Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1871-05-31
Our 4Juung folks
A Roses Story
BY BEATRICE.

ID ifI-A AlsANi-
Let me tell you how came into the
possessinn Of the Grahams, whom [ love
as much as it IS possible for flower to
love.
| was standing with a number Of plants
in a large box in q greenhouse where Mr..
Graham came to purchase a stock for his
garden, and the gardener called his attcn-
ton to me. lie praised my rapid, luxu-
RANT growth, and the facility with which
| decorated my branches with perfect bios
SONS
The gentleman was interested ami be-
came my owner.
Carefully packed in basket with bya-
cinths, dahlas tulips, and a variety ot
choice bulbs and shrubs, | reached my
new home, and was Immediately trans
ferred to a sunny spot just beneath one OF
the parlor windows. After which [ was
introduced to the several members of the
family.
Mrs Graham, a matrony lady Of forty:
Miss Alice, tall beautiful blonde Of six
teen Master Winthrop, an intelligent,
black-eyed boy of twelve; and Daisy
dar Ing girl nearly six.
Petite and very fair; large, violet eyes
with the far-seeing gaze of the early called,
as though the secrets Of the spiritual world
were slowly being revealed before the
mystic path was trodden; hair OF a rich
golden brown, falling in clustering curl-
about her neck-such was the family pet
Daisy loved flowers very dearly and
sad havoc she made in the little garden
patch set apart for her special use, gath
eriug blossoms and tuds tor her friends
But Of all the flowers she loved best tho
many-colored morning gIorie~ trailin4.oyer
the wall which separated Flora domain
from the dusty street. Here on amy
bright Summer morning could Daisy be
found, peerIng into the eyes of her dar-
Iipgs, touching her rosebud lips to thcir-
and when one more lovely than the others
greeted her sight, she would laugh with
delight, clap her hands aud call
Mamma Come quick See my
new Glory. And here are lots more Glo-
ries-aren't they splendid r
At length we forgot to call her Daisy
50 nicely the name Little Glory seemed
to suit her
Perhaps you think | felt a little Jealous
Of her love for her fragile favorites Not
a all knew | had only to unfold my
hidden treasures In order to obtain my full
share Of admiration With tits in view
[ bathed in sunshine and drains dews, uu-
til soon tiny buds appeared, which were
hourly watched by eyes inpatient for their
unfolding.
| had grown So tall as to be able 10 peep
in at the window and amuse myself bv
watching my kind friend. in return Turn
ing my face thither one evening learned
the secret Of the great hustle the family
had been in for week or two. with the
arrivals Of endless boxes and parcels.
Our dear Miss Alice was goip- away from
this home to one Of her own in "a uciyhbor-
ing village. Herbert Clinton. the minis
tiers son, had wooed and won her under
my very eyes, and / had never So spcc,ed
what he was doing
The darling girl shed a few bright tears
over my bursting buds as She babe me
good night-the last she was to spend I'D
the home of her birth. IIttlc Glory took
leave Of me whispering Rcsy-budS, put
on your nice white dresses tomorrow
morning early; l want to make a pretry
wreath for Sister Alice's hair She kiss
ed the tips Of her dainty little finger, to
me, and stole from the window after her
sister
Sun, air, earth, all smiled their bright
smiles upon that eventful June morning.
Loving friends gathered to bid farewell to
tue maiden and to greet her in the
new position OF wife. With pardonabie
vanity l saw my lovely blossoms reposiug
on the brides sunny hair. listened IN
tently to the words that gave Miss Alice
into Herbert's keeping, and silently prayed
he might prove worthy the sacred trust.
After the wedding ceremony. the feast
ing and merriment of the younger portion
of the guests, came the parting which was
destined to be followed by far more sor-
rowful meeting.
Now comes the most bitter of all my
memories. Our Little Glory, the light
and JOY Of our pleasant home, fell suddenly
i'll of that dire disease scarlet fever The
most skillfuI physicians were summoned
but to no purpose; 1t was apparent that
the child's days we're numbered Mr.
Graham despatched a messenger for Alice
and her husband Shortly after their arri-
val, | knew by the walls Of sorrow borne
out on the midnight air that | should new
er see Little Glory again she had gone to
the land whose flowers never fade. With
my friend Rose Geranium | furnished ma
terial for pretty wreath for the little
casket and onged to be dead with her, if
on,y | could be as sure OF new life in that
glorious deathless world.
How | welcomed the voice Of good old
Mr.. Clinton as he sought to comfort the
mourners Dear friends, said he, if YOU
we're about to pluck rose from yonder
bush to present to one beloved, would YOU
not select the most perfect? Even so rem
der to your Lord the fairest and best.
The bulbs of yonder plants YOU laid
away in the ground, knowing that from
them would flowers spring. The form Of
your little Daisy will be laid in that same
earth the imperishabIe part, the soul,
has risen to a higher, purer, life in the
sunshine of our Fathers glory, Faith
points you to treasure in the kingdom
Of the best, and bids you seek it there. /
Shall not the little hands now living so
still and cold be first to greet you at the
gate of pearls p