Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1885-12-12
YELLOW ROSES.

This yellow rose tree brings story to my
mind.
One evening two years ago I went to
spend few hours with an old lady, anna
BILE witty and kind, who lives near me.
She is passionately fond of flowers, and
you could not conceive the delight 1 take
in making beautiful bouquets for or how
happy l am in her surprise when take a
flower that she does not know or which is
not common in the country.
Yesterday when l went in l found an old
gentleman with her who came into our
neighborhood a year ago to take possession
of large estate which was left him by a
distant relative on condition that he should
take with the property the name of its for
mer owner He is called, accordingly, NJ.
DeScoudraies.
He sought an introduction TO my old
friend, and | soon had reason to be jealous
Of his attentions to her; they formed a
friendship for each other and spent almost
all their evenings together playing trictrac.
l saluted them quietly in order not to in
terrupt their game. aud then, when it was
ended, offered Nine Lorgerel bouquet
Of yellow roses which | had bought.
My roses were very beautiful, although
the excessive rains of that year had caused
the yellow roses to bloom imperfectly ;
mine, sheltered by the projection of a roof,
were perhaps the only perfectly expanded
ones in the neighborhood. NJ me Lorgerel
uttered EXPLANATIONS of delight over the
beautiful bouquet.
NJ Descoudraies said nothing. but ap-
peared preoccupied. ! remarked this with
surprise, not understanding the mysterious
influence of my yellow roses but NJ me
Lorgerel soon spoke of something else, and
L thought must have been mistaken.
As for NJ. Descoudraies, be began to
laugh and said:
Would you believe that this bouquet
has recalled, as by an operation of magic, a
whole epoch of my youth?
During the last five minutes | have
been but 20 years old; within five minutes
l have fallen in love anew with a woman
who must now be go years old, if she is still
living. / must tell you this story; it con-
cerned circumstance that has had great
influence over my whole life and whose
memory, even to-day, when my blood has
only ust warmth enough to continue life
and play trictrac, does not fail to move me
in an extraordinary manner.
&c was 20 years old little more than
forty years ago. / had only just come from
college, where young men spent more time
then than in these days. After having
ripely considered for me and without my
aid the choice of q vacation, my father an
nounced to me one morning that he had
obtained for me lieutenancy in the regi-
ment Of, quartered in a city of Au-
vergne, and babe me hold myself in readi-
ness TO set out on the third day.
" | was somewhat disturbed for several
reasons. In the first place l did not like a
military life, but that would have been an
objection easily overcome; the sight of a
rich uniform, few ambitious phrases, 4
little music would have easily made OF me
an Achilles or Cesar.
I" But ! was in love.
4" would not for anything in the world
have ventured to mention this 10 my faith
er. His sole response to such confidence
would have been an order to depart that
very night. But had an uncle. Such an
unclei
q" He was a man then of my present age
but he had remained young, not toward
himself, indeed, for never did an old man
renounce with a better grace Satan. his
pomps and his deeds, but toward others.
He loved young people, he understood
them without being jealous of them. lie
did not believe that his iniirmities were
progress nor his old age necessarily wis
uOln IHIOuSli HIS hlHuueSS Vi LedfL anu
his reason he lived in the happiness of
others. He was found sharer in all the
generous follies, all the noble foolishness of
youth he was the confident and protector
of all love affairs, debts and hopeful plans
/ went to him and said to him Uncle,
am very unhappy
= wager twenty louis that you are not,
said he
All uncle, do not joke. Besides, you
would lose.
If lose will pay perhaps that will
help to comfort you
90 No. uncle; money has nothing to do
with my trouble
"'Tell me about it
My father has just announced to me
that am Lieutenant in the regiment Of
80 A splendid misfortune The hand
soonest uniform possible, and the officers
are all gentlemen
8" But, uncle, l do not wish to be a
soldier
80 What! You do not wish to be a
soldier? Can 1t be that you are not brave p
5" do not know yet; but you are the
only one in the world whom l allow to ask
me such a question:
Well then, Cid, my dear fellow, why
do you not want to be a soldier
Well, uncle, it is because | want to
marry.
Z" Oh"
There is no oh in the matter; am in
love.
a. Is that what you call unhappiness,
you ingrate2 only wish were in love
myself. And who is the object of your
tender hame2'
All, uncle she is an angel
Yes, l know; it is always an angel.
Later on you will love a woman better
But to what human name, in short, does
this angel answer?
They call for Naomi
That is not what am asking. Naomi
Is for yourself Moreover, it is a pretty
name. But for me, who wants to know
who the angel is, to what family she be-
longs; the family name is the essential
thing.
1t is Mile Amelot, uncle.
Indeed That is far better than an
angel. She is brunette, tall and slender,
with dark, yelvety eyes. / do not disap-
prove the object.
All, uncle if you only knew her heart
''I know, understand-and does she
pay you back in kind? as they used 10 say.
Is that what you young folks call it nova
days
That, uncle, do not know
What! Not know Ny unworthy
nephew. You have gone TO see her every
day and you do not even know whether
she loves YOU
50 She does not even know, uncle, that
love her
Oh you are mistaken as to that. my
handsome nephew; you Know nothing at
all about that. She knew it at least quar-
ter Of an hour before you knew it yourself
All I know is that shall kill myself
unless can have her.