The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1891-09-17
THE STORY OF A ROSE.

about among his flowers. cn.,ing huge
+ boqutt These be gave the eulprit. ei'
claiming with ,qsal sternness Take that
home aud pnt j, into wsiei Qniok
stit your heeisl Tbeu be stood upon the
s,eps, ehuekling to himself TO see the bare
/ legs OF the frightened nrehin fy mp the
street.
This garden was DR. Pscssrd's latest
playtbing aud pride No fuu 10 enltivst
| log good ground; nothing TO doetorI be
had said when be blasted out the strAegly
worthless, limestone ledge. cropping out 10
bi. Office door yard. filled 10 rich soil and
m .de the ledge gay With vigorous. blooms
| ing flowers Roses aud lilies, pansies and
/ fucLsias. feyrrfews aud hollyhocks, eersni
urns aud htliotropes. phloxes Nud sweet
xilliams. veFbenas aud csrnaiioos' morn
/ Ing elofies climbing over tie door Of bis
Chloe, Sod sweet peas aud nastnrtlums
wiudinp 10 aud out on the low fence AL
responded to bis cate aud biossomed with
A peli. ction and su abundance rarely
seen. Nature was in her most grateful
i mood.
Here il was his delight to stsrtle and to
reward the children who we're drawn to
the spot by their lova OF flowers. de
would rise up unexpectedly from behind
the hedge OF vines and demand. in awful
tones Does your mother like plantsf
Well, take her that, you scamp. giving the
boy o oiak or geranium or fuchsIa, aud
adding, 10 still sharper, gvufler tones, and
STE to il that You bring back the potl IL
the boy was not too frightened and did not
run away leaving the pot on the door step
his courage WAS rewarded With yet another
plant.
One day in June. the doctor was out
waking up and down his garden paths
pulling up weed here, picking oil faded
blossom there and looking With keen pleas
ure at many a lovely flower, Glancing up
suddenly from bis bed OF perpetual roses,
be saw young girl looking wistfully over
| the fence.
What flowers do you like best. my childp
be asked, with curious change from bis
ueual brusque tones.
Oh, roses, sir, she answered. They are
the loveliest OF sll, think. We have
yellow Iose that climbs up to the caves OF
our ow house, and another white one that
comes up to my window. and many pink
ones out in the garden. But they live ont
all winter, and are not like those, she
said, nodding to the doctors roses.
Come 10 aud see them, said the doctor;
and go round oil yon like.
The Young girl thanked him and went
quietly around, touching some Of the flow
ers gently, daintily smelling the perfume
OF many and noticing each. But she stood
longer by the rose bed. The delicate color
came aud went in her cheeks, and her pref
ty blue eyes sbone with excitement and
delight.
DR.. Packard watched her silently, while
be went from bed to bed. cutting many
blossoms. These be gave to her. She
thanked him gravely but simply, while her
happy face spoke yet more eloquently. As
she turned to pass out the gate. the doctor
called her.
Wait moment. Here, take this rose
| grew it from seed. II won't blossom
for me, perhaps it will for you. Give it 3
good chance Let me see the flower when
it comes. And here's book, be continued
that will tell you how to feed 1t.
Turning to go again, the girl saw gray
haired, bent man on the other side OF the
street, walking slowly.
o iatherl she called. see what beautiful
flowers ! have, aud new rose, tool The
doctor gave them all to me.
Mr.. G. iers grave face lighted up as he
stepped across the street
Indeed they are bet uties, my child, The
doctor knew what would please you best,
Let me carry the rose for You, II will get
good care, sir, be added turning to DIR.
Packard.
This is your girl, Joe? asked the doc
tor
Yes, this is my Lucy. the last OF the siI
he answered, Q tender, sad smile crossing
bis worn features.
Bet set her out In the garden. Quite
too pale and thin man. Throw away ber
b. oasl Let her dig; let her make mud
pies agaiul Keep her out Of doors Lei
her come 10 only 10 eat aud sleep! said
DR.. Packard with 3 threatening scowl
quickly followed by nod and laugh to
ward Lucy,
This will be a nice place for my: roee
said Lucy to Der father, that evening I've
made little hollow right here in my owl
bed, so that the wind cant blow the poi
over. and then, too, wou't forget to wa
ter it when close beside my misnonettt
and heliouope. Three sweet flowers all il
rovi Won I ii be lovely when the ros.
blossoms, fol am snre il will, aud mother
seel | can see il the frs, thing in tb'
morning. night out Of ny own window.
Mrs. Carter ss, on the porch. knitting
but her eyes followed iondly the sliet
figure Of her child ss Lucy ran srou
from bed to bush. aud tho mother ansse
ed With gentle smiles the girls enthusiss
TIC o1,bursi of delight 10 her nese't irea
ne. Mr.. Carter droves long stake dow
beside the new rose and tied II securely
while Lncy eseerly watched every move
meat.
Ohi lam surs Of blossom coon. dss
father, sbd wb.t color DO yen suppose
will bef Pink or red, hope. red wiih
d.rl velvet heart We all like tbst colo
beet, don't vet che ssked, turning -hee