The Lamar register., 1891-09-05

my mouth, and SO for that 'arf a min
ute didn't know what she'd say
next
"rhe silly gell Why, two whole
summers we'd blued them roses, and
no one never know'd, an no one
wouldn't never a. known. We useter
doit OF a mornin' early afore mother
came down. Hetty an me useter creep
oown In our stocking feet, SOS not to
make cutter, an afore we raked out
the fire or opened the house we'd run
round to the rose-tree and look if there
was any more buds out; an Hetty 'ud
say, Here's another Addie' an I'd
say, All right, Hetty, we'll 'av 'im,'
an I'd rub the blue-bag round it once
or twice, an when it raned the blue
soaked in more, an the wet would
seem to take it right into tine roses
hearts. An as the roses opened it
would be all blue-from us having
biued the edges, An to think we
might a gone on, an took all the
prizes at the flower showsl l hate
fool.
well, that day in the barn it last
ed-that kinder quiet like as if we was
IN church-it lasted for full 'arf n min
ute, an it seemed lihe 2O-an' then
there come buzz, buzz, like a whole
bench o bees when boy throws an
apple at 'em--an' Hetty she says:'Ohp
quite soft an frightened like-as well
as she might bean then, afore any
one could say word to 'er she was
OIL through the big barn door, like a
rabbit with the dogs arter it.
The old gentleman what give the
prizes, he said he know'd it all along
but e admit, for he'd drove over in
his own carriage to see our blue roses,
and called them curious material phe-
no suthiu' or other"
'And didn't Hetty tell of you. Mrs.
SfinverY"
"ohl no, my dear. With all her
girl"
and Mr.. George?"
"Ohl he come up that arternoon-I
see him from our window by the pear
tree-and Hetty she says
I'm agon inter the orchard she
says; III e wants me-hut | don't
think e will want me, says she.
"Ee did want her though, an he
says to me
"Nou come along, Addie, an hear
what I've got to say
I'VE went out inter the cherry or
chnrd-all the cherries was gathered
thou2h-an Hetty was there, walkin'
upand down like a ferret as wants to
get out OF its hutch an can't. An
George, he says;
'Lookec here, Hetty;' he says, Il
don't wish no ill-feelin', but you see
it's best for us to part. Pm sure II
you set any store by me, you wouldu' Z
wish me to keep company with a CELL
as could act Twin lie, as parson saws.
An I'm sure the lord wouldn't grant
a bles=in', an wish you well an
| good-by'
Il never see a sell look so plain-for
q rather eoodlooking gell-as Hetty
did then, Tor her eyes was all red an
swelled up with cryiu' an she twisted
her nose an mouth up like as il she
was a-guin to begin agnin.
"Good-by, George, says she No,
wouldn't wish it, George, she SAYS,
not ii you don't, dear George
AN with that she walked away
very quiet, an George he stood quiet
still, not looking at Auythin for a
minute or two, an then he give a sor-
ter shrug an sorter sigh, an he
went OIL by the lower gate without as
much as "a 'Good-day to you.
when tea-time came, mother she
says
Q AaNbAl-lA Htti3A iRouL u bAL o Etll )
nonsense; an she ups the stairs to
Hetty. and she saysHt the door
Come down TO tea, my gell."
"Au' Hctty she says
'"Don't want no tea. aunt
"An' mother she goes in, an tn .re's
Hetty lyin' face on the bed, an moth
ershe say
| Come, child. IT'S no use a-grislin'
over split milk; an arter all
a n-ult' ats owned
Is Arf atOned'
Come along down an let's say no
more about II
''But Hetty she says Qwas atop o.
the stairs an heard herr
1T int no use, ant, she says.
'an' you've been s good s another to
me, an ] thank YOU an loves YOU
that / do But nothin's no good now.
You let me be, there's dear auntie
"An mother she left her, just "A
sayin'-
Don't you take on bout George,
now He'll come round
An next mornin' when | woke up
Hetty was gone, and we never seed
her again.
"Gone? Where to-" asked.
ITO Medstone first, an then to
London; an mother couldn't never
ear come OF 'er-but | did ear she
come to no good.
"And GeorGe2"
''Well, George he took on for bit,
an didn't take to his victuals as n
young man should; but allus spoke
! him civil, an when we wes alone
said, Poor Georgep an Wasn't it
hard when you was fond of a person
to have EN- own up a liar quite
shameless afore parson an ALL"
An he said, Yes, twas cruel hard.
An next year We was married,
George an me-
"And | suppose you never told him
you had helped to blue the roses?
"My dear! Now how could 1? an
him that perticklerl"-Longman,s $
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