The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-04-25
from the fate that had Threatened them.

from the fate that had threatened them,
it was spring. All summer they grew,
twining themselves lovingly as near the
roses as Peter would let them, and turn
ing hundreds of heart-shaped leaves to
the sun, and now, as if they could no
longer contain the JOY and love that filled
them, they burst every morning into n
passion of blossom-purple and crimson
and white. What delight for Rosalie.
She played with them more than with
any of the flowers. She said to herself:
"What beauties they are Such
lovely colors should think the fairies
would all come here and dress themselves
up in them. They are just the right
shape for gored skirts, 80 they wouldn't
have to cut 'em over"
Pursuing her idea of making dresses
of the flowers, she one day caught q
grasshopper, and with some difficulty
managed to draw the bell over his head
and first two legs. Then she let him go,
and laughed to see him jumping about
in his odd garment.
"Fit to attend the court OF queen,
Dressed in royal purple and green,"
she sang, clapping her hands gleefully.
The bees came and crawled deep into
the bell-shaped flowers. Rosalie would
catch them prisoners, by gathering the
tops of the flowers together with her
little fingers. Then she would sing:
"Buzz, buzz, busy bee!
Buzz me song, and III set you Free"
After a blossom had done its best to
make fine show in the sunshine, some
fairy, SO Rosy said, came and sewed it
all round and drew it up into quicker,
Just as Rosy did the tops of the little
bags that she sometimes made for fun,
when she was set to sewing patchwork
Then Rosy would pull it out of it's green
calyx, and holding the puckered part
tight, blow into the other end, until the
little tube parted witha snap that pleased
her as much as the report of fire.
cracker would boy.
These were gay sports, but sometimes
she would sit, making ring of her
finger and thumb, through which she
drew one of the blossoms, which sprung
out again into perfect form, uninjured
by her gentle touch. She would whisper
to it, 81 love you, I love YOU"
At twilight she visited them to see
how many of the neatly folded spirals
were ready to open the next morning.
She had often tried to wake early enough
in the morning to see this process, but
had never succeeded. One evening she
said to herself, 81 will make one of
them wait for me-" So she found q
beautiful red bud that was growing just
under leaf. She pushed her little
finger through the green leaf, and then
stuck the bud into the opening thus
made.
"Now," she said, "I'll see you open
you don't mind it, dear, do you ?" The
bud did not answer, but Rosy fancied it
looked little sad. She felt somewhat
troubled about it after she had gone into
the house, and she would have returned
to release her prisoner, but it was against
the rule for her to go out after seven
o'clock, and besides, she was so sleepy
that she could not think much about it.
Her little head fairly nodded while
mamma was undressing her, and she
went to sleep while she was saying her
prayers, with her head in mammals lap.
Papa came, and laughed some as he
took her in his arms and gave her gen
tie hug and kiss, at which she reused
! SlouBu W pdt hiS WIiohcio - hseiO, "bo
smile, without opening her eyes, and
then she was sound asleep on her pure,
white little bed.
In the morning Rosy heard some
music. She thought of the prisoned
bud, and then she heard tiny voice at
the window singing.
| Rosy, Rosy, set rue free,
l have never injured thee"
She sprang to her feet, and in less
than a minute she had gone out through
the long, low window into the garden,
and was standing by the frame where
the morning glories grew.
! A strange scene met her wondering
vision. A hundred little elves were al
work upon the spiral buds, laboriously
unwinding the delicate fabrics as sailors
might heavy sail cloths. Most wonder
full of all, beneath large full-blowI
flower, which hung royal canopy above
her, stood the fairy queen herself, robeG
as Rosy had imagined in the delicate
folds of white morning glory, while il
her hand she carried slender want
with tiny star, just one spark of blue
fire at the tip. She had blue star also
at the parting of her golden hair, which
flowed down over her shoulders
''Rosy, Rosy, set me free,
haya iritI red hoe