St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1868-03-20
ONLY 4 ROSE.

in% over the balcony, cOquettlng with the
lark stone. laying their soft blushing
ace, against the fine lace of the parlor
windows, hanging wreaihs and garlands
above the doorway, sporting and making
merry in a perfect rose jubilee.
Little Grace came bounding from the
balcony, in the early dusk of June
.veniug, with her hands full OF buds and
| blossoms,
80, mamma, there's a poor boy out
| there, leaning over the fence. and gazing
up at the roses Us if he worshipped them.
Can't give him one ~
You romantic little thing, what do
You suppose that boy cares about IA rose /!
lie would pull it to pieces or throw it
away in less than five minutes besides,
| do not wish you 10 speak TO such pcO-
pie
"Ilc isn't beggar, mamma. His
clothes are clean, and he has a true,
GOOD face | think a rose would make
him happy: and, you know. YOU have
always told me it is my duty 10 make
people happy when | can do 50 by a lite
act ct kindness.
You are silly little puSs; but |
SUPPOSE You must have your own way
.hi- Iimc'
"ihank YOU. mamma. Now. let me
-cc: which one shall | choose to give
um They are all 30 pretty, 50 sweet ::
,uI this, think, Is the very prettlr-t
;iat has bloomed on the vine" She
aeid up Il lovely halt-blown rose. that
lowed among It's rich leaves. with three
-ly huI> beside it, like Il group ot bash
III children c!inging TO an elder sis.crs
-klris
Tom-tor that was the boys name
It'll stood leaning idly over the rail, when
Grace poised herself on the tips of her
bronze boots, just three steps from the
pavement. her curls blowing back, and
quite Il 2iow of excitement on her beau
ltul face.
please. would you like rose - said
lie, timidly.
80, very much indeed :" replied Tom,
Il deep blush mounting up over his plain
..aturcS He took the rose, thanked her,
nd walked away.
Grace stood and watched him 90 down
The street. He is quite Il little gentle
man, thought she, it he does wear poor
clothes.
Toms feelings were in pleasant
Nhil. no doubt, for it was quite upset
ing TO be 50 kindly spoken TO by Il 1--we
.v little stranger. But there was on,
houeht that kept beating and beating il
ud. heart. like some dear old tune. How
,lca-rd Maggie will be. sang the thought
a.d his feet kept time to it, all the wa!
lom@: until i'll the brown dusk, grow
rowncr with gas lamps lighting up, an'
-,ars kiudiing in the sky. he came to ;
very poor. mean neighborhood, and turn
cd IL at an open entrance-way. Up tn
-.rp- two at Il time; at the landing h
' pushed open the door of q room full @
-liaduwS. where Il young girl sat bcndln
hv the low window. striving 10 catch III
V last ray OF daylight on her work.
Hard at it yet, Maggie l think it
about time to take a breathing spell.
$50 it is. Tom.' said Maggic, half
-ighing, a> She pushed back the halr iroi
her forehead; "but feel hurried an
nervous tonight. | have lost 50 muc
,ime lately. This morning had
: laint turn, and w:s obliged to lie dow
.ur an hour. 1t put me back a gre;
deal
..Is the pain in your back worse
:. Toms voice soitencd without his know
in4 it.
Nj, not much but Mrs. Spauldii
came ard had to rip the work OF
: three times before could get it to su
her. She Is so particular, and You kno
ly it alw avs hurts me to sand long on n
-. Get. Besides, she wants the trimmll
.. changed on her short dress. She sa.
oe;,d- and satin piping are all the rage
0. i'arIS, and she means TO bring 1t o
acre There are twenty-five yards
prpimg to make. and it tried my poor he;
TO count up the hundreds of bead-
-holud have to sew on.
You don't know, Maggie, how | ha
lLc ,ieht of that shiny, sparkling SIT
.i.r ladies' wear on their dresses. Eve
mead seems like tear that has tricAl
.ruln the eye OF some poor, ovcrwoi X
drc>-mak,r or seamstrcss. Mrs. SpauI
Is M always frets and makes you mlserat
when she comes. l suppose she Won
have everything in the latest style, if
cost tie very last drop of blood in 20
ct. body"
"Dont talk in that way, Tom. y
know could not get along without /
work. She seems unreasonable and fr
tv sometimes, 10 he sure but no dot
III she has good many things to try Ii
To-day she was telling me how the co
left last night, and the chambcrmaid t
morning, and how ungrateful everybo
s | sometimes think, if we knew peop
ited worries and vexationS, we should pit!
stead of blaming them"
lt. That's you all over, Maggie, try
- to find an excuse for everybody's tau
! don't care a flip for Mrs. Spauld
=! this evening, at any rate. It's Sat
rr day night, and no school so | shall s
mean mean at hoL.e with you." We will tuck av
'a"l her silk skirts ard tiummididdles, ;
rlip- piir think no more about her.
.. .HBut | must work, Tom"
. "NO, you must not, and shall I
Sit he in this rocking-chair and !
inch yourself while | light the lamp"