Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1901-06-13

| she knew that she was truly loved.
She liked respect, but she spurned
that respect which only aims at out
| ward show, while the heart may be
reeking with vilest sensualism.
Rosaind sat there in the apart
ment which was hers for her own
private use, and she was sad and
thoughtful. One fair hand support
ed her pure brow, while with the
other she twisted the ends of the
silken sash that confined her heavy
robe. Thus she sat when the door
of her apartment was opened and a
young girl entered. This newcomer
was a small, fair creature, bright
and quick, with that raven hair and
those large dark eyes Of dreamy
light which bespeak the child of
Moslem blood. Her name was Zeno-
bic, and she was now about l6 years
of age. Rosalind's father had pick
ed her up on the battlefield from
which the Turks had fled, and, being
unable to find any claimant, he had
brought her home, then almost an
infant. And now she was Rosa
lind's attendant and companion.
She loved her kind and gentle mis-
tress and would have laid down life
itself in the service.
"How now, Zenobie?" asked Rosa
lind as she notice the girl hesitate.
|"There is a gentleman below who
would see you," the girl replied.
<"Tell him I cannot see him." said
Rosalind, trembling.
*<But this is Ruric Newell, my mis-
tress."
"Ruricw uttered the fair maid
en-, starting up, while the rich blood
mounted to her brow and temples.
ooh, I am glad he has come! My
prayers are surely answered. Lead
him hither, Zenobie." >5,. 49,.
The girl departed, and ere long
afterward Ruric entered the apart
ment. He walked quickly to where
Rosalind had arisen to her feet, and,
J taking one of her hands in both lis
own, he pressed it to his lips. He
had had well formed speech upon
his lips when he entered the room,
but twas gone now. He could only
gaze into the lovely face before him
and murmur the name that sounded
so sweetly to his ears. But the emo
tions of his soul became calm at
length, and then he spoke with more
freedom.
tLady," he said after he had tax
en- his seat, |Fyou will pardon me for
this visit when you know its cause,
and you will pardon me, too, if !
! speak plainly what I have to speak. "
''Surely, SIR
"Oh, call me Ruric. Let us at
least not forget the friendship OF
childhood" 5-.1.
@"Then I am not lady, said Ros-
alind, smiling.
*'No, Rosalind."
"Ah, Ruric!
GAS we were in childhood" whis-
pered the youth.
/ Gin all but years. % returned Rosa
lind in the same low tone.
"And I may wear the same i'm,
age in my heart %
ri cannot cast it from mine if
would"
'fThe image of childhood, dear
Rosalind?''
"Aye, save that it has grown to
manhood, dear Ruric."
What more could he ask for love
He had not aimed at this confession
so soon, but he put it not from him
now. He gazed a moment into the
fair maiden's kindling eye, and as
he saw the lovelit tear gathering
there and the happy smile working
its way about the rosy lips and
away in the joyous dimples he
| opened his arms and clasped the
fondly loved one to his bosom.
ooh, I am not deceived in this p
he murmured. ''Speak, dearest one.
81 cannot forget the love of the
happy times agone," the noble girl
replied, gazing up through her hap
ply tears. "Oh, how many and many
an hour have I prayed to God that
those days might return and that
the one true heart Of earth I loved
might be mine once more. Ruric.
why should I hide the truth or why
set it aside? To me thou art all in
all. I have no one else to love and
none to love me else save the noble
girl who brought you hither. I can
tell you no more" ~ IT,.
Happy Ruric! Happy at that mo,
ment, forgetting all else but the
love that cleaned out upon him
then, he clasped the cherished oh.
J ject ardently to his bosom.
But the moments flew on, and al