Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-01-23

Stay with me, my darling. stay!
And like dream thy life shall pass
away,
Like a dream shall pass away.
"Canst thou thus unmoved behold me
Still untouched by love, by love SC
deep?
Nay, thine arms more closely fold
me-
And thine eyes begin to weep!
Stay with me my darling, stay!
And, like dream, thy life shall pass
away,
Like dream shall pass away.
mo regret shall e'er attend thee,
Meier shall sorrow dim thine eyes;
'Gainst the worlds alarms to'fend thee
Gladly, proudly, would diei
Stay with me, my darling stay!
And, like dream, thy life shall pass
away,
Shall pass away"
AS Quincy finished reading, Leopold
and Rosa came suddenly into the
room.
1--WE were not eavesdropping," eX-
planned Leopold, but just as we were
going to enter the room We heard your
voice and knew that you were either
reading or speaking a piece, so we
waited until you had finished.
Il was only reading the words of a
new song that / had brought down to
Miss Petengill," said Quincy; "she
liked the melody and I thought she
would appreciate it still more if she
knew the words"
Exactly" said Leopold, that's the
reason I don't like opera, mean the
singing part. All that can ever make
out sounds like oh! ali! ow! and when
/ try to read the book in English and
listen to the singers at the same time
1 am lost in a hopeless maze"
The young gentlemen were soon on
their way to their hotel and the next
afternoon found them again i'll Boston.
The month of June was a busy, but
enjoyable one, for both Alice and Rosa.
They were up early in the morning and
were at work before breakfast. They
ate heartily and slept soundly. Every
pleasant afternoon when tea was over
they went riding. Tommy Gibson held
the reins and although Dolly was not
yet in her teens she knew every nook
and corner, and object of interest on
the island, and she took child's de-
light in pointing them out and telling
the stories that she had heard about
them. The books that Quincy brought
on his last visit were utilized and Miss
Very made up another list to be sent
to him before his next visit.
The proofs of three more stories Mr..
Ernst sent down by mail and after cor
rection, they were returned to him in
similar manner. Little Dolly Glib
son was impressed into service as a
reader. for Rosa could not read and
correct at the same time, and there
was no obliging Mr.. Sawyer near at
hand. AS Hubby had said, Alice did
miss him. 1t must be said, in all
truthfulness, not so much for himself,
but for the services he had rendered.
AS yet, Alice's heart was untouched.
When Dolly Gibson showed her
mother the money that Miss Very had
given her, at Alice's direction, she was
told to take it right back at once,but
Dolly protested that she had earned it
and when her mother asked her to tell
! how, the child, whose memory was
phenomenal, sat down and made her
mothers hair stand almost on end and
her blood run cold with her recitals of
teh Eight of Spades, The Exit of Mrs.
Delmonnay and He Thought He Was
Dead.
"They are immense" cried Dolly,
they beat all the fairy stories ever
read!"
In due time another letter was sent
to Mr.. Sawyer informing him that
more books were needed, and that
more chapters were ready and on the
morning of the last Sunday in June the
young ladies were awaiting the arrival
of Mr.. Sawyer and Mr.. Ernst.
The morning had opened with a
heavy shower and the sky was still
I, overcast with angry-loking, threaten.
ing rain clouds. Within the little par.
lor all was bright and cheerful.
Familiar voices were heard greeting
Mrs. Gibson and the children, and
mems footsteps soon sounded upon the
stairs Leopold entered first and adj
vancing to Rosa, handed her a large
bouquet of beautiful red roses.
Sweets to the sweet, Miss Rosa,
said he, as he bowed and presented
| them.
"They are beautiful" she exclaimed
Cali roses are considered So" he re
marked with a smile.
| While this little byplay was going
on, Quincy had approached Alice, who
as usual, was sitting by the window
and placed in her hand a small bunch
of flowers AS he did SO he said in g
low voice, "They are 7forget-me-nots
| There is a German song about them
| of which remember little" and he
4 hummed a few measures.
'tOh, thank you," cried Alice, as she
held the flowers before her eyes in {
vain effort to see them. "The music
| is pretty. Can't you remember any O.
the words?"
! "Only a few" replied Quincy. Their
he repeated in low, but clear voice
There is the sweet flower
They call forget-me-not;
That flower place on thy breast,
| And think of me-"
"Say Quincy, can't you come ovel
here and recite little poem abou
roses to Miss Very, just to help me
| out'?? cried Leopold. "All l can thinl
of is:
'The rose is red,
| FTSt I