The Forrest City times., 1891-09-11

Tor full arf minute. My cart was Ill my mouth, and so for that 'arf min- ute didn't know what she'd say next.
 ''The 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 mornin' early afore mother came down. Hetty an me useter creep down in our stocking feet, so's not to make cutter, an afore we eraked out the fire or opened the house we'd run round to tho 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 i'm, an I'd rub the blue-bag round it once or twice. an when it rained 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 blucd the edges, An to think we might a' gone on, an took all the prizes at the flower showsl I hate a fool.
 Well, that day in the barn 1t last ed-that kinder quiet like as ii we was in Church--it lasted for full 'arf a min ute, an 1t seemed line 2O--au' then there come a buzz, buzz, like a whole bench O bees when a boy throws an apple at 'em--an' Hetty she says; 'Oh!' quite soft an frightened hke--as well as she might bean then. afore any one could say word to Ter, she was off through the big barn door, Ike a rabbit with the dogs arter it.
 The old gentleman what give the prizes, he said he know'd it all along but e 'adn't. for he'd drove over in his own carriage to see our blue roses, and called them curious nateral phe- ! no-' suthiu or other" And didn't Hetty tell of you, Mrs. Minver?"
 "Oh! no, my dear. With ali her faults, Hetty was never that sort O girl"
 And Mir. George?"
 "Oh! he come up that arternoon-I see him from our window by the pear tree-and Hetty she says Pm agoin' inter the orchard she says; If e wants me-but 1 don't t 1 think e will want me, says she. i He did want her though, an he | says to me
 You come along, Addie, an hear what I've got to say 1 We went out inter the cherry or l chard-all the cherries was gathered 1 though--an' Hetty was there, walkin' ! up and down like ferret as wants to | get out of it's hutch an can't An George he says:
 'Lookee here, Hetty;" he says, T don't wish no ill-feein', but you sec it's best for us to part. I'm sure if you set any store by me, you wouldn't t wish me to keep company with Q gell as could act a Twin lie, as parson says. 1 An Pm sure the lord wouldn't grant a blessin, an l wish you well an | good-by.
 "I never see a gell look so plain---for a rather good-looking gen-as Hetty swelled up with cryin' an she twisted her nose an mouth up like as If she was a-goin to begin again.
 Good by, George, says she. No. wouldn't wish it, George, she says. not if you don't, dear George 1 An with that she walked away very quiet, an George he stood quiet still, not looking at anythin' for a minute or two, an then he give a sor- ter shrug an a sorter sigh, an he went of by the lower gate without as | much as a Good day to you.
 When tea-time came, mother she says
 " Enough said about bit O gell' s 1 nonsense; an she ups the stairs to Hetty, and she says at the door
 Come down to tea, my gell."
 "An' Hetty she says
 Don't want no tea, aunt
 "An' mother she goes in, an tn ,re' s Hetty lyin' face on the bed, an mot h.. CT she say
 Come, child, it's no use a-grislin over split milk an arter al--
 "A fault ats owned
 Is art atoned.
 Come along down an let's say no more about 1t.
 But Hetty she says (Iwas atop O the stairs an Iheard her)--
 1t a int no use, ant she says, 'an' you've been $ good 8 mother to me, an 1 thank you an loves you that l 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 mornn when woke up Hetty was gone, and we never seed her again"
 "Gone? Where to-" I 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 victuas as a young man should; but l allus spoke him civil, an when we wes alone said, Poor Georgel an Wasn't 1t hard when you was fond of person to have em own up liar quito shameless afore parson an ali" An he said, Yes, twas cruel hard 1 An next year We was married, George an me-
 And suppose you never told him you had helped to blue the roses7
 My dear! Now how could 1? an him that perticklerl"--Longman.p F Magazine,
 l Presence of Mind.