Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1879-10-16

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The University Magazine.
THE POT-POURRI.
1t was just after the roses had done
blowing. They were all sitting by twi.
light in the yellow drawing-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 claret.colored Chelsea
Jar between the windows; and such a
sweet, faint odor of rose leaves stole
through the room that the old people
felt as if they too were young and the
time was June again.
cit is too powerful" said Miss Efing-
ham, waving her big peacock-feather fan.
Too powerful?' said Mrs. Penn,
putting away the silver curl that the
neiehboring fan brushed into her soft
brown eyes. "Not for me. Nothing ia
80 pleasant to me as the pot-pourri, and
in the old jar, too. It is not the rose,
but it is the memory of the rose. It
brings back all my youth. And although
age is pleasant enough as it cones to me,
yet youth was so very sweet-so very
sweet, my dear" and the silver voice
paused, while slender hand went
searching through the purple gloom for
another hand, and found 1.-THE hand
OF the speakers husband. "People
think it so sad to grow DID," she said.
But every year has been to- me like
another step to an upward path to para
disc. Ones wings are growing all the
way. And one has so much to remem-
Der, to look on when one pauses, to see
in new lights. Do you suppose that
either of us would change places with
Bosamond and Bertram there, who have
life before them?"
Not ], said the voice thatresponded.
"Not that you would not be glad to
live your summers over again, Paul?'
l am sure Of them now, at any rate"
said the husband. Il have them.
Nothing can take them from U.S."
And we ask nothing more," she said,
than to be laid in one grave when the
long night comes"
And the endless morning." he MUIR
INJURED.
"And even the endless mornings can
hardly be brighter than some of the
mornings of our youth-than the morn
ing when we first made the pot-pourri,
Paul. You remember that morning,
Paul?'
Do you remember it, Aunt Persist"
asked Rosamond.
"Shall l ever forget it?' she said,
with low sweet laug "Why, when
l am dead remembrance of that morning
will bloom out of my grave like flower!
And yet it was much such morning as
any day last month-only 50 glorious, so
gilded, so full of sunshine! But what a
gray and lowering, showerine dawn it
had! If we had never had that little
quarrel, Paul! All, l was 20 sad when
parted the curtains that daybreak. ]
thought was done with my life-and it
was PITY so young"
Here Rosamond pinched Bertram's
arm.
So young. And might have been
blessed" said her old Aunt Persis. eli
gave that morning, just the swiftest
glance across the garden to Paups win
dow, and saw that he sat there over hi
book, he could not tell. And then
dressed ME; and l thought of some
young girl being dressed in her grave
And then pinned on my white frock-
q Ia loveuse, you call it now, Rosamond
and went down to the rose garden tt
pick the flowers with the dew on them
for the pot-pourri that grandmamms
had hidden ME never to forget in thu
time of roses."
"' 1t was the time of roses
We plucket them rs we WENT"
sang Bertram, half under his breath.
"Aud | plucked them till my baske
on my arm was heaped. The rose gar
den was just as it is to day, on terrace
higher than the rest of the garden. Ant
when / turned about I saw Paul ha,
come down, and was walking in tn,
poplar alley of his grandfather's garden
bare-headed, with his hands behind him
and his head fallen on his breast. All
how beautiful he was! 80 tall, so dark, 8,
like fallen star. And l loved him 30
and We had quarreled. ] had been mis-
cradle ust forty:eigh hours. 1t seeme'
to me that had never been happy.
had lost my youth; / was old; 1 ha,
come into the shadow. There was an
other young girl" she said, after mo
ment's pause, as if even the sorrows O
youth had their sweetness that it wa
good now to remember, "that Paul.
grandfather had chosen for him t.
marry. l may speak about it now,
suppose; she long since ceased to care
she was, she is, my dearest friend
and Paul has always loved he
as brother. She has had man
suffers since; with one of them sh
plig hted faith, SO she has kept he
trust with death. But IL though
that because l adored Paul, all tn
world was at his feet; and when hi
grandfather said this other was to be hi
choice, with her great fortune at CON
mand, and l remembered that I had onl
this house and its belongings for my owl
fortune, why, then I looked we'll afte
my lover. Yes, he was my lover. I ha
felt sure of that, although he had neve
said 80, never exactly said so in words
but We do not always need words. An
now, all at once, all in a twinkling, as
the sun had gone out at noon, he was til
!oVer VI announcer girl. And could no
have believed or dreamed that the TO,
tune would have made any differenc
with Paul, or the grandfather's wish. O
heavens thunder bolts even, before
saw it for myself. I saw him 20 an,
turn the music as she played upon tn
harp, and bend over it with the color o.
his cheek, and an angry fire in his ey
when the eye fell askance on me. / 80,
him lift her from her saddle at her pate
just down the street; and go in with he1
and stay till, an hour afterward, a groon
came and led the horse of. / saw hiu
!olterlng with her at the lane, but the,
did not know saw, and / heard his mi;
cradle old grandfather come hobbling u
our steps, rubbing his hands, and talfin
to my father of PauPs lucky hit. An
30 l knew that he had forsaken meme