Republican news item. [volume] (Laport, Pa.) 1896-19??, 1901-08-08
Sir JaSD8r'S Generosity.

Night in Munich" Out on the terrace
colored lights hung like globes of fire,
and seats, cunningly placed in Sc
cluded corners, invited repose to the
dancers. There, in the quivering moon
light, stood Rosemary Maitland. Her
companion locke. at the sweet face
half turned away from him. Presently
he spoke.
1T may be long, long time he
said, softly. And the music died away
into a 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 a fower?" he
said, and turned to the fower-border,
filled with quaint, old-fashioned plants
Lavender, "boy's love-" balm" and
a 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
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 be only year." he said, cor
1t 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 | am lar away,
darling, that will tell me of Rose
mary for remembrance.
Rosemary! Rosemary! Where are
Sou, child?"
tall dark-eyed woman stood be-
side them, her sheeny satin train
sweeping over the grass, diamonds gilt
tering in her nar
I'VE are going now, dear" she said
looking keenly at Rosemary.
s'Ah, is that you, Mr., Duncan? So
you are really going abroad?"
"Yes, for year; | hope not more.
I shall hope to come and see you be-
fore we sail, Mrs. .Aaitland."
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
40 whisper a last goodbye in Rose
mary's ear.
Goodbye, darling!" he whispered,
rs he put her soft, furry cloak over her
shoulders. Il 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
asr daughter as she sat still and si-
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.
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 a last resting place
in the fire.
"Hm, Troops sailed yesterday for
the Cape" observed the colonel one
morning at breakfast. "Hallo! Young
Duncan went out, l see. Did you
know he was going, Grace?"
Mrs. Maitland opened the Morning
Post indifferently.
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 ere quite alb
surd! Why, the boy has scarcely
enough to keep himself. Besides you
know Sir Jasper Carew is only wait
Ing for a little Encouragement to come
to the point
Time passed-time which waits for
no man-and as each day slipped by