Rosemary: A Christmas story

With Eight Illustrations By WILLIAM HATHERELL NEW YORK A. L. BURT COMPANY PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1906, by McClure, Phillips & Co.

Evelyn and Rosemary climbed hand in hand, while Hugh carried the two huge baskets.
Frontispiece. — Rosemary.
To Minda



here was a young man in Monte Carlo. He had come in a motor car, and he had come a long way, but he hardly knew why he had come. He hardly knew in these days why he did anything. But then, one must do something.
It would be Christmas soon, and he thought that he would rather get it over on the Riviera than anywhere else, because the blue and gold weather would not remind him of other Christmases which were gone—pure, white, cold Christmases, musical with joy-bells and sweet with aromatic pine, the scent of trees born to be Christmas trees.
There had been a time when he had fancied it would be a wonderful thing to see the Riviera. He had thought what it would be like to be a rich man, and bring a certain girl here for a moon of honey and roses.