New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1882-12-06
A HEATHER BLOSSOM.

OuuCau OteWdEtS young Drlue-Q1S
heather blossom, as he fondly called
her, with thought in his heart of the
modest plant whose home was on her
native Scottish Moors-had only been
in London one short twelvemonth, but
her bright bloom had already begun to
fade. The air of the crowded city was
not proving to her a life-giving current,
and as her younger brothers and sisters
had all rendered up their lives victims
to decline-it is not to be wondered at
that Agnes fading cheeks and feverishlv
brilliant eyes caused sad forebodings in
the loving hearts around her.
So when one day she expressed wish
to once more behold green fields and
country sights and sounds, saying to
her friend Mollie Carruther who was
staying with her for a short visit, II
really believe / should once more feel
we'll again if I could go into the woods
and gather wild flowers with my own
hand.''
"Dear Agnes!'' had been Mollie's ca
ger answer, ''if you will come home
with me, we will live in the woods!
love them as well as you doP am sure
it will make you well.''
And Agnes had smiled. She would
not cloud Mollie's anticipations by tell
ing her what she we'll knew-that her
days were numbered.
':Do you think they would be glad to
see me at Carrpther Farm, Mollie? for
long to be there once more! It seems
as though all this restlessness and fever
would take to itself wings if 1 could
sleep again in that cool, quiet room,
with its white drapery futtering against
the bl0ssoming vines What saucy
roses those were! Do you remember
how they would peep in, and shake
down shower of petals with eyery
breeze that stirred the curtain?'
Agnes and Duncan had spent their
honeymoon at Mollie's home, and it
was thus associated in her mind with
the purest happiness of her life. Mol
lie gave a glad little cry. Her own
heart was filled with longing for home,
though she had not breathed it to
Agnes.
'Oh, Agnes, I am so pleased to hear
you express such wish. l will write
to mother at once and tell them to meet
us.''
II shall have to talk to Duncan first.
Mollie. Maybe he won't consent to my
going!''
. Trust that to me. Here he comes
now" Mollie few to meet him as re
came in, and put her arm coaxingly
within his. you're not selfish, dis
agreeable husband, are you, Mr.. Stew
art?''
Duncan gazed at her smiling, roguish
face in surprise as he answered.: ..Why
do you ask? Has any one been saying
naughty things of me behind my backp"
'.No: but Agnes thinks you may not
be willing to let her co.,
go where? Please explain. Miss
Mollie.''
''Only home with Mollie," said Agnes.
II feel as though that pure air would
be like health-giving elixir to me.
May l goP''
II will give my consent to anything,
my darling, SO that I can once more see
those pale cheeks blooming again. and
he ran his hand caressingly through his
wife's fair. shining curls.
''Dear Duncan" she murmured,
s'you have been so good to your poor
little heather blossom! You have made
earth like heaven to me"
':Have you never for one moment
wished that had not transplanted you
from your home, Agnes?''
q look of peace came into his eyes
which had grown to be strange to them
OF late, as he heard Agnes soft-spoken
but earnest reply.