The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1901-03-08
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/ 0Rn HAT do you think of thatT'
| WNW asked Harrison Compton, plac-
ing before his friend. Myles
Darlington, picture, evidently the
product of an amateur kodak fiend.
The picture in question represented
young girl scarcely out of her teens,
standing straight, without the thought
Of posing, in the midst Of trees and
shrubbery. Her hands, clasped loosely
before her, held a single rose; her head
was slightly raised evidently in the
act of listening, while her eyes looked
steadily, clearly up into the blue orbs
of Myles harrington and held them
fascinated.
who is she?' he asked, without lift
ing his eyes. Indeed he seemed in
capable of removing his gaze from the
picture.
Her name is Rose Parker" was the
reply. ''She is staying with my cousin
Alice, and last night they were looking
over their snapshots, and l confscated
this one"
Rose repeated his friend, as he
held the picture from him a little. ut
just suits her"
How do you know?" was the testing
answer. You never saw her, did your"
mo; but | wish l could meet her."
was the answer
Thanks for the hint Come over
with me tomorrow night and Wen
take the girls to the opera"
The invitation was gladly accepted
by Mr.. Darlington.
They drove to Miss Compton's home,
and while they paused for moment in
the hall a delightful ringing laugh fell
upon their ears. The door opened, and
Il young lady clad in white, the train Of
her gown flung over her arm, ran out
of the drawing-room almost into the
arms of Myles harrington.
A moment of awkward silence and
then Harrison Compton introduced her
as Miss Parker
To Myles harrington that evening
was glimpse of paradise. He remem-
bered for days afterward how white
AANA NAOuAnNAn NNlE WntI AlG put utI
heavy cloak over them how golden her
hair was and how dark her eyes. He
also discovered n little dimple near the
left corner of her mouth when she
laughed which she did often.
One day Myles harrington went to
one of the poorest parts Of the city to
interview a witness in one of his cases,
for Mr.. Darlington was a lawyer of no
small practice. He found the house
and went up the rickety stairs. On the
second flight he was met by young
lady who appeared to be in a great
hurry.
Mr. harrington" she said, and he
recognized Rose Parker; you're just
in time Little John has cut his arm
dreadfully, and you must go for the
doctor. There is one at No. 43. Tell
him Miss Parker wants him. Hurry"
and in her excitemnt she gave him
little push and ran quickly up the
stairs.
The doctor was found, and in a few
minutes they were back again into the
miserable room. Miss Parker, with a
large Bingham apron over her neat
tailor made suit. sat in a rocking chair
with a young child In her arms. On a
mean pallet on the side of the room
lay a woman evidently In the last
stages of consumption, and with her
lay the boy, John. Myles noticed how
we'll his little arm had been bandaged.
and how familiar Miss Parker seemed
to he with his family.
"She's our Rose" announced John,
"our beautiful Rose" he said as she
smoothed back his hair. Mother here
says she's an angel" hut Rose quietly
laid her hand upon her lips and he said
no more.
Now l am going home" she said,
brightly, "and John is going to be good
and not worry mother about going to
work tomorrow. III see about your
place" she said. as she went out, fol-
lowed by Mr.. harrington.
Once outside she was again the soci-
ETY. bud. She talked Of the last ball.
the next dinner, etc.
why so silent" she asked presently.
glancing up at her tall companion.
Il was thinking, Miss Parker. how
good you have been to these people,"
Good" she said, looking at him ia
surprise. Il am not good to them. 1t
is but justice. l have more money than