Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1883-05-31

"shut up" muttered another; "he's
the Teller that's got sister des2 with
| dipthery."
Bob was thankful for the rough SYM
| patny, only be did not know what the
| fee ling was, and he went on to the city
undertaker's thinking all the way OF has
dead sister Rose.
He remem bered how fond she was of
| flowers, what pleasure she had taken IN
picking dandelions one day when ne
had taken her up on the Common, and
| now she had taken them home rs great
treasures, and how delighted che had
been when one Sunday his father had
mKen them up to toe Public Garden;
and then he remembered, though how
he knew would be hard to say, that rich
people had flowers when they buried
their friends, and he began TO wonder If
he coald get any for Rose; just one rose,
because when she was little baby his
father had brought home some Scotch
roees, and his mothers face lighted up,
and she exclaimed, "We'll call the baby
Rose"
Bob had almost forgotten what roses
were. but he knew where there was
florists where he might buy one, and
he emptied his pockets to see how much
he had.
He found three cents, enough he
thought to buy him q rose to put IN the
baby's hand, and 80 after doing lis er-
rand at the undertaker's, he turned his
steps to a florists.
The same afternoon, Harry Brenton,
young law.student, went into florists
| TO see about some roses that be mad or
dered to send to Miss Edith Westford,
who had consented to attend a party
with him that night.
you're lucky to have engaged those
ahead, Mr.. Brenton," said the florist,
laying outa double handful of Jacque.
minots before him, for ! don't believe
there's rose to be had in town this
afternoon. I've never seen such a rush
| for flowers at this season."
Az Harry was paying for the flowers
he noticed a small boy with ragged
clothes and dirty, mournful face, gaz-
ing upon them eagerly.
"Say, mister, is them roses?'
"Yes," snapped the florist, who had
been tormented all day by an incessant
demand 70. advertising cards. What
| do you want here?
"Would We sell me one o'them for
three centsY"
They're all sold; cost fifty cents, too.
II that's all you want, clear out.
Bob turned away discOnsOatey.
They might as well have cost fifty dol
lars so far as his ability to buy one
went, and in spite of himself d tear
rolled down his cheek. Harry, who,
in spite Of a rough manner, was really
tender-hearted noticed it, and such a
strange request and such tokens of
grief from u small "mucker," w4ose
only use in life, in his opinion, was 20
| hold bis horse or chase tennis balls, ex-
cited his curiosity, and he asked IN
sharp but not unklndly t0ne,-
"What do you want Of rose, John
N.Y."
II want it for my little sister"
"Does she like roses?"
"She did, but she's dead now"
"Ohl' A pause. Say, what do you
want Of rose for her now, then?'
They're coming to bury her this AT
telnoon, an / wanted n rose to stick IN
her hand, so as to look nice, and now |
haint got money enough"
Harry began to be interested, and
had half mind to give him one OF
those he had intended for Miss West
ford, but he Concluded to enquire a
little further into the boys story, and
at last became so much interested that
he took his roses, to the surprise OF the
florist, who had been waiting his order
to have them sent, and told Rob that
he would go along with him and see
what could be done.
1t was his first visit TO a poor tene-
ment house, and the squalOr and mis-
ery of their surroundings, the woman's
sad story, and most of all the pititul,
silent figure on the bed, moved HIM
more than he cared to confess, yet in
his embarrassment ne knew neither
what to say or what to do.
In the midst of his deliberation,
however, heavy tread and Il knock
was heard, and two men entered, one
carrying under his arm little stained
pine coffin.
"Is this where there's a baby to be
buried? asked one roughly.
Harry nodded assent, while Mrs. Nc
Greaor sat down despondingly by the
side OF the body, and Bob sank down
on the floor and wiped his eyes with
the skirt of ner gown.
Il didn't have nothing to put on it,
she said to Harry, land l couldn't vast
: it or do nothin' to make it look nice.
= wished I'd had something white SO
4 could a fixed it,
IL An | couldn't get no flowers, pu
in Bob.
Harry's fingers were twisting tn,
" string TO his box of flowers.
I've gota few flowers here, SAFE
5 he, and il yon'd ike them, why, her
:, they are
e And he pulled open the box aud il
II went every jtcqlemln1t into the httl
! coffin upon the ragged yellow hanue
- and the dirt that shrouded the it'll
a body that had been placed there,
W He looked at ii moment whil
e their faces lighted up: then he put Oh