Wilmington journal. [volume] (Wilmington, N.C.) 1844-1895, 1875-10-01
THE WHITE ROSES.

THE WHITE ROSES.
Iadamoiselle Pnscaline Banoit was
one Of the most r, nowned florists in
Pals. She was an enthusiast in her
profession, but very poor stlil she
cultjvateI her flowers with poetic
"a! which excired til; admiration Of
a.! Who k:iew hcr. Her little gnr.i4n.
ai,n,ttl at tie outskirts Of ;he cifT.
always (. ,ut i1ri some prodigy OF th2
vegetable season.
J. Vas mil-,s;user when u t;-,,. equip
ay' drew up uui stopped IN frolIt II
P;.fc,,i ne'- door 4 fine looking
m4tron and chHrtning Young laAv
alights i from the c-.sriaGe: it was the
ttar"hionsss de E-gelaid end her
ianEsh er.
Mat;htnu:s,ile, " s.t;d the Marchion-
ess "iay daug hter is to lie married
The CAY dt:eg to-uOrroW, an We wish
u Whit re for h.r wedding dresa. ]
AT, t. I ti'at yon have one"
Yes, | have two" said Pascaline.
''Can [ see them % asked the noble
ia ly.
''Ctrta:niy." was the response, and
tho two visitors were conducted to q
beautiful rosebush belring two half
blown roses, which shed most deli
cious perfume.
Can't nave both of them ?" in
quirei the MarchiOnes..
No, madam" said Pa.caline, with
a sigh, lone Of them is already prom
ised - ...
Then will take this one said the
lady. "What is the price ?'
1.-Two lous," replied Pascaline.
"Hase is the money" said the Mar
chioness. "Sead the rose to my hotel,
Rue Saint Honore"
Pasculine bowed politely, and re-
door of her humble abode. 90.
"How fortunate - she thought.
Forty francs ! With this sum Gun
being turned out. Oh my dear
mother" she exclrimed. ''from thy
happy place in heaven, thou still guar
dest md protecest my daughter
That night was one of sadness to
Hascaline. 1t was the eve of the an
niversary of the death Of her mother.
a good and pious woman. who had
cultivated in her daughter two chast'
affecions-love to God and of flowers
She wept as she reflected upon the
last moments of that adorned mother,
whom God had called to Himself. 1t
was a cold night. Death had already
seized upon it's victim. The weeping
daughter sat beside the bed The
dying mother said, in a faint but
swePt voice
"Pascaline. are your white roses
still living ?"
eyes. mother" was the reply.
'.Then bring them to me that l may
enjoy them once more" s@s
The daughter brought them. They
were two beautiful full grown roses
oon one branch but the doctor had
said that one of these flowers might
injure the pat ent.
"No, never mind" said Madame
Benoit ; these roses, like my child,
will live long after me. Pascaline,
give me one of them. Bury this one
with me.
While she lay a corpse the rose was
placed in her hand but as the dead
body was placed in the coffin the leaves
of the flower fell off. She was buried,
and the gave had scarcely been closed
when the daughter made solemn vow
as chaste and tender as the heart that
inspired it
The night Was thus passed in prayer
and filial I. .membraDce. Next morn
lug she resumed her daily task in the
arden. She recollected tnat she had
engaged to send rose to the March
ioness, and she went to pluck it: but
(sad to relate y one OF the flowers had
withered away. Bat single rose now
remained.
That day the proprietor came and
demanded the payment @-
"Sir, said Pascaline. ." 1 am ur-
able TO pay You.
Chow is that you have money!"
said the landlord, reminding her of the
two louis which he had learned she
had received from the Marchioness.
''That is no longer mine she re-
piled, "the white rose has withered
and died. The money i. to be re-
turned.
"But there is another lose remain
ing" said be, why not send It % ."
That il alrs ady promised,' said
Fa> caline, cali the gold IN the world
would not purchase 1t.
Then" said the Irritatt-d prOprie-
tor, you must leave at once. can-
not allow tenants to occupy my prop
erty for nothing"
You shall be obeyed," said the girl,
calmly. .. .:-.
Upon receiving the money which
she left with Pascalino the day before,
the Marchioness FASTENED to the gar
den for the purpose of learning why
the rose had not been sent. She wa,
infor med that Madem oiselle Benolt
had just gone out with white rose in
her hand. The .Marchioness turned
and saw her walking down the street !;
then, prompted by curiosity to see
where she was going, she resolved to
follow her. ...-..
At length Pascaline entered ceme-
terry. She knelt at the grave of her
mother, aud after planting the rose
upon it she exclaimed: r..l ..ss asa,
80. my mother, accept this, pledge
of my remembrance Receive this
flower which thou lowest so much, and
with my own hands have cultivkted for
kbaa TnforooAo for ol:ll