But we promised each other that we would be true , and we have been . I 've never seen my Rose of joy since then , but I 've had a letter from her every week . When the mother died , five years ago , I wanted to move to California and marry Rose . But she wrote that her father was so poorly she could n't marry me yet . She has to wait on him every minute , and he 's restless , and they move here and there -- a hard life for my poor girl . So I had to take a new lease of patience , Master . One learns how to wait in twenty years . But I shall have her some day , God willing . Our love will be crowned yet . So I wait , Master , and try to keep my life and soul clean and wholesome and young for her . `` That 's my story , Master , and we 'll not say anything more about it just now , for I dare say you do n't exactly know what to say . But at times I 'll talk of her to you and that will be a rare pleasure to me ; I think that was why I wanted you to know about her . '' He did talk often to me of her , and I soon came to realize what this far-away woman meant in his life . She was for him the centre of everything . His love was strong , pure , and idyllic -- the ideal love of which the loftiest poets sing . It glorified his whole inner life with a strange , unfailing radiance . I found that everything he did was done with an eye single to what she would think of it when she came . Especially did he put his love into his garden . `` Every flower in it stands for a thought of her , Master , '' he said . `` It is a great joy to think that she will walk in this garden with me some day .
It will be complete then -- my Rose XXXXX joy will be here to crown it . ''
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