New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1890-06-25
LETTY COLES.

on pressing the cool dark mold about
the roots of rose she has just repotted.
He knows the way to the rose garden,
I dare say"
This with mild sarcasm, for seven
days out of each week does Tony Tad
lock find his way at some hour or 9TH
er to the gardens at Rosemead.
':Letty Coles! Lefty Coles! Where
are you Lefty Coles?"
This time the happy young voice is
nearer; its owner has stopped at the
how hedge, and after leisurely survey
ing the sunlit garden, espied Lefty
dainty poised among her favorities, a
half mutinous, half mischievous look
On her dark brilliant face.
s.Ah, there you are in perfect
Extravaganza of roses blush, crimson,
yellow, white yourself the fairest.''
Don't be ridiculous, Tony" laughs
Mss Coles. But she adores her roses,
and is not offended at very trite COM
Rliment, since Tony gets it off. care
ehey not lovelyP" she continues, pick
ing withered leaf from the flower Just
potted.
4'Only see how well my Lefty Coles
Is doing" he says, clearing the little
gate with a bound, and coming to her
with bunch of her lovely, fragrant
Ramesakes in his hand. 81 transplant
ed them from Rosemead, you remem-
Der. They take very kindly to their
new soil, eh, Lefty Coles? What a
glorious rose it is, with its passionate
crimson heart! Somehow, I fancy if
that rose could feel, it would suffer far
more terribly than your Nephitos or
Perle DIES Jardins, with their pale
petals" .'..
ooh, don't!" cries Lefty Coles, with
o SILVER, in spite of the June sunshine
chat is rollicking about her in way to
sset cold at defiance; then she adds, with
:gelf-directed disgust, 'What nonsense!
i was about to get superstitious, and
goes on pottering among her roses.
His laughing eyes follow her grace
ful movements for a moment They
are nice eyes, those of Tony Tadlock's,
soft and gray, and overbrimming with
happiness this sweet June morning.
Now wonder if you can keep Sc
cret, Lefty Coles, a secret have come
all the way from Cupids towers to tell
you. [ am to be married-married,
lations first from your lips"
MARRIED." They are brave eyes
she raises to his, and yet time was
when Lefty Coles expected him to ride
over from Cupid's towers through the
beautiful golden fields with different
story for her ears.
There is moment Of silence after
that word, but during that moment so
much has died out Of her life that it
seems to her small century has passed
and she wonders that Tony has not
sired of standing there waiting for hert
speak. But moment is soon over,
She dead soon buried, and drawing off
the big dogskin gloves in which she al
ways gardens, she lays both hands
frankly in his and speaks the words he
is waiting to hear. Memory is strong
within her just now, cruelty strong;
it recalls the long sweet days that are
past, when such shadowy, transparent
excuses have brought Tony to Rose
mead; brace of birds, a lucky MINI
rod has brought down, a string Of shin
ing fish to testify to the success of
Izaac Walton's Jealous disciple, rare
cutting from the rose houses at Cupid's
towers, over the setting out of which
their hands had often met, for of course
Tony must assist, or how was he to
know if her work was well done?
Though, for the matter of that, it is al
open question whether or not he can
tell the difference between a cabbage
rose and tea rose, and he has been
detected in a sneaking preference
for the old York and Lancaster over all
the later varieties that have been propa-
gated.
How or when this easy friendship
WHICH has chara their relations
since childhood has grown into some
thing warmer with Lefty Coles the girl
herself does not know; but there it is
staring her boldly in the face, and
sending a sickening sense of pain
through every fiber, while Tony, all
unconscious of the feeling he has
awakened, proses on about his love-
'She is beautiful, Lefty Coles, this
dainty Perle DIES Jardins of mine, so
beautiful! And Cupid's towers is but
dreary place to which to bring her.
& You will come to see her often, will
you notp You will brighten up the
dull old life for her as neither mother
II uol Sciu w: AOu WILL UG d SlSGCE 10
her, Lefty Coles?"
So Lefty Coles promised; so Lefty
Coles sees him ride away on Gray
Eagle, the noble animal that has
brought him to her so often while she
stands idly at the garden gate, the
buster of Lefty Coles roses burning in
her hands. And she wonders, wonders,
wonders, in dull, benumbed way, if
It is true, if these crimson-heated flow
srs would suffer more than the golden
Perle des Jardins yonder; if this fair
foung love of Tony's could ever feel
This fierce gnaWing pain, if she should
lose Tony, that she, Lefty Coles, is
!, feeling now.
All, very fair, very young, is Tony's
love, Lefty Coles thinks, when she
makes the miserable little first call on
the bride that is expected of her. And
rail! The girls heart aches within
\ her at the sight of the delicate creature;
and by-and-by the old crones begin to
shake their heads, and talk about .sde-
elines, = and to ask each other if Vesta
Tadlock'S family is sconsuno ntive IT.