Mower County transcript. [volume] (Lansing, Minn.) 1868-1915, 1889-12-11

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and and laugh toward Lucy.
sz5 s'Ihis will be nice place for my
rose, 1 said Lucy to her father that even
Ing Ing = We made a little hollow right
h here in my own bed, so that the wind
cant blow the pot over; and then, too,
won't forget to water it when close be-
side my mignonette and heliotrope.
Three III sweet flowers all in q row Won't
It be lovely when the roses blossoms, for
! am am sure it will; and, mother, see! I
I; can 81 see IT the first thing in the morn
Ing right out9of my own window
:5 MIS- Carter sat on the porch knitting,
but her eyes followed fondly the slight
figure Of her child as Lucy ran around
from bed to bush, and the mother an
swered with gentle smiles the girls en-
thusiastic outbursts of delight in her
newest treasure. Mr.. Carter drove q
long stake down beside the new rose
and tied it securely while Lucy eagerly
watched every movement.
oh! am sure of blossom soon,
dear father, and what color do you sup
pose it will be? Pink or red, I hopel
We all like that color best, don't we?''
she asked, turning atfectionately to each
parent, while the pale face shone with
innocent delight and anticipation.
Then she picked large bunch of the
hardy roses which the modest garden
grew, and, sitting down beside her moth
er, began to arrange them.
when am little larger and strong
er-I am a good deal stronger than I
was, am I not, dear mothers" she inter
posed, sitting up very erect for the mo-
ment. Not waiting for an answer, she
went on breathlessly when am older
| am going to spend all my time grow
ing flowers. You'll give me more beds,
father, and I will SOW the seeds and
tend and water them, oh, so carefully!
LII have many, many roses out here in
the garden, and then in the winter I'll
have the tea and the hybrid roses, DR..
Packard's book tells about, in the house.
L can grow many of them from a few
roots which can buy for the first start,
you know. - y
s'Then I'll sell them and their bios
SONS. have heard ever so many people
say that they wished there was some
place in the village where flowers could
be bought, and Mrs. Browne, you know,
sent to Boston for roses for her
party. I could sell roses for such
things, and make up lovely bouquets.
Then I'll give all the money to
you, father, and help you pay Mr..
Browne the money you owe him. When
l had earned enough, perhaps, could
have little glass house, right here,
and then I could grow more flowers, and
we three would live together always in
this little house and be so happy, and
my roses would help you both. 1 am
sure my new rose will blossom, and
with it l. am going to begin helping
you.''
OLucy smiled to herself over the rose
empowered castle-in-Spain, and burying
her face in the cluster of roses, said,
with sigh of childish ecstacy: "They
are like glimpse of Heaven!'
The few hundred dollars, which
Lucys father had as yet been unable to
pay on their cottage, was source of
constant worry and trouble to both her
father and mother. Industrious and
saving, they had always been bur-
dened too heavily to succeed. Mar
row means had always been their
lot, and illness and grief their fire.
quent guests. From a little toddling
child Lucy had shown sweet thought
fulness for them, and had been compan-
ion and comforter in a measure far be-
yond her years. She was full of child
ish delights and games, yet the visions
of caring for her parents in the coming
years were often before her and made
her sedate and grave.
The summer days passed by quickly,
and Lucy's rose grew luxuriantly. The
tall stalks were covered with album
dant LEAKAGE, but there were no bios
SONS. But Lucy's faith and care did
not waver, AID when the frosty nights
of late October came her fake. trans
planted the rose into larger pot and
brought it into the house. Lucy daily
and tended it, and the rose
tree spread it's green leaves and drank
in the sunshine and the warmth all
through the snowy weather, but gave
no grateful response of bud or flower.
It's gentle care-taker did not thrive so.
A slight cold taken in early winter
could not be shaken off, The sorrowful
father and mother watched her daily
failing and slipping from their loving
grasp. The delicate flush on the cheek
deepened into a crimson, the white skin
grew yet winter, and the slender figure
dropped like flower. DR.. Packard Wis
tied the house daily, and sadly shook
his head. FL.
slack Of vitality, Joe. Nothing to
build on. Too much soul, too little
body. II can not save her,
But with Lucy DR.. Packard was al
ways jolly, and made her bedside merry
with jests and bright with flowers. She
confided to him her hopes, her faith in
her, rose and he' visions and plans, which
grew brighter as her own sweet life.
ebbed away. To please her, the doctor
drew rough plan Of little green
house and made out list of plants and
flowers for her 70 begin with.
The rose-tree stood in Lucy's room
and she spent hours gazing at its fresh
green boughs. With the doctors help
she cut off MANY slips and pleased her