Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1903-05-28
For q
Happy Day
By N. NC. WILLIAMS
Copyright, 1902, by the
s :. Mcclure Company

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scent of the Glove pinks. They stretch
cd in matted mass all up and down
the old fashioned borders. The garden
was big. and wide, weathered gray
house brooded beside it. Time was
| when the Tryon house had been the
| finest and most hospitable in all the
countryside. In the day of broken for
tunes it still kept an aroma of CHEEKY
| good Will.
Lusty hundred leaf roses grew be-
hind the bordering pinks. Philomena
| was shipping them ruthlessly, cutting
| them without stems and dropping
| them In her apron. 1t bulged rldicu-
| lousy with the mass of bloom, but she
kept crowding in clipped pinky white
| petals, pretending to be conscious Of
| nothing but her work.
Somebody had come up behind her,
a tall, young fellow. supple and merry
| eyed He undid the apron strings deli
| cately, gathered the band in his hands,
stretching daring arms about her
waist, and said: stop staying your
| thousands, Phil. One rose ought to
love her sisters too we'll for wholesale
| murder"
Philomena slid from his clasp, dex-
| terously leaving the hudded apron
| within his hands. IF | were a rose,
had rather be clipped for potpourri
than be left 10 waste and wither," she
said with a delicious upward tilt of
| the chin.
Being interpreted, that means you
| have not given UP a stage career" Ar
thur Wayne said, catching her hand.
"Phll, Phil" he went on, you must
| give 1t up. / cannot bear to think of
my rose, my rose of all the world,
whitening, fading, in the glare Of the
footights.'
| stop! We have gone over all that"
| philomena said imperiously. II tell
you, must so. 1t is past bearing, the
way things are now. Oh, | know my
aunts would not starye They've
roof over their heads, and Uncle John
but | cannot speak of hir What l
cannot bear longer is to see them
pinched unhappy lacking the little
| comforts that mean 50 much in age,
| feeling themselves dependent"
you know our home would be
theirs Arthur interrupted
Phil gave him q reproachful look.
"You won't understand she said. ".All
their lives they have been somebody,
| gentlewomen, able to hold up their
! heads. Gentlewomen hate charity.
| They risked money and lost it, against
uncle's advice, for my sake. Now,
| when l am told | have a fortune in
| my throat, | must take care of them,
| even if it breaks my heart"
The last word was under breath.
Wayne made to draw her to him, but
| brisk, bustling voice behind them said:
| $50 no! Very pretty. Upon my word,
very pretty, Are we rohearsing for
Strephon and ChloeY' Then without
waiting answer the newcomer ran on:
| Miss Tryon, be ready for the early
| train tomorrow. I've a letter from
Franzoni. He will try your voice, pro-
vided you come to him by 10 O'Clock in
the morning.
81 shall go with you," Arthur said,
| openly taking Phil in his arms. II said
you must choose, dear. Let me take it
back. If go you Will, let me follow
| everywhere"
| mo, no. l will not let you spoil your
| life!' Phil protested, but he held her
fast, saying, as he looked Music Mas
ter Graham square in the eye: "Philo-
mena is my promised wife and not by
n fair weather promise. Wherever you
may take her | shall 20 too
| Graham's eyes were quizzical, yet
not unkind. That's as you please,
young man." he said, waving his hand
up and down. But if you'll heed a
friendly word, stay behind, at least at
! first You see, you'd be so patiently, so
| palpably romantic you'd be set down,
not as fact, but press agents fake.
The voice there" holding toward Phil
| omena, is so pure, so golden so rarely
true it needs to be kept high, not vul-
CARRIED. | give you my word the roar
ing lions supposed to haunt stage doors
are really no more than yelping curly
poodles. They tag after and fawn up
Oh you for an encouraging look or
word, come To the whistle and tumble
over themselves to follow finger even
half lifted. But as for danger. my
friend, even an unconscious look scares
them. Miss Tryon Las only to be her
| self in order to be always and every
| where perfectly safe"
Notwithstanding shall 60" Ar
| thur said obstlnately.
Graham shrugged his shoulders. Miss
| Tryon, the elder of the auuts, came
| tripping between the borders. her deli
cately wrinkled face exhaling a spir-
| itual fragrance like the scent of dried
rose leaves, "Come in all of you" she
said eagerly. There's peddler on the
piazza, an elderly man, and he looks so
tired, carrying that heavy pack. Such
lovely things, Yes" deprecatingly to
Philomena, Martha and l let him
show them, but indeed it was after we
had told him we could not buy
thought, though maybe, Arthur-Only
his mother gets so much IN the city
But really there is the loveliest length
of brocade, almost exactly like my
grandmother's second days silk
AS she spoke she had huddled the
O,ner three In front OF her toward the