The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1915-12-31
ONLY A ROSE
ey DOROTHY eLAckMoRe.

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you do like my gown then?" Nanc
questioned. She reached out and e,
tracted solitary pink rose that ha
lent its beauty to his writing table s.
think need this in my hair she sal
and tucked the flower among the rio
of golden curls. After his smile of az
proval she skipped OF. 1t was quit
time for the first guest to arrive TO
her coming-out party.
Kennard watched her go and sighed
a trifie weariiy. He was old beyon(
his thirty-five years in that he had, a
the age of twenty-one, gone through (
frightful train wreck which left him
mentally aged and physically lame.
At twenty-five, his closest friend
older by many years than Kennard
had died, leaving slim, delicate gir
orphaned and oddly alone in the world
kennard had adopted Nancy Vale be
cause Vale had left her to him.
The doorbell rang many times and
men and women fiocked into the gread
Kennard drawing-foom where Nancy
looking not more than fifteen in her
simple gray frock, welcomed her
guests. Often her big eyes glanced
swiftly at the stairs leading from the
library, but each time they returned
to smiles and laughter with hint of
wistfulness growing in their clear
depths. 'Nunky'' was so absorbed In
his story as to forget that lie had
promised to come in and join her par
1 ty.
1t was not until silence reigned
again in the great house and a small
pink rose dropped YEARLY in Nancys
curls that she tiptoed softly to the Ii
brary door. The quiet Of that room
told her that the story was finished
and that 'Nunky'' was smoking the
restful cigarette that always followed
the completion of a good days work
May / come in?" she questioned,
already over the Threshold.
Kennard opened sNide his eyes.
Il just wanted to say good night"
she said softly. and stroked back the
lock of snowwhite hair that lay across
Kennard's broad forehead.
You grow more like your father ev-
cry day." he said in quick appreciation
Of her instructive understanding. "He
was the most unselfish and consider
ate man that ever walked the earth.
I'm sorry, kiddie, that your old uncle
forgot the coming-out party. could
only have limped about trying vainly
TO Danish my hero and his woes from
my mind. will get you another string
Of those beads"
Beads! How dare you call my
matchless pink pearls beadsl" She
touched the exquisite present from
him that clasped her slender neck.
She looked anxiously at him. You
won't sit up any longer will you-it's
late now?'
Only till the cigarette puffs out"
he told her and watched her skip off
and up to her room.
Kennard sat for a few moments
wearily looking at the door through
which his ward had gone. Gradually
his eyes focused themselves on a
faded pink flower that lay just within
the library door. 1t was the rose Nam
cJ had worn in her hair.
Kennard rose and picked it up and
returned to his desk with it. He sat
gazing softly, tenderly, at it and, a
second later, his lips caressed it ten
derly.
No sooner had he touched the with
cred flower than he drew back swiftly.
The meaning of his action went over
him like a flame of fire.
Cod" he cried in terror at his own
emotion. mot that! Surely not that
she's only child" He sat stunned.
A few minutes later his head went for
ward on his arms and the rose was
again against his lips.
Nancy, creeping softly down the
stairs, tried to stiffe the beating of her
heart when she glanced swiftly at the
floor Just within the library door.
There was no rose lying there. She
stood for moment, her great eyes |
devouring Kennard's bent shoulders |
and bowed head. The very softest |
sigh escaped her and Kennard raised |
his eyes slowly, believing a splendid |
vision had appeared to him.
Surely the slim little creature in the
doorway was not Nancy There was
golden hair piled high and bound by
the matchless pink pearls and white
throat rose like the stem of lily from
a low-cut bodice. The arms were bare
and cleaning white.
This is the new gown aunty bought
for me" she explained swiftly, her
words Historically broken. She had
seen the crushed rose under Ken
nard's hand. Her eyes were like stars
and her body was trembling with ella
ton. 1t was unbelievable, this won
ierful thing that had happened Paul
Kennard loved her!
He brushed his eyes dazedly. He
Jared scarcely to look at Nancy so
great was his longing for her. Her
;uddenlyrevealed womanly beauty had
made him weak.
THE gown is lovely" he said feebly,
rying to speak in the old way. But