Condon globe. (Condon, Gilliam Co., Or.) 189?-1919, 1901-08-08
CHApTER xxi.

she died.
CHAPTER XXI.
The windows OF Rose Ltncoin's cham
ber were open. and the balmy air OF May
came 10. kissing tho white brow Of the
sick girl, and whispering % her OF sweii'
ing buds and fair young blossoms. which
his breath had wakened Into hfe, and
which she would never see.
'Has Henry comeT' she asked Of her
father, and In the tones OF her voice there
was an unusual gentlenesa, for just as
she was dying Rose was learning to live.
For time she had seemed so indifier-
ent and obstinate that Mrs. Rowland had
almost despaired. But night after night,
when her daughter thought she slept, she
prayed for the young girl. that she might
not die until she had hrst learned the
way of eternal life. And, as II in an
sweF to her prayers. Rose gradually be-
gan 70 listen. and as she listened. she
wept, wondeHng, though. why her grand.
mother thought her so much more wicked
than anyone else.
On her return from the city Jenny had
told her as gently as possible OF Henry's
conduct toward Ella, and OF her fears
that he was becoming more disslpated
than ever. For time Rose lay perfect
" still, and Jenny, thinking she was
asleep, was about to leave the room,
when her sister called her back, and bid
ding her slt down by her side, said. "Tell
me, Jenny, do you think Henry has any
love Tor meT'
"He would be an unnatural brother II
he had not" answered Jenny, her own
heart yearning more tenderly toward her
sister. whose gentle manner she could
not understand:
''Then." resumed Rose. III he loves
me, he viii be sorry when | am dead.
and perhaps Il may save him from ruin"
The tears dropped slowly from her long
cyelashes, while Jenny. laying her round,
rosy cheek against the thin. pale face
near her. sobbed out. "You must not die
dear Rose. You must not die. and
leave US"
From that time the failure was visible
and rapid. aud though letters went fire.
quehtly TO Henry, telling him OF his sis
ter's danger, he still fingered by the side
OF the brilliant beauty. while east morn.
ing Rose asked, "Wlli he come to-day"
and each night she wept that he was not
there.
Calmly and without a murmur she had
heard the story OF their ruin from their
father, who could not let her die with.
ont undeceiving her. Before that time
she had asked to be taken back to Mount
sk.xe AaatsEun fvo khs saisas.n ah
would be buried, but now she insisted up
on being laid by the running brood at the
foot OF her grandmother's garden, and
near a green. messy bank where the
spring blossoms were earliest found, and
where the flowers Of autumn fingered
longest. The music Of the falling water,
she said, would soothe her as she slept,
and Its cool moisture keep the grass green
and fresh upon her early grave.
One day, when Mrs. Lincoln was sit
ting by her daughter and. as she fire.
quently did, uttering invectives against
Mount Holyoke, etc, Rose said. Don't
nary had nothing to do with Fastening
my death. | have done II myself by my
own carelessness;" and then she confess.
cd how many times she had deceived her
mother, and thoughtlessly exposed her
health, even when her lungs and side
were throbbing with pain. II know you
will forgive me-" said she, "for most Sc
verely have been punished"
Thea, as she heard Jenny's voice in the
room below, she added, "There Is one
other thing which would say to you
Ere die, you must promise that Jenny
shall marry William Bender He Is poor
know, and so are we, but he has mo-
Bile heart, and now, for my sake, mother,
take back the bitter words you once
spoke to Jenny, and say that she may
wed him. She will soon be your only
daughter, and why should you destroy
her happiness. Promise me, mother,
promise that she shall marry him.
Mrs. Lincoln, though poor. was proud
and naughty still, and the struggle in her
bosom was long and severe, but love for
her dying child conquered at last
"And, mother" continued Rose, "may
he not be sent for now? cannot be here
long, and once more would see him and
tell him that gladly claim him as a
brother"
brother! How heavily those words
smote upon the heart of the sick girl!
Henry was vet away, and though In Jen-
ny's letter Rose herself had once feebly
traced the words, "Come, brother--do
come" he still fingered, as If bound by
spell he could not break. And so days
went by, and night succeeded night until
the bright May morning dawned. the last
Rose could ever see. Slowly up the
eastern horizon came the warm spring
sun, and as its red beams danced for a
time upon the wall of Roses chamber,
she gazed wistfully upon 1t, murmuring.
1T Is the last-the last that will ever rise
for me"
William Bender was there. He had
come the night before, bringing word that
Henry would follow the next day. There
was gay party to which he had prom
ised to attend Miss Herndon, and he
deemed that sufficient reason why he
should neglect his dying sister.
IF Henry does not come" said Rose,
"tell him 1t was my last request that he
turn away from the wine cup, and say
that the bitterest pang felt in dying
was fear that my only brother should
| ill a drunkard's grave. He cannot look
upon me dead, and feel angry that wish
ed him to reform. Aud as he stands over