Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1900-09-22
THE STORY or ROSEMARY.


How the Curate's True Love Came to Him
at Last.
/ think. on looking back, that ! must
have been quarreling with Rosemary
though that seems well-nigh impossible
Aren't YOU sorry You can be mu-
sician?' she asked.
Il am sorry" l replied, for it had been
the dream of my life. but since my
mother wishes ne to take holy orders
and follow III my fathers steps | am
content to do So"
Il think it is perfectly hateful to have
to stitle ones nclinations end do things
one doesn't want to do
/ And then Charles Falconer came
/ through the gate, and crossed the lawn
/ to where we were.
/ | 90 back to this summer afternoon
/ because il seems that my story has its
beginning there, and whenever hear the
/ druWsy hum OF bees, or the roses scent
! is waited across my pain. memory ear
/ ries me back, and see Rosemary face
as she sprang up to greet Charles Fal-
! CCuer
Since this story is of Rosemary | will
skip that portion OF It winch concerns
me alone, making mention only that five
years passed ere she and | met again;
and then-as she had propheSled-I was
a curate i'll Il London parish. During
| these years, too, her father had died,
and she resided in Brighton with a rela-
tive.
1t was not often | took a holiday, but
one afternoon great pianist was giving
recital at st. James hail, and | went
! TO hear him. When | had been seated
some minutes, q very beautiful woman
passed me 50 closely that heY dress
brushed against me, and my heart gave
Il wild thrOb, for | recognized Rosemary.
Inc selections were mostly from Cho
pin, who had ever been my favoritc mas
ter and rs the pianist began one of the
dreamy nOcturnes that | love, and had So
often played in the old days at home.
! Rosemary turned her head, and our ewes
met | thought she seemed glad TO see
me, and remembered also. | waited for
her when the recital wis over but eoild
only get few words. for her companion
the relative with whom she livcd-was
III a hurry to keep some appointment
he following afternoon I called at the
address she lad given me, but saw little
opportunity Tor conversation: the draw
ing room was so crowded.
As | entered, Rosemary was talking to
tall man, a little apart. and | rrcuy-
nlHed Charles FalcOncr. or to he exact
Sir Charles FHlconer. for he had come
INTO the haronetcy. | think he was not
overpleased, but | read my welcome in
RoSemary's face
On returning to my rooms. found n
messenger, who begged | would go To
see dying woman, and | lost no time
i'll complying.
The end was very near, and | re-
manned. giving what consolation | could
Her last words were message. and as
II was evident she wished me to deliver
1t, | bent my ear to her lips
Il forgive" she whispered. tell him"
then in answer TO my look of inquiry she
spoke 4 name clearly; Sir Charles Fal-
cnucr."
| learned her story aftorward from the
broken hearted sister who was present
or at least such of it as she knew. for
they had been separated some wears
There is no need 10 speak here of the
ptlful life that was now in Gods kppp-
ing; but | determined to see Falconcr mt
"nce-t0r ! learned also from this poor
woman that he was to he married to
Rosemary.
Sir Charles occupied handsome suite
of rooms in Sackyille street, and IA man
who admitted NE spoke of him as din
ing.
Il can wait, said: hut he sent word
FOR me to 80 into the dining room. as ne
was alone.
As shortly as possible spoke of the
poor girl ! had left. and lie turned fan
cy, triile pale, AS | finished he said.
more grayely than | had anticipated
and / began to hope his heart was
touched:
IA sad case Damer, but 4 common
one, and one that concerns me less than
YOU appear TO think. This woman. the
sister. has made Il good deal ont of n
friendship once had for the girl"
But her last words?"
Sound strange, | admit-SiCk pPODlC