Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1901-09-04
Sir J2SD8P'S Generosity.

Night in Munich" Out on the terrace
colored lights hung like globes of fire,
and seats. cunningly placed in Sc
| cludei corners, invited reposo to the
dancers. There, in the quivering moon
light, stood Rosemary Maitland. Her
companion looked at the sweet face
half turned away from him. Presently
he spoke.
at may be long, long time," he
| said, softly. And the music died away
into distant echo-it seemed of pain.
"Will you spare a thought for me
sometimes?"
Il shall often think of you," she
answered simply.
will you give me q flower?" he
said, and turned to the flower-border,
filled with quaint, old-fashioned plants
Lavender. boys love-" balm" and
q host OF others.
What would you like?" she asked.
And then with a sudden impulse she
picked off piece of an oldfashioned
/ plant, and Offered it to him.
There's rosemary, for remem-
brance," she said, little unsteadily.
And as Jim Duncan took the little
pungent-smelling sprig he kept the
hand in his. Surely the hour was
come!
Rosemary" he said; Rosemary,
will you remember me? l 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 Duncan, for he took her in his
strong arms, and murmured all those
sweet things which come with all the
| force of first love.
1T may he only year" he said, ''or
it may be longer. Can you wait so
| long, Rosemary"
Her answer, spoken softly enough,
was distinctly Yes"
| shall keep this, he said, putting the
little green sprig carefully away in his
pocket. And when l am Iar away,
/ darling, that will tell me of Rose
mary for remembrance.
Rosemary. Rosemary! Where are
you, ch!ld?"
A tall, darll-eyed woman stood be-
side them, her sheeny satin train
sweeping over the grass, diamonds gilt
tering in her hair.
eve are going now, dear" she said,
looking keenly at Rosemary.
"Ah, is that you, Mr.. Duncan? So
you are really going abroad?"
Eyes, for a year; | hope not more.
shall hope to come and see you be-
fore we sail, Mrs. -4aitland."
I'VE should have been delighted to
see you." she said but am afraid we
leave town tomorrow for the country.
Come, Rosemary"
She swept away, followed by her
daughter; and as they stood in the
brilliantly lighted hall, Jim found time
to whisper last goodbye in Rose
mary's ear.
Goodbye, darling" he whispered,
as he put her soft, furry cloak over her
shoulders. 81 shall write to the colonel
and you, too. Tell me that you love
me, dearest"
"You know l do, jim"
Mrs. Maitland glanced curiously at
her daughter as she sat still and ST.
lent in the corner of the brougham.
"Silly child she reflected. THANK
heaven, l was IN time to nip the
thing in the bud"
She said hothing, however to Rose
mary on the subject and they parted
in silence.
1t was week later.
Rosemary still watched feverishly for
the postman, happily unconscious of
the fact that Mrs. Maitland had had
also a deep interest in the post-box
and it's contents, for one morning she
had, on carefully examining the post
box, selected two letters. one ad-
dressed to Col. Maitland and the other
to Rosemary. These she put in her
pocket for further examination, after
while they found last resting place
in the fire.
Him! Troops sailed yesterday for
the Cape" observed the colonel one
morning at breakfast. Halo! Young
Duncan went out, l see. Did you
know he was going, Grace?"
MIS-. maitland opened the Morning
Post indiiferently.
young Duncan? Yes. | knew he
was off very soon. Rosemary, you are
pouring the cream into the sugar ba-
sim"
Rosemary murmured something
vaguely about the heat and escaped
into the garden, while Mrs. Maitland
proceeded to enlighten her worthy
husband on the subject, wisely omit
ting, however. the episode of the
burnt letters.
well, my dear, Jim Duncan is
very nice young fellow" he ventured
to say, "and if the child likes him"
"Really. George, you are quite alb
surd Why, the boy has scarcely
enough 20 keep himself. Besides you
know. Sir Jasper Carew is only wait
ing for little encouragement to come
to the point"
Time passed-time which waits for
no man-and as each day slipped by,