Belding banner. (Belding, Mich.) 1889-1918, 1901-03-07
Rose.


Rose
"What do you think of that?" asked
Harrison Compton, placing before his
friend, Myles Darlington, picture,
evidently the product of an amateur
kodak fend. The picture in question
represented young girl scarcely out
OF her teens, standing straight, with
out the thought OF posing, in the midst
of trees and shrubbery. Her hands,
clasped loosely before her, held a sim
gle 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 Barring
ton and held them fascinated.
% "Who is shel" he asked, without
lifting his eyes. Indeed, he seemed in
capable of removing his gaze from the
picture.
Her name is Rose Parker, twas the
reply. She is staying with my cousin
Alice, and last night they were look
ing over their snapshots, and | confis-
Gated this one"
Rose, " repeated his friend, as he
held the picture from him little. at
just suits her"
Chow do you know" was the jesting
answer. "You never saw her did your"
"No; but | wish could meet her,"
was the answer.
Thanks for the hint. Como over
with me tomorrow night and we'll
take the girl. 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 delightful ringing laugh fell
upon their ears. The door opened land
a 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 Darlington.
a moment Of awkward silence, and
then Harrison Compton, introduced her
as Miss Parker.
TO Myles Darlington that evening
was glimpse Of paradise. He remem-
bered for days afterward how white
her shoulders were when he put her
heavy cloak over them, how golden her
hair was, and how dark her eyes. He
also discovered little dimple near the
IL 1T tuhn hn
laughed, which she did often.
One day Myles Darlington went to
one of the poorest parts of the city to
interview witness in one OF his cases,
for Mr.. Darlington was a lawyer of no
small practise. 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 great
hurry.
"Mr Darlington, she said, aud 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. 10. Tell
him Miss Parker wants him. Hurry"
and in her excitement she gave him a
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
t. Iii sala nj
with 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
well his little arm had been bandaged,
add how familiar Miss Parker seemed
to be with his family.
"She's our Rose announced John,
sour beautiful Rose" he said as she
smoothed back his hair. Mother here
says she's an angel" but Rose quietly
laid her hand upon her lips and he said
no more.
Now ! am going home,n she said,
brightly, "and John is going to be good
aud not worry mother about going to
work to morrow. I'll see about your
place. she said as she went out follow
ed 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,
gIapcing W a. her tall companion.
II was thinking, Miss Parker, how
good you have been tC those people. I"
"Good, +" she said, looking at him in
surprise. IL am not good TO them. 1t
Is but justice. have more money
than / could ever spend myself, and