Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1888-02-11
Red Roses.
BY sALLlE A. SMITH.


Look up, sweet Josephinel here is
bouquet of your fayorite flowers, they
are much more worthy of your atten-
ton than the spray you have wrought
so finely on that dainty satin"
The speaker was n tall. rather noble
looking man, with regular features and
large gray eyes. He was smiling now.
showing glitterins white teeth beneath
The dark monstache. In his hand he
held bunch of beautiful crimson
'oses fragrant and dowy. as if just
'lucked from some country garden,
shere the glory of the golden sunshine
rad chance to kiss the flowers into
ull perfection.
The young girl bending over her en-
5roidery, was very sweet and lovely,
as she raised her blue eyes-that re-
minded You of the azure of the sky or
The hue of forget-me-nots-on could
see that love. for the giyer of the flow
srs beamed from the tell-tale orbs. and
that although her life thus far had
been one long. childish dream, her en-
gagement to her cousin Albert had sob
cred her a little and caused her to
think more gravely of the future
Sitting in the low chair at the win
dow. with the curtains of crimson silk
and lilmy lace falling around her, she
made Il perfect picture, dressed in
white, with no ornaments save one
blood-red rose in the lace at her throat,
The rose taken from the bouquet in her
hand. Her face was full of bloom.
and in the soft eyes and on the full
tremulous lips rested smile of per-
feet happiness.
you are very kind. Albert. with all
the many duties you have to perform
rs head clerk with Palmer and Potter.
to think OF poor little ME, aud to spend
your hard earned money on these lux
uries, pointing to the flowers in her
hand aud in her bosom. 81 shall not
allow such extravaganza" said the
young girl, rs she gazed with loving
., es on the g.yer and gift you know
shall soon be of age, then my guar
dian will give into my keeping the fort
une left me by my parents, and |, being
mistress of nv wealth, can then assist
you and return the many fayors YOU
have conferred on me, while / have
been in bondage" aud laughing merr-
", the maiden pretended not to notice
the grave countenance of her lover. as
he listened il silence to her merry chat
ter.
The summer sunshine fell In a golden
shower over the betrothed ones, the
summer breezes stirred the siIken tres
ses of the girl rs she stood at the open
window. while her companion. putting
bis arm around her waist aud drawing
her towards him. kissed her white fore
head. The blue veined lids dropped
over the violet eyes, and the long lash
es swept her crimson cheek, and some
of the rosebuds fell from her hand. AL
bert picked up a rose he had seen the
girl press to her lips, and saying with
light laugh ito be kept in remem-
brance of this day''-he enclosed the
velvet leaves in a small blank book,
putting it in his pocket. He little
dreamed OF the events that would hap
pen ere he looked again upon the pref
b. flower,
'And now dear, want you to give
me "a few moments of your attention.
have something to tell you. In one
way it is good news, in another very
bad. came on purpose to talk over
the matter with your guardian and
yourself, but remember, darling, my
mind is made up. / shall not change,
so spare me tears and signs"
Josephine's sweet face became
glOnded, and the red lips trembled rs
she replied:
''Of course. Albert. if you are deter
miDei beforehand 10 have your own
way cannot prevent you--but surely
sou will do nothing to make me IN
happyP
mo. dear, do not wish to cause
you any tronble. look to the future;
the present may seem dark. but fe W
wears will, trust, cast all shadows
from our pathway. but / will be mys-
terious no longer Your guardian is
coming up the avenue. Run dear, and
tell h m | wish to see him.
Mr. Graham was a fine looking man
of forty or Whereabouts. but frown
hisiigured his face, dnd his dark eyes
flashed in anger as he bowed with great
d On ty to the lover of his ward.
mo doubt you think strangely of
nv appearances here. Mr. Graham, said
Albert, noting the naughty air and
elOuded countenanee OF the man before
h IN. II should not have intruded
where / feel | am not welcome on ac-
count Uf m poverty" and the ghost
Of SIN lie fitted around his lips. "but