Watertown republican. [volume] (Watertown, Wis.) 1860-1906, 1900-09-12
SIR JASPER'S GENEROSITY.

The band was playing a Summer
Night in Munich" Out on the terrace
colored lights hung like globes Of fire;
and seats. cunningly placed in secluded
in the ouivering moonlight, stood Rose
mary Maitland. Her companion looked
at the sweet face half turned away from
him. Presently he spoke.
1T may be a long, long time" he said.
softly. And the music died away into Il
distant echo-it seemed Of pain. "Wlll
you spare a thought for me sometlmes:
I shall often think of you,' she an
swered. simply.
will you give me a fiower?" he said,
and turned to the hoWerDorder, filled
with quaint. old-fashoned piants-layen-
der, boy s-love,' balm and a host of
others.
What would you like?'' she asked.
And then with Il sudden Impulse she
picked off a piece of old-fashioned plant
and offered it to him.
There's rosemary, for remembrance
she said. a little unstead;ly.
And as Jim Duncan took the little
understanding sprig he kept the hand
in his. Surely the hour was come.
Rosemary" he said; Rosemary, will
YOU remember me? [ love you. Darling
won't YOU speak to me?"
What do you want me to say she
whispered, and the light in her sweet
blue eyes was quite enough for jim Dun
can, for he took her iii his strong arms.
and murmured all those sweet things
which come with all the force of first
love.
1T may be only a year he said, s'or it
may be longer. Can you wait so long,
Rosemary?'
Her answer, spoken softly enough, was
distinctly yes
L shall keep this he said putting the
little green sprig carefully away in his
pocket. And when [ am far away, dar-
ling, that will tell me of Rosemary fer
remembrance"
Rosemary. Rosemary, Where are
YOU, child?'
a tall, dark-eyed woman stood beside
them, her sheeny satin train sweeping
over the grass; diamonds glittered in
her hair.
We are going now, DEAR" she said,
looking keenly at Rosemary.
An, is that you, Mr.. Duncan? So
you are really going abroad?'
Yes. for a year; [ hope not more.
shall hope to come and see you before
we sail, Mrs. Maitland.''
We should have been delighted TO seq
you. she said but ! am afraid W.
leave town tomorrow for the country.
Come, Rosemary"
She swept away. followed by her
daughter: and as they stood in the bril-
llantly-lghted hail, Jim found time to
whisper last soodby in Rosemary
ear.
"Goodby, darling.' he whispered as he
put her soft, furry cloak over her shout
ders. L shall write to the colonel and
you. too. Tell me you love me, dearest"
you know | do. Jim
Mrs. Maitland glanced curiously at her
daughter as she sat still and silent in the
corner of the brougham.
Silly child,' she reflected. Thank
heaven, | was in time to nip the thing
in the bud
She said nothing. however. to Rose
mary on the subject and they parted il
silence.
1t was a week later.
Rosemary still watched feverishly for
the postman, happily unconscious of the
fact that Mrs. Maitland had had also Il
deep interest in the postboX and its con
tents, for one morning she had, on care
fully. examining the postbox. selected
two letters. one addressed to Col Matt
land and the other to Rosemary. These
she put IN her pocket for further exam
NATION, after which they found last
resting place in the fire.
IL m. Troops sailed yesterday for the
Cape. observed the colonel one morning
at breakfast. Halo! Young Duncan
went out, | see. Did you know he was
going, Grace?"
Mrs. Maitland opened the Morning
Post indifferently.
Young Duncan? Yes. 1 knew he