Centre Democrat. [volume] (Bellefonte, Pa.) 1848-1989, 1882-04-20
A Story of Dijon Roses.

Dijon roses Oh, how lovely, you
dear, good Pierre !"
This was the exclamation of @ girl
about nineteen, arrayed in q ball
dress OF white, as she took q bouquet
of these gorgeous, fragrant flowers
from the hands of the old gardener,
who had gathered them for his favorite,
the only daughter of his master.
Eyes, miss, from your own bush, all
of them," said the old man; "and
guess no one at the grand ball will have
finer flowers. 1 would not give any
one else even one, Miss Amy"
The girl bent lovingly over the fra
grant blossoms, and thoughtful look
passed over her speaking face.
al fancy oftentimes these roses are
my flowers-my guardian angels. The
German fable is so pretty-that flower
angels keep US from all harm and
wrong. You shall be my guardians,
anyway" she playfully added, US she
put them for q moment to her lips.
1t was this sunny-haired girls first
ball, and as she stood in the light of the
chandelier her face showed all the love
of enjoyment so natural 10 youth,
though it was not so easy to divine the
intentness Of purpose and noble long
ings after good in her still untried soul.
The future lay yet before her-a bright,
unwritten page; yet she had tasted
enough of sorrow in the early loss of
mother to know that life has troubles as
we'll as Joys
The first ball, however, soon drives
other thoughts away, and Amy, placing
some Of tho roses in her hair and in
her bosom, and wrapping her cloak care.
fully round her, went forth with her
father to the anticipated pleasure.
Rooms fragrant with e1otics and filled
with q countless variety of forms and
faces, and delicious music swelling in
the perfumed air.
The white-robed, graceful form OF
Amy. as leaning on her fathers arm she
walked slowly through the throng,
ELECTED many a remark and passing
glance Of admiration.
One gentleman standing in a retired
corner looked curiously after her and
started forward, but fell back into
careless posture, and watched Amy in
teatly.
He was not apparently an habitue OF
the ballroom, but the " guinea stamp {"
vas there "for a that" a. the Scotch
poet observes.
After a time the hostess came up to
him and said "Do, Doctor Roslin.
let me give you an introduction to my
dear little friend, Amy Dormer," and
the smiling lady, attired in brocaded
satin. with lace and jewels, presented
the grave-looking man to Amy, who
soon found herself talking to him quite
at her ease. and very much enjoying
his quiet originality as compared to the
usual rapid ballroom conversation.
"Look," she said, after q pause. "at
my roses. They are my guardian angels
--Diion roses, you know; when we have
flower guardian he keeps as from
harm-is it not pretty thought ?"
$50 these are Dion roses Thought
I knew them," he answered. 81 have
little story connected with them,
which / will tell you some time, IL you
would like to hear Il, though 1t il but
an unfinished one" Then bending
down and speaking low as Amy's father
came to take her away, he said. THANK
you, Miss Dormer, for pleasant even
ing. After all. q ball Is not half so bad
as expected"
ST think they are delightful. Here
are one Of my roses for you," said Amy;
and so they parted.
A ward in y hospital, with It's rows Of
small white beds, and the silent figures
Of the sisters going TO and fro On their
missions Of mercy.
"No. "a is dying" was whispered by
one Of the nurses, and two of them
camo to the bedside.
No. "a was young, scarcely past her
girIbood; her brown hair fell in heavy
braidH on the pillow. bat the weaFinsss