Bonners Ferry herald. [volume] (Bonners Ferry, Idaho) 1904-current, 1915-07-23
FOR HOME
RoSebank Held a World of Happi-
ness for One Woman.
BY MoLLIE MINISTER.

corner of the road and shut from
eyes the last glimpse Of Rose
bank cottage 1t seemed as If the
world of happiness had been left be-
hind. Around the bend of the road
lay the home that had given Ninian
birth, and its roses had waited into
her brain the poetic fancies that had
begun to express themselves in the
form of vivid color sketches. In fact,
Rosebank was home to the girl who
was forced to leave it in order to
seek a market for her art. And home
to Ninian meant all that was worth
having in life.
Il will come back and buy Rose
bank in two or three years" she told
herself through her tears; surely no
one will want my isolated little cot
and get it away from me before | can
earn enough money to purchase it.
Had Ninian possessed even the
smallest income she would never have
left the place that had become home
to her. but her parents had left moth
ing. With their going she had been
left alone, and Rosebank with all its
dear memories and associations must
be temporarily abandoned while Min
Ian travelled the road to fortune.
However, the girl was not given
to vain regrets, and it was with hlgn
hopes and an ever-present dream OF
her ultimate ownership of Rosebank
that she went into the world Of strug-
giles. She found others working with
great visions leading them on, but
none. she felt, had so wonderful an IN
centive as She None of them had
tiny rose-hung cottage and garden
that boasted every variety of rose
that grew on Long Island. In her
mind. Rosebank was already her own,
and Ninian was not unhappy. 1t dld
not for a moment occur to her that
anyone else longed for the cottage as
she herself did.
Had she known that Robert Good
win had bounced upon the vacated
cottage like a hungry cat upon a
mouse, her struggles would have been
bitter instead of sweet.
But Goodwin had taken Rosebank
and his furniture had been moved in
a scant few days after Ninian's hao
gone out. He had three years lease
with the option of purchase. His
hobby was the cultivation of roses
and he had eyed Rosebank through
three long years waiting patiently
until it should be vacated. Each day
he had SKINNED by on his motorcycle
The day a sign ITO Let had met his
eye was one of the most joyful IL
Goodwin's life.
He was not deferred from takini
the cottage, isolated though it was
because his faithful motorcycle bridget
and distance. The quiet and seclu
sion and the wonderful views from
the cottage windows, as well as tn
old rose garden at the back, woul'
have lured him had the place beel
ten miles instead of three from tn
} station.
Ninians work in the field of ar
progressed with flattering haste. Sh
saved every penny earned and calle
It her home lodging fund. In the pF
ginning she had gone without lunc
in order that the fund might increas
the more rapidly. One year crawle
by, a second slipped by, and tn
- third drew to close,
1t was almost three years to tn
day when Ninian sailed for home ricl
or by many thousand dollars and
splendid name in the world Of ar
She had won a great prize in tn
n Paris school at the close of her thir
year. She recognized the fact thu
home longings with Rosebank in tn
joyfully near future had been her il
centive and inspiration that had give
her the coveted prize. She was r
turning now to buy back the co
tage.
She had scarcely set foot on Anne
lean soil before she went out to Lon
Island and took the walk from II
station that led through the chestnl
woods to Rosebank.
e Fear clutched her heart when ST
saw smoke issuing from the chime
when the cottage WAS barely discer
able in the distanse. AS she DIRE
quickly near her worst fears wei
realized.
My cottage! 1t is occupied
Ninian cried half aloud and the tea
squeezed from her closed eyelids. $
- some horrible person has bought nos
bank, don't want to live any more
she told herself.
Determined to find out that it W;
not only caretaker she continued h
- way. The perfect care the roses wei
having told her enough. She wake
slowly around her loved home, touc
n. ing the rambler-hung fence TIL
guarded it, Ninian was weeping al
the tears trickled down her cheel
unheeded. Life was a weary pilgril
I age to her. for the one haven in Il
world that she longed for had bee
taken from her. For three long yea
she had looked forward to the d.
when she could rest her body al