The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1900-07-29
Inc Story of Rosemary.

| sician?'' she asked.
Il am sorry" I replied, for it had been
the dream of my life, but since my
mother wishes me TO take holy orders
and follow in my fathers steps am
content to DO So
Il think it IS perfectly hateful 10 have
| to stihe ones inclinations, and do things
one doesn't want TO do"
And then Charles Falconer came
! through the gate, and crossed the lawn
! TO where we were
! l go back to this summer afternoon be-
! cause il seems that my story has its
! beginning there, and whenever I hear
| the drowsy hum of bees, or the roses
scent is waited across my path, memory
carries me back, and I see Rosemary's
face as she sprang up to greet Charles
| Falconer.
Since this story is OF Rosemary I VIII
skip that portion of il which concerns
me alone, making mention only that
/ five years passed ere she and l met
again; and then-as she had prophesied
Il was curate in a London parish
During these years, too. her father had
| died, and she resided in Brighton with
! a relative.
! 1t was not often 1 took a holiday, but
| one afternoon a great pianist was CIV
! ing a recital at st. James Hall. and
went to hear him. When 1 had been
seated some minutes, a very beautiful
woman passed me SO closely that her
dress brushed against me, and my heart
gave a wild throb, for l recognized
! Rosemary.
The selections were mostly from Che
PIN, who had ever been my favorite
master and as the pianist began one
of the dreamy nocturnes that l love,
and had so often played in the old days
L H.
our eyes met. I thought she seemed
glad to see me. and remembered also
1 waited for her when the recital was
over, out could only get a few words,
for her companion-the relative with
whom she lived-was in a hurry to keep
some appointment. The following after
noon l called at the address she had
given me, but saw little opportunity for
conversations; the drawiDg-room was so
crowded.
AS l entered, Rosemary was talking to
tall man, d little apart, and l recog-
nized Charles Falconer, or to be exact
Sir Charles Falconer, for he had cCme
into the baronetcy. I think he was not
CYer-ple ased, but l read my welcome IL
Rosemary's face.
On returning to my rooms, l found "a
messenger who begged l would go to see
a dying woman, and l lost no time in
complying.
The end was very near, and I remain
ed giving what consolation l could. Her
last words were message, and as II
was evident she wished me to deliver it,
l bent my ear to her lips.
Il forgive she whispered, tell him.
then in answer to my look of inquiry she
spoke a name clearly: Sir Charles Fa-
coner.'
learned her story afterward from the
broken-hearted sister who was present,
or at least such of II as she knew, for
they had been separated some years.
There is no need 10 speak here of the
pitiful life that was now in Gods keep
ing; but / determined to see Falconer a.
once-for ! learned also from this poot
woman that he was to be married to
Rosemary.
Sir Charles occupied a handsome suite
of rooms in Sackville street, and a man
who admitted me spoke of him as dining
Il can't wait" l said, but he sent or
for me to go into the dining-room, as h
was alone.
AS shortly as possible 1 spoke Of the
poor girl l had left, and he turned, 1
fancy, a trlfe pale. AS l finished he
said, more gravely than l had ant CT
pated-and l began to hope his heart
was touched:
"A sad case, Damer, but a common
one, and one that concerns me less than
you appear to think This woman, the
sister, has made great deal out of a
friendship l once had for the girl.
But her last words?'
Sound strange, l adm:t-sick people
have odd fancies.''
Dying people seldom; with death
comes a clear vision"
You have, nevertheless, jumped at
conclusions, Damer. The girl, according
to your story, did not say 1 was the
person for whom the forgiveness was in
tended"
Most certainly sac did"
81 think not. l take II that she m n
toned my name as being the person
best able to convey her message to the
ear which it was Intended"
knew that he lied, and he knew that
knew it.
Il have my own opinion, Falconer,
and, holding it, am bound to exact
promise from you that you will give up
all claim to Miss Ellicott.'
That's your game is it, parson?" he
replied with a laugh so TO accom-
pIish your object you invent some black
mailing lie. l have an appointment, so
if you will consider our interview over
l will ring for my cab"
Il don't consider it over until you have
given me your word to see Miss Eli
colt no more"
He made movement toward the bell,
but / stepped before it.
Suppose 1 refuse?"
You shall not"
Bah! l shalI-and l do. Stand aside,
man, or l may forget your cloth"
He raised his arm to strike me. and
my fist shot out, catching him full be
tween the eyes, so that he fell like a log
at my feet.
knelt beside h.m, raising his head, ami
stanching the blood on his face. He
soon recovered. and 1 could sc in his
eyes that he knew he was beaten.
Some weeks elapsed ere I again saw
Rosemary, and during that time I heard
Of Sir Charles Faiconer going out to
Cairo.
At the end OF the summer 1 was offer d
the curacy CT a large parish in Man
chester. which 1 accepted. I could not
leave London without bidding Rosemary
gocd-by. and I longed to Sc her again.
TO hear her voice
And so I went. and this tine she as
alone. 1 think we both felt III at ease.
as though an unspoken thought az be-
tween US. As ba6e her adieu I though.
she turned pale, and the hand I 4 II
mine trembled ike an imprisoned birj.
But I dared not speak II my love; J fei-
in honor bound 20 wait awhile. As
reached the door her voice stayed M
steps. and I turned quickly With rapidly
beating pulses.
Basil. she said softly. "Basif" IN
another moment ! had taken her n m
arms end was pouring into her ear the
untold love of years.-&ainly About Peo-
pie.
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