Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1900-01-11

latter, for the Roses since coming to
the colony had discovered that they
were of distinguished lineage. Old
Rose himself, an honest English farm
er, knew nothing of his noble descent,
but his wife and daughter knew-espe-
cially his daughter. There were Roses
in England who kept park and dated
from the conquest. So the colonial
Rose farm Became Rose manor in re-
membrance of the ancestral domain,
and the claim of the Roses to noble
Blood was established-in their minds
at least.
Gregory took up one OF the white,
crested sheets, but on deeper reflec-
ton he determined to take pink one
as more suitable to the state Of his
feelings. He began:
Kopje Alone, Monday Afternoon.
My Dear Jemima-
Then he looked up into the little
glass opposite. 1t was youthful face
reflected there, with curling brown
beard and hair, but in the dark blue
eyes there was look Of languid long
ing that touched him. He redipped
his pen and wrote:
When look up into the little glass that hangs
opposite me, ! wonder if that changed and sad
face
Here he sat still and reflected. 1t
sounded almost as if he might be con-
ceited or unmanly to be looking at his
own face in the glass. No, that would
not do. So he looked for another pink
sheet and began again.
Kopie Alone, Monday Afternoon
Dear Sister--It is hardly six months since left
you to come to this spot, yet could you now see
me ] know what you would say. l know what
mother would say. "Can that be our Greg-that
thing with the strange look in his eycs9"
Yes. Jemima, it is your Greg, and the change
has been coming over ever since came here
but 1t is greatest since yesterday. You know
what sorrows have passed through Jemima;
how unjustly was always treated at school, the
masters keeping me back and calling me a block
head, though, as they themselves allowed, l had
the best memory of any boy in the school and
could repeat whole books from beginning to end
You know how cruelty father always used me-
calling me noodle and milk sop just because
he couldn't understand my fine nature You
know how he has made farmer of me instead
OF minister, as ought to have BEEN You
know 1t all, Jemima, and how have borne it ALL
not as woman, who whines for every touch, but
as man should-in silence.
But there are things, there is thing, which
the soul longs to pour forth into kindred eAr
Dear sister, have you known what it is to
keep wanting and wanting and wanting to kiss
come ones mouth, and you may not; to touch
some ones hand, and you cannot? am in love-
Jemma.
The old Dutch woman from whom hire this
place has little stepdaughter, and her name be-
gins with E.
She is English. do not know how her father
came to marry Boer woman. It makes me feel
80 strange to put down that letter that i can
hardly go on writing-E I've loved her ever
since came here. For weeks ! have not been
able to eat or drink. Ny very tobacco when I
smoke, has no taste, and I can remain for no
more than Ave minutes in one place and some.
times feel as though were really going mad
Every evening ! SO there to fetch my milk.
Yesterday she gave some coffee. The spoon
fell on the ground She picked it UP. When
she gave it me, her finger touched mine. Je-
NINA. do not know il fancied it'll shiyercd
hot and she shivered too! l thought: st is all
right She will be mine. She loves mel" Just
then, Jemima. in came fellow, a great coarse
fellow. a Germsn-a ridiculous fellow. with curls
right down to Ills shoulders. 1t makes one sick
to look at him. He's only a servant of the
Boer woman's and low. vulgar. uneducated
thing that's never been to boarding school in
his life. He had been to the next farm seeking
sheep. When he came in, she said: "Good even
ing, Waldo. Have some coffee" and she kissed
him.
All last night heard nothing else but s'Have
coffee; have some Coffee II went to
aleep for moment, dreamed that her finger
was was pressing Saa NINE put ~hen woke With
Have some coffee" '00
Is this madness?
l have not eaten mouthfui today. This even
shall 90 and l,ill mvsef tomorroy Thara !. 'e,
dam, of water close by. The sheep have drunk
most OF it up. but there is still enough, if tie
''Je i - cho; iceA hstvs.n ,o,+n and
can endure no more. If this should be the last
letter you ever get from me, think of me ten.
Gerry aha 'orglye me. without her lie would be
nv affinity; the one love Of INV life Of NV youth
of my manhood; my sunshine, my God given
blossom t,,''
once zoe wv WIZ o'e4l'eu 'na' lucy 4o'e'
And who saith, Il loved once
Not angels. whose deep eyes look down through
VI realms l;as. .. hsh', ],
probability. the last md distracted NIGHT Of his
life, GREGORY NAzIANzEs ROSE.
+. S-Tell mother to take care OF my pearl