Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1873-05-01

the sun, and now, as If they could nc
longer contain the Joy and love that filled
them, they burst every morning into 6
passion of blossom-purple and crimson
and white. What a 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 I should think the fairies
would all come here and dress themselves
up in them. They are just the right
shape for gored skirts, SO they wouldn't
have to cut 'em over"
Pursuing her idea of making dresses
of the flowers, she one day caught a
grasshopper, and with some difficulty
managed to draw the bell over his head
and first two legs. Then she let him 90.
and laughed to see him jumping about
in his odd garment.
GIFT to attend the court of a 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 tho flowers together with her
little fingers. Then she would sing
"Buzz, buzz, busy bee!
Buzz me a song, and III set you free"
After a blossom had done its best to
make a fine show In the sunshine, some
fairy, so Rosy said, came and sewed it
all round and drew it up into a 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 its green
calyx, and holding the puckered part
tight, blow into the other end, until the
lttletubeparted witha snap that pleased
her as much as the report of a fire.
cracker would a boy.
These were gay sports, but sometimes
she would sit, making a 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, 1 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 n of
them wait for me-" So she found a
beautiful red bud that was growing lust
under a leaf. She pushed her little
finger through the green leaf, and then
stuck the bud into the opening thus
made.
"Now," she said, eth see you open:
you don't mind it, dear, do you ?" The
bud did not answer, but Rosy fancied it
looked a 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 a gen.
tie hug aud a kiss, at which she reused
enough to pat his whiskers a little, and
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
DN0, 4A bAAOh " uCdIu d lilly VOICE at
the window singing.
"Rosy, Rosy, set me free.
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 at
work upon the spiral buds, laboriously
unwinding the delicate fabrics as sailors
might heavy sail cloths. Most wonder
full of all, beneath a large full-blown
flower, which hung a royal canopy above
her, stood the fairy queen herself. robed
Rosy had imagined in the delicate
folds OF a white morning glory, while in
hand b carried a slender wand
with a tiny star, just one spark of blue
fire at the tip. She had a blue star also
at the parting of her golden hair, which
flowed down over her shoulders.
"Rosy, Rosy, set me free,
have never injured thee"
1t was one of the little elves upon a
Leaf just at Rosy's ear that was speaking
her, and, looking round, she saw the
bud that she had fastened in the leaf the
before, extended as much as it
could be in its close quarters. Two or
three of the little fellows were working
almost angrily at it.
where's the elf this bell belongs to?
"Gone to Rosalie to tell his wrongs to-
sang a couple Of the little working
"Rosalie doth love US well,
She will come to free the bel,'
sang the queen of the morning glory
in a fine, clear, musical little
voice. Rosy sprang forward and drew
the bud out of its poison, and with a
glad shout, the little elves opened the
flower to the full extent of its crimson
glory.
"Rosalie loves us! Resale loves us ~
sang the whole multitude of bright little
and the queen beckoned with
her wand for the child to draw near to
her.
Rosy felt grateful for such gracious
eondescension on the part of a sovereign,
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