The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1879-03-13
For the Citizen.i
For the Citizen.i
THE ALPINE ROSE.
BY LEM LEoTA HARwELL.

There is a flower that grows only
amongst the SHOWS of the Alps. 1t
is white all over-stem, leaves and
blossom-white as the snow itself,
and to have gathered one is to have
proved oneself a rare climber.
There are very few of these bios
SONS to be found, and as they
grow in the most dangerous places
as though they desired TO hide
themselves from all, lady tourists,
who find themselves amongst the
Alps, grow enthusiastic III regard
to this flower, and have been wont
to say that they would dare any
thing to get one; but when devoted
husbands, faithful lovers and well
paid guides have done their best for
them, they still return without the
blossom. No woman has ever yet
plucked one mot many men Ell
ther," says the landlady of the
'Dove's Nest" standing before her
English guests and chattering of
the Aloine rose. "Few men Now
and then one very much in love finds
one for his sweetheart. 1t is as
though he said Il have risked my
life for you! A girl can never re-
fuse so brave a fellow. All. you
would scarcely believe 1t now, but
nv good man thought me worth
winning with an Alpine rose. l
wore it in my hair on our betrOthal
day. "Oh, EdwardW whispered
the beautiful lady Violet TO her
husband, as she clung closer to his
arm, and raised her blue eyes to
his dark orbs. chow can any wO-
man bear that the man, who loves
her, and whom she loves, should
risk his life TO pamper her pridef
| could not for one moment enter
tain the horrible thought of seeing
you endanger your life thus merely
to crafty foolish whim.' "Ah! 1t
seems terrible does it not?" replied
Lord Montrose, and he drew the
little hand yet closer upon his arm.
yes, terrible! but you know that
the men are ever ready and willing
to risk their lives for the one they
love" "These Alpine hunters are
real lovers, . said lady Isabelle Fon-
stin, tall, beautiful, brown eyed
girl of eighteen summers. "a girl
could not say no. as the landiady
says, to one who proved himself so
much in earnest. If had a wooer
here" and she glanced at the hand-
some, blue-eyed nobleman ut her
side, Il should bid him bring me
an Alpine-rose if he would win me-"
The gentleman beside her, Lord Ar
thur Wellington, was very much in
love. Under such circumstances
men and women, too, often lose
their common sense. "Will you
send me to bring the Alpine rosep
he whispered eagerly. She looked
at him and smiled. "They say it is
at the risk of life," she said. Life
is valueless, unless one has that
which makes it worth possessing"
he replied. She only answered,
Bring me the rose"
Early the next morning Paul,
Jean and Pierre, the guides, stood
with Lord Wellington on tAe wild
est and most precipitous OF the
mountain heights They had reach
ed a wide, yawning chasm, and had
come to halt. ''Sir," said old
Paul, ..you are good mOuntaineer,
but YOU were not born TO it. Up
wonder, little Pierre declares there
is an Alpine rose, and he alone OF
us four can take that leap in safety.
Once, at his age, / could, but not
now. His brother, never; you, i'm
possible, although you have needed
so little OF our help In getting here.
Pierre will bring you tie flower"
II must pluck it with my own
hand" said Lord Arthur. Then
YOU will pay for it with your own
life" said the old guide. The
young Englishman laughed. What
cared he for the danger? Had not
Lady Isabelle bid him bring her
the blossoms. though it was at the
risk of life to get one? He would
not fail to obey her bidding. He
drew an opera glass from his pocket
and looked through it. 81 see the
rose!" he exclaimed. The next in
slant, amid the cry of the noun
taineers, he had taken the leap
Contrary V to their expectations, he
did it in safety. They saw him
stoop and pluck the blossom, hold