The Northern Pacific farmer. [volume] (Wadena, Minn.) 1878-1885, 1883-07-19
JUNE ROSES:


Frq the Springfield Sunday Republican.
u The sweet breath 81 June, made odor:
Gus 81 the wealth zof roses that grew in
anfh zabun lance insthe ample grounds
VIII sur rpnaded a vine. embowered
cottage famed. the flushed cheek and
toyed with the stray ringlets Of sweet7
faced. girl who stood with downcast eyes
and, tremulous lips. ~, ~
e., :"And what does she say, Blossom?"
queried a tall young man of three or
four and twenty looking down upon the
fair maiden beside him, an expression
of anxiety blending with the look of
love that shone in his dark eyes.
! ''She, says that must wait; that she
cannot conscientiously give her consent"
and the girl turned her blue eyes,
misty with unshed tears, toward the
handsome face of her lover, who bit his
lip with vexation.
"How long are we to waltz" he asked,
after moments silence, as Rose Matt
lands eyes once more dropped beneath
their long lashes. $780,,
the girl. "You know when poor MANI
ma died f We wears, ago. when was IA
promised her to do as ,auntie said for
10 years and so arintfe was made
my guardian till should be "a, unless l
married before. that time with her con-
',"Xnd if YOU marry without her con-
sent, what then?": Will Vernon pressed
the little hand he held, and looked be-
seechingly down into the sweet face,
but its owner shook her head.
II cannot listen to that" she said
solemnly. II love you, Will, but can
not break my promise to my dying
mother. But, oh dear, Aunt Margaret
is so hard-hearted, and I am afraid she
will not consent sn mt: and five years seems
She plu ,ked a rose; and tore it's Grim
son petals asunder with trembling I'm
gers, scattering the beautiful leaves upon
the ground at her feet, the afternoon
sunshine glinting through the trees and
falling here and there in light patches:
"Of course, this is fnal," said Will
| moodily, land we can do nothing but
wait and pray that the YEATS may glide
by AS rapidly as possible. But bark,
! some one is'coming down the walk. It's
your Aunt Margaret, and, al I live, a
gentleman with her."
The look of vexed moodiness lifted
for moment from Will Vernon's face,
| and gave place to an amused expression.
Sure enough, down the rose-lined
pathway came Miss Margaret Maitland,
presumably confirmed spinster of 40, a
sister of the deceased father of Rose and
guardian of the latter, and by her side
in close proximity walked a well-dressed
man of middle age, with square face,
and dropping black noustache as yet
untouched by the frosts of time. :;
ooh, yes, that is auntie's admirer,"
ture couple sauntered slowly toward the
young lovers. "He sings in the choir of
her church and they really seem fond OF
each other. I wish they would marry
perhaps auntie would grow, more. leni-
ent towards us. I have never met him
as yet.H. G. -, -
ing pair with some: curiosity. Miss Mar
garet Maitland, whom he had always
considered as species of man-hater,
was notof the typical class of old maids,
Instead 'of,being lean and scraggy, she
was well-preserVed and plump, though
the short curls beside her round ace
showed stray threads of silver.
"My niece, Miss Maitland, Mr.. Rogers
Mr.. Vernon" said the elder Miss Matt
land as they came face to face.
Mr.. Rogers lifted his hat from his in
tensely black locks.
Extremely happy to make your &C
Quaintance," he said, with sort o.
"ready-nade" smile, as Rose thought
beneath his heavy, moqstache, and Their
he grasped Willis hand with 8ice-like
Eff ''fhis is a beautiful plac e, the
most charming roses I ever saw" sale
Mr.. Rogers, looking from side to side
over the flowery expanse.
'''tYes, indeed, we are extremely fondd
of flowers, roses especially" returned
the happy spinster with an arpealin,
look at her niece, for to the exquisite
taste of tue latter the place owed it
floral charms.
"a love of flowers evinces the truest
, sweetest WON anhood," said Mr. Rogers
his Jet moustache again showing symp
/ toms of smile, while Miss Margare
simpered and made a futile attempt a
blushing.
Mr. Rogers picked soft blush rose
and held it playfully up to the cheek o
the lady in whose good graces he appar
emily stood so Eigh. "Allow me to fas
ten this at your throat" be said, an
Rose shrank blushtingly back at tn
tofore prudish aunt, the latter submit
tingt the adornlmeht with pleased smile
though she WINGED as thorn conceale
in the spray of green leaves pierced he
skin as he fumbled awkwardly at he
. neck. But she bore inhiction with he
, roic fortitude, amply repaid by the blan
smile of the donor,
"Don't you think Mr.. Rogers YER
agreeable mani" questioned Miss Mai
garet Of her niece the next day, Nor
day, as they sat upon the piazza, tn
former full of serene happiness, the lat
. ! ter somewhat dowhcast:
81 Eyes, suppose SO, auntie," was tn
, | reluctant admission.
= "Humph! you think there is no one
, the world but Will Vernon" retorte
Miss Margaret. not at all pleased. "No
Mr.. Rogers is man of some stability
he is a member of the church and a pl
. lar of society"
t why are you so set against Will Vel
= non? You have known him a Dumbe
Of years, and Mr.. Rogers is almost
It Was Miss Nargaret's turn to becom
; indignant. "There are some nature
o that dol not require lifetime to analyzt
Mr.. Rogers is one of that kind. Ever
look and action shows it. I would trus
my life in his keeping"
For moment the lost art of blushin
returned to her at her madvertent r,
;. mark while Rose regarded her curiovsl,
;: Are you engaged to Mr.. Roge rs?" sll
lueried, as the momentary flush. die
e out of her aunt's face.
3 II am" returned the latter with dig
: nifty. not unmixed with a certain pride
and Mr.. Rogers urged me to name al
early day, but would not consent to NJ
3 "And Will and must wait five years,
9 pouted Rose, little pleased with he
y aunt's complacency.
"rhe case is different with u.s." re
r torted Miss Margaret. although we ar
r not old, by any means, We have arrive'
: at those years when caution as to eac
q others antecedents Is not as necessar,
2 as in early youth. But one thing, Rosa
8 lind" (she always called her Rosalin
= when she wished to impress somethin
. forcibly upon her mind), II want You t,
!; be extremely careful and not let MI
!: Rogers know of my former aversion-o
J. Indifference rathcr-to flowers. He wor
ships them, and, really, am much NOR
e partial to them than formerly. 1t mus
: have been my early trai1:;ng," she add
ed apologetically; II cannot account 70
2 it in any other way. And, by the way
|: that rose must be pressed, thorn and all
that Mr.: Rogers fastened atimy neck yes
i; terday." -, :. y. !,
{ A year with its changing seasons ha'
. come and gOne,' and; again the rose