The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1873-04-25
RosY,s Glory Story.

"Peter Piper picked peck of picked
peppers. Where's the peck a-pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked"
Dress you, Miss Rosalie dat you ?"
What you doin', Peter Piper %
Else a-pullin' up desc yer mornin'
glories. Dey's so sassy, startin' up
where nobody 'vited nm dey's low
trash, anyway, and amt a-goin' to
have UNI in de garden, specially GOVERN
up dis yer frame dat was put up for de
roses.
Black Peters hands were filed with
the vigorous little two-leaved plants, and
rs he spoke, he gave them contemptu-
GUS toss into the rubbish pile.
Peter Piper, you're a-murdering the
innocents the roses had just as leave
have 'em on their frames, cause they
don't use morn half of it themselves.
"Wall, Miss Rosalie, your ma and pa
and you don't use morn half your house,
but dey don't go to with in dc low trash
from de street to fill up. How'd you
like to have Pat Koran a-draggin' his
swill cart into de parlor and a-sittin'
down on de velvet sofa ?''
Peter had n talent for argument, as he
thought, and when he made good point
he was so pleased with himself that he
chuckled and showed his row of white
teeth, in utter disregard of what re-
manned to be said on the other side
Rosalie began
:" Pat Koran is an ugly, dirty, horrid
boy, and he killed three cats once in n
bag. He amt like morning glories at
all.
Peter kept on the chuckling as if what
she had said was of no consequence at
all, which reused the imperious little
maiden's indignation. Some brought
down her little boot with force that left
the print of her tiny boot in the soft soil
that Peter had just dug and raked over.
6 Peter Piper, L say you let those
clean little morning glories alone, and if
the roses don't like it, I'll talk to EN-. "
Law, Miss Rosalie, you amt no
kind of idee bout de proprieties of life,
as dis yere shows. Now desc has no
business yere tall. I'd like to see dat
little hoe o yourn cuttin' UNI up dey
comes up easy. Don't you want to
try ?"
Rosy stood with her pretty little hoe
in one hand her cheeks were quite
flushed with the heat of the controversy.
She was a spirited little piece, ana had
always had her own way, which Peter
knew well enough. He was quite aware
that if he could not persuade her to come
into his plans, he must do as she said,
for the garden was her special delight,
and her father would not allow her to
be crossed in any plan that she had set
her heart upon in regard to it.
peter Piper" said she, quite i'm
pressively, my new Joe'd be ashamed
of hisself to be cutting up what will
grow to be beautifuller than he some
day"
Rosy had way of personifying her
garden tools, and they all had names,
such as Jake for rake, and Joe for he1
hoe. Peter did not possess perfectly
smooth temper, and he now dropped his
rake and walked off to another part OF
the garden, muttering to himself:
&c spose Tse'll have to do as dat
baby says. If she told me to stand still
and let de mornin' glories run upon me,
her pad say, Peter, likes de garden to
be Just rs Rosy wants it, and dare say I'd
have to stand till Use all growed over. ,
Rosy stood for minute, her cheeks
still flushed and her little fingers clutch
ing the tiny hoe handle. Then bel
anger all evaporated, and she said
cheerily:
Come, Joe, let's go to work"
Rosy's work was about the same as
butterhy's might have been in the gar
den. She huttered from flower to flower
and certainly made the place lool
brighter and gayer. So her mother
thought, when she looked out of tn,
honey-suckled bay window, and SC
thought her father as he rode by on his
fine black horse.
What beautiful child u said many
= passer.by, for the garden was onl,
divided from the road by an iron fence
and many people besides its owners thus
enjoyed its bright colors and fragrance
Rosy soon followed Peter and mad,
friends with him. Somehow Rosy al
ways could make people get over it
however much they might be vexed will
her. When her father said, Rosy, VIII,
can't be angry with you p she answer
ed, because l love you so dearly
papa" That was the real reason VIII,
no one could long withstand the child
Her little heart was full to overfowinj
with the one thing that brightens thi
work-a-day would be fer us--love.
After Rosy had made it up with Peter
she danced along the path singing
"Joe, Joe, the prettiest hoe,
That any child in town can show
When she came to the place wher
the morning glories had dared to sprin
up within Peters well-kept border, sh
knelt down and kissed them. Then sh
sang
"stand, my prettes, in row,
There's place for you to grow;
You'll be splendid when you blow;
PeterTlssy 80, too, know"
"Now they won't feel as If nobod
wanted EN- she said to herself as sh
ran away.
When Rosy saved the morning slorie