The Osceola times., 1884-07-12
A Bunch Of Yellow Roses.
Translated for the Argonaut.

Translated for the Argonaut.
one evening, about two years ago,
went TO spend a couple Of hours with my
dear old friend and nsighbor, Madame
de Lorgerel Aware OF her extreme fond
ness for flowers, took with me bunch
ofyellow roses, her especial favoritea
On this evening, as on many another, |
found with her an old gentleman, who
had about year before come into that
ncigbborhood to take p ossession of an
adjoining property, left him by a distant
relative on condition he would change
his name to that of Descoudraes. was
quite jealous Of the intimacy that soon
had sprung up between him and my
dear old friend.
On the evening in question, they were
busy over game of "tric-trac' | en-
tered softly 30 as not to disturb them,
waited until the game was over to pre-
sent my roses. Madame de Lorgerels
face frightened with genuine delight,
but, to my astonishment, Monsieur Des-
coudraies became most strangely alb
stracted and thoughtful.
"Would you believe il, my friend,' he
said at lergth. those flowers have evok-
ed, "a if by enchantment, whole epoch
of my youth. For few moments ! was
again twenty years Of age. and in love
Al ,xrt,
be fully sixty years old. | will tell you
the who'd story, one that influences my
whole after life-oven now, whom old
age has left me barely energy enough to
play iric-trac, the remembrance Of my
Youthful love fills me With emotion"
Over forty years ago, just after had
left college my father, without consult
me, sought TO obtain a post for me in a
certain regiment quarted in the little
town ok -, for which place | re-
ceived orders to depart at once. This
was distressing news for moie than one
reason; | had no special love for the
army, though that objection was no
great one, as at that time of my life the
mere sight ofa gay uniform, or the sound
of martial music, suificed to hre my am-
bition into becoming Caesar or an
Achilles. But, worst of all, J was in love
and dared not tell my father, whose an
swcr, knew, would have been an or
der Fastening my departure. Fortunate
lv had an uncle-and N'i.t an uncle!
At that time he was ls am now,
though still retaininga.l ,E5 vigor and
freshness of youth. He was the contidant
of our folles, debts, and aspirations. |
went 10 him:
Uncle, am most unhappy"
81 bet twenty louis you are not"
"Ah. uncle, do not jest-besides you
would lose your bet"
"IfI lose, pay. Perhaps that might
help to console you"
"No money has nothing to do with
nv wretchedness. Father has just ac-
cepted lieutenancy for me in the -
Regiment"
. "A misfortune, indeed. The uniform
is most becoming, and all the officers are
gentlemen"
"But, uncle, do not wish to be a
soldier"
"Not be soldier! Are you coward,
by chance?"
81 do not know, uncle; nevertheless,
| know you are the only man who might
dare doubt my courage"
"well, Cid, my boy, what is your OBJ
lection to the army?"
81 wish to marry"
"Nonsensew
Nonsense or no nonsense, | am in
love-"
"And you call that misfortune! l
wish l were in love myself. Who is
she?"
'Oh, unclel an angel"
"Of course: knew that before; they
always are angels. What | ask is TO what
name your angel answers when they call
herr"
Naomi"
'Humphl Naomi may be enough for
you; but would like to know to what
fanny this angel belongs"
"She is Miss Amelot."
Indeed Then she is truly an angel
, A tall, graceful brunette, with dark eyes,
soft as velvet. ] approve your choice"
"And if you but knew her''-
81 do know her. Does she love you?
Il do not know"
What not knowl You are unworthy
. Of me. At her house every evening, and
yet not know if she loves your
"shs does not even know Of my love-