Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-04-20


priyations had marked her face, lovely
as il still was. She was murmuring OF
other lands in strange language.
Just then a visitor entered-a girl
about the age OF the one who lay dying;
but oh, how difrerent-the earnest
face, SO full OF life and happiness, even
though sad with sympathy for suffer
ing, as the newcomer bent over tho
worn invalid who just then opened her
eyes, and gazed almost fearfully into
her face.
Suddenly tho dying girl held out her
hands, and said, beseechingly:
"Give them to me-oh. please let
me have them ~ as she pointed to
cluster of roses in the visitors hand.
"Diion roses !" sho murmured; "they
came from my home-did you gather
them from the garden2 Does Francois
still water them for me? Oh, let me
have them-dol"
Amy, for it was she, put the flowers
into the sufferers hand; tremblingly
she carried them to her lips. "Did
Francois send them to me-to Reine Z"
she said; "and do the little mother and
Nanon still wait for me?" Then. as n
change passed over her face. and Amy
bent over her, she said, feebly; Lady.
will you tell them Refine is dying, but
she is sorry, and has tried to remember
all the good able taught? Bury these
flowers with me; they ere from tho dear
home"
She lifted her face with smile, and
all was over, and the inefable peace
that death brings to the weary passed
into the dead girls face. Amy felt sure
the nower-angel had brought message
from home to the sinner.
One OF the sisters drew a sheet over the
face, and as Amy turned to leave, with
fearful eyes she saw her friend of the
ballroom, Doctor Roslin, who had been
an unsupported witness of the scene.
al am glad to see you here" he said.
81 am glad your flowers brought n
message from home to the gpoor child.
l feared she would sdfrer more before
the last, and am thankful death came
so peacefully"
a pretty room. with bright wood
fire burning in a CRATE, and a girls
figure leaning on the mantel, with one
foot on the low brass fender, standing
gazing musingly at the burning logs.
Suddenly the door opened, and Amy
turned with a blush and q smile to
welcome her friend, DR.. Roslin.
81 am so glad to see you" she
said, "for / want to hear what you
know about that poor girl who died in
tho hospital last week. I have had a
bush Of Dion roses planted on her
grave"
Sitting together by the fro the
doctor told Amy a simple story OF lns
travels abroad, TO which he little
thought at the time he should ever see
any denouement, he said
taking a walk one summer evening
in the outskirts OF a small town in the
south OF France, where I was spending
a weeks relaxation from hard work,
came to small cottage. surrounded by
4 garden filled with the most beautiful
flowers.
"While fingered, looking over the
slight fence, young man in a blouse
slowly entered the gate and began to
work among the flowers, and watered
them from a little spring at the back OF
the house. Presently q dark.eyed
child came down the path and stood
beside the youth.
Francois she said, must go to
the market tomorrow and carry some
Of the roses; tho little mother needs
money for the rent
"a shade passed over the mans face
rs he answered:
"'Well, little one, do as you will;
just as well as to let them droop and
wither, / suppose
"a careworn.looking woman soon
Joined the two, and I strolled on; but
coming back, and still seeing the child,
| asked her for rose and 9 drink of
water from the spring. When she
brought them told her TO bring me 9
bouquet to the market tho next day,
which she promised to do, saying:
"'They are Reine's roses. She has
gone away, and little mother and Fran
co.'s won't let me talk of Refine. She Is
my sister, and wish she would come
back, il is 30 dull without her.
Next morning 1 failed not to seek
the little Hower-merchant. and found