Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1870-10-05
The Discontinued Rose.
ny MILDRED nENrLEY.

mily. you must know, were the highest aris-
tocracy of all the country side, For more
than hundred generations, they had been
lords Of the soil holding their real estate with
their own armed retainers. So, though quiet
and unpretending, they were proud and
unapproachablo old family.
When the city gardener came one day to
take away the little, wild rose, Madam Sweet
Brar received him with dignity, nodded and
waved to him in polite manner, sighed a
sweet, little sigh, and smiled a rosy smile,
and hoped he would treat her daughter ten.
detly. And A. she said it, she silly gave him
an ugly scratch, as a warning of what he might
expected from the family, unless its members
were treated with consideration, So the
gardener took up the wild rose with the great
est tenderness and care, and bore her away
The tall ferns waved gracious adieu, the
clover blossoms bobbed homely, little courte-
sizes to her, the hummingbird kissed her, the
bumblebee buzzed about her and said he
should come to see her in her new home very
soon, and her mother, Madam Sweet Briar,
wept and sighed and blessed her
Away and away, over miles of dusty road,
the little, lonely rose was carried. She began
to faint and droop long before the journey
was done, but the gardener placed her gently
in the shade, and bathed her in cold water.
So after awhile she grew strong and brave,
and held up her head and took heart.
1t was fine place where she lived now,
fine, but lonely. She missed the green, wav-
ing ferns, the clover blossoms, and the old rail
fence she used TO rest on. She had a pretty,
painted lattice, now, but she did not take to
it kindly for many days. But there were
some brave, little roots working away at her
feet their active little mouths drew from old
mother earth nourishing, strengthening food,
and the falling rain soothed her, and the SUD
warmed her, aud so she got over her home
sickness and grew well aud strong and happy;
and when the time for blossoms came, beau
tiful little, pink flower came tmidly forth
and crowned the rose.
A proud aud happy rose was she that day.
The gardener noticed her and praised her, and
all the world looked beautiful. But there
were other roses in the garden, whose cultiva.
tion had naac them proud and vain.
wonder if she calls that n rose the
little, countrified thing said Madam Hun
dredleaf, drawing herself up in PRIDE and
busting with spiteful thorns, as she said it.
alt looks like dwarf apple blossom" re-
turned Madam Velvet Rose. "Only five pc
tals--and such faint color | wonder she
has the impudenco to hold her head up in our
presence"
81 am sure think she is pretty" said
Mrs White Rose who was a bride, aud a
very sweet young creature. Indeed,
have heard that our graudmothers were all
like her, and it is only because we have been
treated so kindly that we are any different"
For my part" returned Mrs. Hundred
leaf, " never believed that story about the
low origin of the Rose family. Some spite
ful gossip invented the whole story, have nc
4 doubt"
THAT has always been my opinion said
Mrs. Velvet, proudly. But it is shame
and n disgrace to have that little, plain, coun
trifed thing claim relation to US. 1t will only
start the old story again"
" That is true enough" broke in Mrs
Damask Rose, getting quite red in the face
" | am vexed at the little upstart | coult
scratch her well if she was within reach"
" Please don't talk so loud" pleaded thu
gentle, White Rose Please don't th'
poor, little thing will hear you, and she !
lonesome and timid already"
| The caution had come too late. The poor
4 little wild rose had heard all the unkin'
words, and the world was beautiful no more
She looked down upon the little blossom tha
had seemed so lovely, but it appeard poor an,
small and pale the wind passed over it, an
the little pink petals auttered to the earth
the merry little buds wrapped their gree
coats tir6t about them, and hope and ioy die
in their hearts.
So thcy ali hid their pretty faces in thei
green lac kets and cried bitterly.
, We don't ever want to be little, homel
roses make us larger. fuller. sweeter an
q brigbter o dear q dear -
S Tbo moor little wild rose was wilder tba
o ever When she heard the cry of tho bud
. she had not the least idea how to change m
r little nlaip flowers Should sho Aounce The,
l. or Grimm them or rufle and scollun them
y Sbould sbe mt two or three together and max
n ono LARGO one What eould sbe do? Sb
q ,sked he sun tbe rain. the earth. the win,
: Rut no one could helm her. The sun conl
, NOT naint tbom
i /" Notbing but the regular tints ma'am
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