Daily Republican., 1879-09-26
THE POT.POURRI.

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/ It was lust after the roses had done
blowing. They were all sitting by twi-
light in the yellow draving-room---
somehow it always seemed twilight
there when it was dark everywhere
else--and Rosamond got up and stirred
her pot -pourri in the old olaret-colored
Chelsea jar between the windows /; and
such sweet, faint odor of rose-leaves
stole through the room that the old
people felt as if they were young aud
the time was June again.
"It is too powerful !'' said Miss Ef-
fngham, waving her big peacock -feath-
or tan.
1900 powerful" said Mrs. Penn,
putting away the silver curl that the
neighboring fan brushed into her still
soft brown eyes. "Not me. Nothing
is SO pleasant to me as the pot-Wui,
and it is the old jar, too. 1t is not the
rose, but it is the memory of the rose.
1t brings back all my YOUTH. And al
though age is pleasant enough as it
comes to me, yet youth is so sweet-so
very sweet, my dear" and the silver
voice paused, while silver hand went
searching through the purple gloom
for anoth-r uand, and found 1.-THE
hand ol the speakers husband. "Peo-
pl.. tuink it so sad to grow DID," she
said. "But every year has been to me
like another step to an upward path to
paradise. Ones wings are growing all
the way. And one has SO much to re-
member, to look on when one pauses,
to see in new lights. Do you suppose
that either of us would change places
with Rosamond and Beltran there, who
have life before them?'
"Not l." "said the voice that respond
ed.
''Not that you would not be glad to
live your summers over AGAIN Paul ~
II am sure of them now, at any Iate," "
said the husband. 81 have them.
Nothing can take them away from us. Z"
Sand Wa ask nothing more" she
said. 'than to be laid in some grave
when the long night comes"
"And the endless morning." he mur-
INJURED.
Sand even the endless morning can
hardly be brighter than some OF the
mornings Of our youth--than the morn
ing when we first made the p0t-pourri,
Paul. You remember that morning,
Paul?
..Do you remember it, Aunt Persist"
asked Rosamond.
"Shall ever forget ?" she said, with
low sweet laugh. "Why, when | am
dead remembrance of that morning
will bloom out of my grave like a flow
er! Aud ye. it was much such a
morning as any day last month-only
glorious, so gilded, so full of sunshine |!
But what u gay and lowering, shower
ing down it had +! II We had never had
thai llttle quarrel, Paul. All, was
50 sad when parted the curtains that
daybr.ak thought was done with
my lltv--4ni i. was a PITY so
young.
Here Rosamond pinched Bertram's
arm.
$50 young. And might have been
blessed" said her old aunt Persis.
"If gave that morning, just the swift
est glance across the garden to Paul's
window, and saw that he sat there over
his b ok, he could not tell. And then
d essed me and thought of some
young girl being dressed in her grave.
And then I pinned on my white frock
u la lapeuse, you call it now, Rosa
mond-and went down to the rose gar
den to pick the flowers with the dew on
them for the pot pourri that grand
mother had hidden me never to forget
in the tire of roses. "
est was the time of roses
We plucked them as we went,
sang Bertram, half under his breath.
"And l plucked them till my basket
on my arm was heaped. The rose-gar-
den was Just as it is to-day, on a ter
race higher than the rest OF the gar
den. And when turned about saw
Paul lad come down, and was walking
in the poplar alley of his grand-fath-
er's garden, bare-headed, with his
hands behind him, and his head fallen
on his breast. All, how beautiful he
was ! so tall, so dark, so like a fallen
star. And loved him 50; and we had
ouarreled. l had been miserable just
forty-eight hours. 1t seemed to me
that had never been happy. l had
lost nv youth; was old; | had come
into the shadow. There was another
Young GIRL" she said, after moments
pause, az if even the sorrows OF youth
had their sweetness that it was good
now to rpmen Der, "that Paups grand
father had chosen for him TO marry
| may speak about it now, suppose;
she long since ceased to care; she was,
she is, my dearest friend, and Paul has
al algays loved her az brother.
She has had many suitors since; with
one of them she plighted faith, so she
has kept her trust with death. But l.
thought that because adored Paul, an
the world was at his feet; and when his
grandfather said this other was to Dc
his choice with her great fortune az
command, and remembered that haa
only this old house and its belongings
for nv own fortune, whv, then l look
ed we'll after my lover. Yes, he was my
lover. l had felt sure of that, although
he had never said SO, never exactly said