News and citizen. [volume] (Morrisville, Vt. ;) 1881-current, 1888-07-12

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life is worried out of you by your
neighbors who won't trouble themselves
to cultivate roses, and seem to think
you ought to be glad to provide them
with the ragest blossoms.
am very careful to keep my premise
locked, Lut as we are late risers and as
Clarchen came very early, I was obliged
to give her key to the gate, that she
might let herself in without waking US.
Fer a week all went on smoothly
Clarchen, if not a capable servant, was a
good-natured one, and my wife thought
she was improving.
One morning going into my garden, l
found my Marechale Mel despoiled of
some of it's choicest blossoms. One
magnificent cluster of eight enormous
roses l had been watching for several
days was gone.
''Jeanne, cried out excitedly to my
daughter, who was at her window, I'd d
you cut my Marechale Niels."
I'm astonished at you, papa" she
answered, tossing her head. ''Do you
think 1 would StsrL your old flowers,
when you refused me a single rose the
other day! I've too much pride for
IL att
"Oh, and dey vas so heavenly lofely :"
the garden when she heard my voice,
and stood there, her hands raised in con-
sternation:
81 count dem yesterday. One, two,
tree, yes eight big rosen, Ach HimsneJ!
who took dem rosen2"
Somebody's climbed over the fence,
John, and helped themselves" my wife
said, dryly. l think she really enjoyed
my trouble. eyes, and it won't be Your
last loss, and, perhaps, you'll learn after
a while that you'd better give your
flowers to he used by your family, than
to leave them for thieves"
l didn't dare tell my wife how many
of my fine roses l missed that morning,
for | knew that precious little sympathy
l would get from her. But it was heart
rending to 90 from one bush to another
to find my finest blooms gone. The thief
evidently had picked and chosen with
full knowledge of the rarest varieties.
Clarchen groaned and nearly wept
over my losses, and suggested that l
should put broken bottles on the top of
my wall But l had one cOmfortl My
William Allen Richardson was gorgeous
that morning, and 1 actually lost the
acute pain of my losses, in gazing at my
golden treasure. My Aurora | called it,
and in my heart worshipped the beau
tiful thing.
/ think | must have dreamed of it that
night, for l rose earlier than usual the
next morning, and hurried to the spot
Was l dreaming! l rubbed my eyes,
md gaZed lntently at rose bush with
put single bloom, torn and ravaged as
# cyclone had passed over it. That
could not be my William Allen Rich
irdson without flower or even a single
bud? 1 sat fat on the ground, and
buried my face in my hands, and there
ny wife found me. She did not jeer as
usual, but looked really uneasy.
''It isn't the loss of your flowers that
troubles me, )" she explained. ''You de-
serve to loose them, John, but if a thief
,au come in and out of your premises in
his way, he won't stop at flowers. 1
expect to wake up some morning and
ind house and kitchen robbed. You'd
better 60 to the police station and see
Ibout the matter"
1 had not the least appetite for my
breakfast that morning, and Immediately
lfterward set off for the police station.
Clarchen complained that morning of
being i'll, and said she would go ,me
md lie down for an hour. The loss of
he flowers had gwen her a nervous
headache.
On the way to the station, I passed
trough the L market, and stopped
before some of the flower sta Is. !
Suddenly | came to a table, and an
lectric shock passed through me, when /
saw it piled with fresh, beautiful
ouquets of the William Allen Richard /
on. Now l knew positively there was
ot another rose of that kind in the .
tate, but the one owned. Those were !
ny flowers, l could swear to them.
'Where you get those rosesE" I /
numbered, bringing my fist so violently .
Town on the table, that the big, black /
BEARDED GascOn standing behind it
tarted.
''Vot for you askee me dat?' he cried,
ngrily. 'You drunk, man? I get my /
Oses we're gets 'em. Go away or call /
e pleeceman."
you're a thief, cried, furiously;
a miserable, contemplate thief! Those
'ses are minel l can swear to them.
GU stole them from me last night"
The big Gascon sprang to his feet.
''Gou say l t'ief, he yelled. 'Sacre
'nnerre" and the next moment thun-
erbolt indeed struck me, and | was
Dubbed up against the stall of an Irish
oman, who punched me in the back,
nd yelled for police at the top of her
lungs. But the Gascon wasn't
With
led up he struck me another blow in
lie right eye.
| had never fought since I was a bow,
nd have always looked upon brawls as
bnt was too furious to re-
Iember anything. | struck out wildly,
ut the man, who was q professional
oxer, just played upon me with his
SITS until he had me down again, and
eing very stout l stayed down. until
policeman marched us
9th off for fighting and disturbing the
eace. As Twas limping along we met
an old friend and a deacon
1 the church as well as myself.
why, good gracious, Elliot, can that
e HOU? he exclaimed. ':What on earth
) the matter?"
''Well, my roses were stolen last night
Y that fellow" pointing to the Gascon,
Tho ground his teeth and shook his fist
t me. ''And when I accused him, he
itched into me-
"And left you a wreck" Henderson
our harmless, innocent flowers have
rought you to grief. Told you it
yoaldn't do to set your heart on them.
Veil, I'll go along. Those folks all
now me-police officers, magistrates
nd the whole lot of EN-. They'll have
} take my word that you are respecta-
lie citizen, for upon my word, Elliot,
18th your mashed hat ana torn coat and
altered visage, you're about as dis
equitable looking yagabond as | ever
anne across" And then he laughed
gain in a very undignifed manner.
When we came before the magistrate,
~ Gascon was willing enough to tell all
e knew. He bought the flowers from
erman named Heinrich, man who
ept a small flower garden in the suburbs
the city. He had dealt with him for
year, and had no reason to suppose he
nd stolen any of them. Yes, the man
as married. His wife often brought
lie flowers. In ia t, she had brought
m the William Allen Richardson that
Try morning, and hnggled over the
ce. She wanted dollar apiece for
em.
My heart sank into my boots at this
My sympathetic Clarchen,
y fower-lovcr, my refined domestic was
e serpent in my garden Of Eden. A
W questions brought a description of
&c WON IN, aad there was no LONGER
Om for doubt