, 1876-01-15
esenting the interests Of the snohcmlsh.

age entered, her large blue eyes dilatcd ant
radient with delight, as she bore in the vast
with the rosc.trce in it.
"Oh! sec. mother. see' Here is one in full
bloom, and two more half out, and ever Sc
many more pretty buds peeping out of the
green leaves"
The poor woman's face frightened as sht
looked, first on tho rose, and then on hcl
sickly child, on whose face she had seen Sc
bright color for months. ..
God bless her!" she exclaimed uucon.
scously
Miss Florencc-yes, knew you
would feel so, mother. Does it n~t make
your heal feel better to see such beautiful
Howcrl Now you will not look So longingly
at the flowers in the market, for we have a
rose that is handsomer than any of them.
why. it seems to me it is worth as mnch to
us as our whole garden used to be. Only see
how many buds there are Just count them,
and only smell the flower! Now, where shall
we set it up" And Mary skipped about
placing her flower first in one position and
then in another, and then walked off to see
the effect, till her mother gently reminded
her that the rose-tree could not preserve It's
dcauty without sunlight.
"Oh, yes, truly,'""id Mary; "well, then it
must lie placed here IN ournc stand How
glad am that we have such handsome
new stand for it; II will look so much better"
And Mrs. Stephens laid down her work, and
folded piece Of newspaper, on which the
treasure wns duly deposited
"Therc," said Mary, watching the arrange.
ment eagerly, "thst will do-no, it docs not
show both the opening buds; little farther
round--n little more; there, thnt is right"
and then Mary walked around to view the
rose in various positions after which she
urged her mother to 20 with her to the out.
side, and see how it looked there,
"IIow kind II was in Miss Florence to
think ofuirina tl,ia to us,, sail Afarv, Htho".yh
she has done so much for us. md Givan IA so
many things vet this seems the best Of all,
because it seems as II she thought of us Nnd
knew just how we felt: and so few tlo that,
you know, mother"
What bright afternoon that little gift
made in that little room. How mnch faster
Mary's fingers flew the livclong day as she
sat sewing by her mother and Mrs Stephens.
in the happiness of her child, forgot that
she had headache, and thought as she sip
ped hcrevcning cup tea that she felt strong
cr than she had done for some time.
That rose! ts sweet influence died not
with the first day. Through ali the long
cold winter, the watching, tending, cherish
ing that flower, awakend thousand pleasant
trains of thought, that bcgnied the snmcncss
and wcarincss Of their lite. Every day the
fair growing thing put forth some fresh
beauty leaf bud, a new shoot-and con-
stauty awakened trersh enjoyment in its pos
SCISSORS. As it stood in the window, the
pnsser by would sometimes stop and gaze,
attracted by its beauty, and then proud and
happy WIS Mary; nor did even the serious and
careworn widow notice with indifference this
tribute to the beauty Of their fhvoritc.
But little did Florence think, when she be.
slowed the gift, that there twined about it All
invisible thread that reached far and bright
ly into the web of her destiny.
One co.A afternoon in early spring, a tall,
graceful gentleman, called at the lowly room
to pay for the making of some linen by the
inmates. lie was stranger and way.farer,
recommended through the charity Of some of
Mrs. Stephens patrons. As he turned to go,
his eye rested admiringIy on the rose tree, and
he stopped to geze at it.
How beautiful" SAID he.
Yes said little Mary, "and IL was given
to us by lady as sweet and beautiful as that
is,
"Ah," said the stranger, turning upon her
a pair OF bright, dark eyes, pleased and rath-
er struck bJ the communication; "snd how
came she to give il to you, my little girl'
"oh, because We are poor, and mother is
sick, and We never can have anything pretty. |
We used to have garden once, and loved
flowers 30 much, and Mss Florence found it |
out, and she gave us this"
"Florcncel" echoed the stranger.
AYES Miss Florence T. Estrange--a beauli.
fu lady. The say she was from foreign parts
but she speaks English just like other ladies'
only hWeeter"
"ls she here now7 is she in the city2 sad |
the gentleman eagerly.
No; she left some months ago" said the
widow, noticing the shade ofdisappointment
on his face; "but," said she, "you can find .
out all about hcrat her aunt's, Mrs Carlyle's,
No. 10 street"
A short time alter, Florence received let
ter in q handwriting that made her tromdle. /
During the many early years ofhC life spent
in France she had well learned TO know the
writer. This letter told that he was still liy
ing. tina. be traced her, even a. q s,rssnlst