The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1891-09-17

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When I sm older am going TO spend all
nv time growing flowers fooil e've me
more beds. father. and viii sov the seeds
and tend and water them, oh. 90 careiu 'iyl
IN have many. many roses ont hare 10 ihe
garden, and then 10 the winter III have
the tea aud hybrid roses DR. Psckards
book tells about in the house. can eios
many Of them from lev roots which
can buy for the FRS, start. you know.
Then III sell them and their blossoms.l
have heard ever SO many people say that
they wished there was seme place IN the
village where flowers could be bought. and
Mrs. Browne. you know, seut TO Boston
for roses Tor her party. could sell roses
for such things and mske mp lovely boz
austs. Then III give ell the money TO
YOU. father, and help pay Mr., Brown the
money you owe him. When have earn
ca enough. perhaps eouf have a little
glass bonse here, aud then ! could grow
more a SeIs. aud We three would live toe
eether always ~ this little house aud be
so happy. aud ny roees would help yon
both. I'm sm sure my new rose viii bios
som. and with 1t | am going 10 begin
helping you
Lucy smiled 10 herself over the rose
endowed castle TO Spain, and huryihg her
face 10 the cluster OF roses said with q
sigh Of childish ecstacy: They are lisea
glimpse Of heavenl
The few hundred dollars which Lucys
father had as yet been unable to pay on
their cottage were q source oil constant
worry and trouble TO both her father and
mother. Industrious sud saving. they bad
always been burdened too heavily to sue
ceed. Narrow means had always been
their lot, and illness and grief the ire
ouent guests From toddling child Lucy
had shown a sweet thoughtfulness for
them. and had been companion and com
for, in a measured far beyond ber years.
She was full of childish delights and
games, yet the visions OF caring for her
parents in the coming years were often be
fore her and made her sedate and grave.
The summer days passed quickly, and
Lucy 8 rose grew luxuriously. The tall
stalks we're not covered with abundant
blossoms. But Lucy's faith and care did
not waver, and when the frosty nights OF
last October came her father transplanted
the rope into larger pot and brought 1t
;pto the house Lucy daily watched and
tended it. and the rose tree spread ils
green leaves and drank 10 the Sunshine
and warmth all through the snowy wealth.
er, but gave no grateful response OF bud
or flower.
Its gentle caretaker did not thrive so. A
slight cold taken es-ly in the winter could
not be shaken off. The sorrowful father
and mother watched her daily failing aud
slipping from their loving grasp. The
delicate flush on the cheek ,deepened into
a crimson, the white skin grew yet whittier
and the slender figure dropped like fad
ed flower. DIR. Packard visited the hor e
daily aud sadly shood his head.
Lpck OF vitality Joe. Nothing to build
on. Too much soul too lrtle) body. IL
cannot save her.
But with Lucy. Dr. Packard was always
Jolly end mode her bedside merry with
tests and bright with flowers. She confid
ed to him her hopes. her faith in her rose,
her visions and plans. which grew lighter
as her own sweet life ebbed away. Toplesse
her the doctor drew a rough plsn OF .
little greenhouse aud made out list OF
plants and flowers for her to begin with.
The rose tree stood in Lucy's room, and
she spent hours gazing at it's fresh, green
bougbs. With the doc.Jr's help she cut
of many slips aud pleased herself trying
TO root them 10 toxes of sand calling them
her roses little children.
Slowly hut surely the eud came. 1t was
warm May morulng TIE chamber WIS
tiled With tue song Of birds sud the per-
iume Of the apple blosst ms haated IN at
the window. A light bret 70 iluitered the
leaves Of the rose tree. Suddeuly Lucy
rose up, exclaimine: Oh, iitbefl On,
motheri Seel See the roses Red blossoms
on my own rose! My beautiful rosel A
slight gasp followed, and the sobbing par
ents knew that the soul OF their child had
blossomtd into i'm mortal beauty.
After Lucy 3 death life in the cottsge
was outwardy the same. Wesrily the
father went to bis work, more bent and
grave in bis aspect. Silently the mother
performed her household tasks. and to-
ge.her they spent the summer evenings 10
the garden The flowers their child had
loved we're remenl red one by one; but
the barren rose received the tendetest cpre
II was as luxuriaut ss ever. but had ceas'
ed growing almost entirely, while tue
rose's childrtn. the cuttings Lucy bad
planted TOOK vigorous root, and grew &c
rapidly that they bsde fair to ousstfip the
mother plant
The sniumn came al last, and the roses
were tgain shelttfed ip the house. Nc
promise Of bulls was given. but the lonely
ia her and mother ccnll not part with
their child's Iose.
One evening early in the summer oi The
next year, the father said With trembling
! lips: Look buds on onr Lncys ross
Slowly The buds gre~. aud when st leps'h
the perf-c, roe nnfolded. What glorious
one /, vas Deep. dark red, With leaves
like vel,e, and magnificent 10 sizs and
fragrance. Bu, after buds sppesred, ,un'i
the rose tree was covered 10 radiint beau
twas il tile love and care thst hsd beer
bestowed on 4, bad turned inso gar
land.