those who witnessed the hurried
scene tocked to the place of disaster.
the rest of the miners following won
derlngly. Athwart the ground heavy
wooden beam lies aslant; close by the
body of Rose, her head horribly cash
RI hpr elnn1nr hand alttt n iuh la
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
10 the grim ogre In David's stead
Pawnee Bill views the scene In 81
lence. The still unconscious form OF
David Is conveyed from the scene
Hands, rough from laborious toiling.
gentle with love- stoop to lift the pros
trate form of Rose.
Don't touch her comrades" Bill
says-hls voice does not quaver, but 1t
is a tone deeper than usual that task
is mine"
He lifts her form tenderly and with
his face pressed tightly to hers-whlte
with the death tinge-he moves on
ward
The next day the body of Rose, still
in the last, calm sleep--lies In humble
state in the little sitting room. Low
Ing hands of kindly women have ar
rayed her daintily and fastened "A clus-
ter of wild bloom In her folded hands
Large sheayes of blooms are about her.
breathing their sorrow in whins of
perfumes upon the still air
Beside the silent sleeper Pawnee Bill
sits; his hand covers careasIngly the
pale, folded hands of his little Rose.
He looks neither around nor about
him; his glance Is transiixed with sor-
rowful lntentness upon the marble pale
face before him. A hand Is laid light
ly upon his shoulder. voice whispers
his name in broken accents and David
kneels beside the sorrowing father, his
face buried In his hands upon the old
mans knee, sobbing bitterly. Pawnee
Bills arm steals lovingly around tn,
STOPPING form and gently strokes III,
bowed head
She's going from us, Master Da
vid." he says In a low voice Davit
answers only with sobs. MY lit
tie girl died for you. Master David
but I'd We done the same Maybe
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
twlned around him.
In the quiet churchyard that sleeps
In the shadows of the chapel room Is
a little grave, and at It's head stands
heavy cross of cleaning marble on
which Is carved the one word. Rose. -
II Is David's last gift to Rose