The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1923-04-27
ROSIE
BY MOLLIE MATHER
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20. 1923. Western Newspaper unionA

lives 10 INK ABOUT, Slnall wonder that
the absent daughter should be to them
a never ceasing marvel of cleverness.
Politely he had listened to the mothers
tales of "Rosie's brightness in the vii.
lage school, of her talent in the must
cal line. "Why, Rosie could play the
organ when she was tiny tot" Mrs.
Dory would boast, ''as good as the
player in the church. Even visiting
folk said So
Stamford, out for local color for his
Forthcoming novel, heard again and
again the self-same tale. 1t was be-
coming rather difficult to pretend in
terest, while engrossed with the Incl
dents of his story. Barnston, this
primitive village among the mountains,
had been suggested to him as an ideal
stopping place for his purpose Of
study. The inn accommodation, sew
eral miles away in well populated
country, had not appealed to the
writer, and neat Mrs. Dory was per-
suaded, because of his pleasing per-
sonality, to give him the shelter Of
her attractive small home.
Then Rosie came hume He was not
| there when she arrived on the noun
| tain stage, but he met her later, sit
ting far out on the bank Of little
stream, Tommie by her side.
Stamford Warren was obliged to adj
NIT at once the fact Of her prettiness.
| When Rosie looked up to see who
| might be coming. Stamford thought
that even he, with all his experience
Of eye-gazing, had never beheld orbs
of such an innocent, unclouded blue.
"How do you doP greeted Rosie,
| naturally; her voice was low and
sweet-"Mr. Warren, Of course; there
! are so few strangers in this locality.
Mother has told me about you"
The acquaintance progressed rapid
ly, allowing for the fact Of being con-
tinually thrown into each others COM
pany. When one has been for some
time lonely man in search of mate
rial for romance, one may grasp
| gratefully at an ingenuously entertain
ing young woman's society. On the
| other hand, when a young woman
transported from recent city ex-
perience back to the silent home Of
lonely memories happens to find there
young and good-looking man Of fame
and fortune-well, Stamford began to
| fear that his heart was slipping from
| its assured possession, into the keep
ing of this humble little Rosie of the
| wood.
Stamford had a more ambitious and
advantageous plan for the furtherance
of his writing fame. Of Rosie's heart,
he was amusedly sure. The open de-
light Of her blue eyes when he went to
sit by her side-the sweetness of her
welcoming smile! Stamford was not
certain how he was to dispose Of
Rosie's heart, when the time Of de-
! parture came, but he still walked with
her down the long winding paths in
the sunshine or moonlight of the hills.
And he made love.
He bent one day to admire an un-
usual ring she wore. A faultless
emerald in a chased setting.
81 wonder" he asked her in the
gentle reasoning tone he took with
her, 'if you realize the value of this
ring, Rosie? Was it an old one in
your familyT'
"Our family? Why, we have not
had a valuable jewel, I believe,
through generations. The ring was
given to me. 1t was at one time the
betrothal ring Of dear old lady.
met her while was in the CITY,"
Stamford Warren thought, as days
passed, with sinking heart, Of his
going. For soon, now, he must 60
back to the great home which waited
back to the woman, who was, after
she had become his wife, to help him
through her valued name and money
on to the furtherance of his own fame.
And little Rosie must be speedily for
gotten. "Rosie of the Hills" There
would be "heart interest" in that
story. He pretended 20 hope that she
would not grieve for him too deeply
she who was the idol of the people
who had given of their daily toll that
she might '.be lady," But Stamford
Warren's jealous hope was that the
unclouded blue eyes of Rosie
might know mistiness always in mem
DRY Of himself. He decided to leave
abruptly, and so came down one morn.
ing to the Dory kitchen, ready to start
at the call Of the mountain stage. Then
he stood amazed In the doorway. Rosie
surely not, and yet, as surely-Rosie
was there before him. Bending, too
to kiss her mother good-by. A Rosie
In modish tailor-made, a strangely
aloof, still gracious Rosie. Il have
been called by telegram" she ex
planned to him. "My happy vacation
cut short by concert engagement
My managers are incvnsiderate folk
Stamford, the writer of books, stared
as one Of his own chagrined heroes
might have done.
you see," Rosie explained, Il am
known in operate life as Roslyr
Doray'-yes. you have heard OF me
And now, too, you will understand
about the ring, Mr.. Warren; 1t is my
engagement ring, though 1t did be
long to an old lady as l told you. The
dear old lady, who is my fiance's
mother. Roslyn Dorays coming nup
tials have, / know, been heralded
, How pleasant that we may ride into
town together. Our little soJourI
here has been so agreeable"
| Stamford Warren followed hesitat
ingly to the coming stage.
The story of "Rosie of the HIS
had most unsatisfactory ending.