The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1901-09-12
! Sir JaSDGP'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 Sc
cludei corners, invited repose 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.
ut may be a long, long time" he
said, softly. And the music died away
into distant echo--it seemed Of pain
"win you spare a thought for me
sometimesf"
81 shall often think Of you" she
answered simply.
"Will you give me a flower?" he
said, and turned to the fiower-border,
filled with quaint, old-fashioned plants
Lavender. boys love-" balm" and
host Of others.
What would you like?' she asked
And then with a sudden impulse she
: picked off a piece of an old-fashioned
/ 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
comet
p. 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 Duncan, for he took her in his
strong arms, and murmured all those
sweet things which come with all the
force Of first love-
e"It may be only a year." he said, cor
1t ray 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 lar away
darling, that will tell me Of Rose
mary for remembrance.
Rosemary! Rosemary! Where are
you, child"
z A tall, dark-eyed woman stood be-
side them, her sheeny satin train
sweeping over the grass, diamonds gilt
,ering in her hair.
1--WE 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.
l shall hope to come and see you be-
fore we sail, Mrs, maitland"
1--WE 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 a 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 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, / was In time to nip the
thing In the bud"
She said nothing, however, to Rose
mary on the subject and they parted
in silence. M
It was a week later .
Rosemary still watched feyerishly for
the postman, happily unconscious Of
the fact that Mrs Maitland had had
also deep interest in the post-box
and itsicontents, for one morning she
had. on carefully examining the post
box, selected two letters, one ad.
dressed to Col Maitland and the other
70 Rosemary, These shj put in her
pocket for further Examination, after
While they found a last resting place
In the dre.
Him Troops sailed yesterday for
The Cape" observed the colonel one
morning at breakfast. "Hallol Young
Duncan went out, see Did you
know he was going, Grace2"
Mrs Maitland opened the Morning
Post indlhferently
'fopng Duncan? Yes. y knew he
was,on very soon, RosemF YOU are
pouring tne 90 ITO ba-
sin"