Fayetteville observer. [volume] (Fayetteville, Tenn.) 1850-1966, 1851-08-26
The Tea ROs Sc.
BY MRS. II. BEEcHER STOWE.


PART I.
/ There it stood, in its little greer
vase on light. ebony stand, in The
iwindbw of the drawing room. The
Erich 4atin curtains, with their costly
Hfringes, swept down Oh either side 3
Hit, an b around it glittered every rarE
Hand Alnciful trifle which wealth cal
Ioffer to luxury, and yet that simple
Irose yas the faircst Of them all. St
Hpure It looked--its white leaves just
touched with that delicious creamy
Is,tint, peculiar to It's kind--its cup Sc
lIfull, ) perfect, its head bending as il
Hit wd re sinking and melting away IL
lifts own richness oh, when did ever
man inake any thing like the living
Ifowef!
/ Bd the sunlight that streamed
throus Oh the window revealed some
! thing| fairer than the. rose. Reelln-
ling oIl an ottoman, in deep. recess,
land intently engaged with q book,
Hay VI hat seemed the living counter
Mart Of, that SO lovely flower The
eheek So pale, 50 spiritual, the face
80 ful \ of high thought, the fair fore
head, the long downcast lashes, and
1.-The expression of the beautiful
mouth, so sorrowful, yet so subdued
and j sweet--it seemed like the pic
Iture pc a dream.
H "Fiorence. Florence?' echoed
lImerrF and musical voice, in a sweet
.Iimpatient tone. Turn your head
lIreader, and you viii see a fair ant
IIsparbling maiden, the very model o
lsome little wilful eli, born of mischie
land molten, with a dancing eye,
IIfoot that SCARCELY seemed to touch
1.-The q |,rpet, and smile so multiplied
IIby d implies, that it seemed like
lithou4 and smiles at once. "Come
IFlord nee, I say y said the little fairy
lIseput down that wise, good, excellent
llyolulh he, descend from your cloud, my
dear.
/ Tile fair apparition, thus adjured
iobeyfd, and, looking up, revealed
Ijust the eyes you expected to see be
neatll such lids; eyes deep, pathetic
land itch, as a strain Of sad music.
/ III Say, cousin, said the dark eyeC
Ilady, 'Ive been thinking what yor
lare 3 do with your pet rose wher
you DO to New York = as to oul
great CONSERVATION you are going tc
do You know it would be assad pity
Ito led We it with such a scatter-brair
as / din. l do love flowers; that's
fact; That is, l like a regular boqdet
cut O h and tied up to carry to apar
ty; but as to all this tending, fusslne
that i necessary to keep them grow
inc, I've no gift in that line"
rAIakc yourself quite easy as t.
that, Kate" said Florence, with
smile. .sI've no intention ofcalling
upon your talents / have an asylum
for my fayonte.'
ooh, then you know Just what
was going to say, Mrs. Marshall,
presume, has been speaking to.you
she was here Yesterday, and | wa
fvery pathetic upon the subject, tell
inc her the loss your favorfte woal'
sustain.nand 50 forth, and she SAT-
), how delighted she would be to hay
it in her greenhouse, it is in such
fine state now, SO full Of buds
told her | knew you would ike it, 9
all things, to give it to her; you wer
,ialways 50 fond of Mrs. Marshall, yo
, know
;, @Nay, Kate, I'm sorry but | hay
, otherwise engaged IT.
@Who can it be to? You have $
| few intimates here
: ~Oh, only one Of my old iancles' /,
s.gnt do tell me. Florence"
4.Well cousin. YOU know the littl
pale girl to whom we gave sewing,
DWbat. little Mary Stephens
How absurd! This is Just Of a piec'
: Florance. with YOUR other motherly
old m,,idish ways dressing dolls fc
/, poor children, making caps aud KIN
E t;ngt socks for all the dirty little bi
bies in the region roandI aDout'
do candidly believe thai you nay '
made more calls III these t"o VIZ
: ill-srnelling alleys back oi our nous
= than ever you have done on onesn,
d street, though you know every pou
IT, l. n, koIf dx,,nor to 500 Won. An