Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1902-12-20

lt~ self-pity. The young
man who stood leaning
against the handsome mantel gazing
down at her, looked grleyed and hurt
as he held up his hand in gesture
Of slight reproof, A sort OF gentle
dignity and an expression Of earnest
purpose besides the sort Of clerical suit
he wore, seemed to rob the attitude OF
the incongruity II might have worn In
view of his youth and the womans
age.
Aren't you saying more than you
mean, Madam waring?' he asked
gently. Surely our attitude is not
that Of wolves? You have helped the
cause generously ever since you Joined
our Church, but your aid has been UNI
solicited. 1t is out Of the goodness OF
your heart"
Don't tell me that I'm goodl' the
old woman cried, I'm selfish old
thing, and you know II. I've got more
money than know what to do with
enough to make me miserablel know
I'm the richest member OF the Church
In San Francisco, and l ought to help
you poor missionaries more than do.
I'm willing to write you out check for
any necessary amount but don't want
to turn my house into an orphan asyl-
um." She looked up almost coaxlngly
for some sign Of relenting in his firm
face.
"You do not need to, / assure YOU"
he returned, II merely suggest that It
would be noble and a generous thing
to do,--to take this little girl into your
home, she Is old enough to earn part
Of her support"
His words fell on needless ears, for
the old lady was pursuing her own line
of thought.
Her father was an ungrateful old
fellow to get married at all. ] didn't
want him to, he was very we'll of as
he was--and knew that shlftless wo-
man would lead him a llfe!"
The young missionary smothered
slight smile which did not escape her
sharp old eyes.
split milk, I suppose you are think
ing" she exclaimed. young man, you
haven't lived in this city as long as !
have or you'd realize what sort Of crea-
ture South Market street walf Is, And
the water front.-oh, awful" she broke
of with shudder.
1T ia pretty bad business for a girl
TO begin life there,-but II she is left
there?" he question earnestly.
"oh, can zee you are willing to
make me miserable so that this wretch
ed creature may live on the fat Of the
land"
"She needs to for while. poor child.
She Is gaunt and old with the hard
ships she has endured. Won't you see
her,--she is down in the kitchen wait
ing. I'm sure your heart would ache
for her" The young man eyed her
wistfully. A sharp struggle was visible
In the woman's large. strong features
The victory was his, for she said fin
ally:
'rli talk 10 her. II she has half the
senes her father had, she will be worth
raising" Without waiting for her TO
change her mind, the missionary hast
ened to bring In the little orphan,
When he returned, old Madam
Warlng was lost In O reyerie so deep
that his entrance did not arouse her.
When she finally became aware Of his
presence she would not look up,-a sort
OF horror OF this child that was TO be
thrust upon her kept her eyes averted,
her heart steeled. II was he who had
10 break the silence.
MADAM Waring, here Is my little
charge. Rose Mary Carver" Madam
Waring started.
'Rose Mary,-my name! Your father
called you that?" She turned her pierre
ing old eyes upon the little figure In
the middle OF the rug.
'Yesm. Called me Rosie for short
Rosie! That pale, hollow-cheeket
stick OF child. Rosie Madam Warinl
seemed struck by the bitter irony Of it
and looked at the child a full minute
before she spoke again. A pair Of
wide blue eyes hollow yet unnaturally
bright, met her aged ones inquiringly
a mop Of glazing red-yellow hair Eel
about her cars lankly; all the rest Of he
.Sopeared 10 be arms and legs,-armi
an legs half covered with a number
Of patches held together seemingly By
@ miracle Great hollows under he
eyes and In her cheeks made her ap
pear all cheekbone and jaw MADAM
waring caught her breath sharply an,
half gasped, Rosie"
The girl, whose sharp eyes had heel
nking in the gorgeous room, started
II amt so used TO that name sinc
Dad died" she explained. dick ami
the Rat they thought was more like
California poppy-my hair you know,
and they called me Pop, fer short"
what did your mother call your
asked Madam Waring. more to draw
out the strange creature than from an
desire to know. To her surprise IN
girl gave a little chuckle as Of recol
lection:
"Aost any bad name that cam