St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1891-08-31

for was allus properly brought up
'Hetty.' says. fancy mother saying
that about the blue bag!'
Yes, fancy! says Hetty, laughin'-
an she snuffs out the candle with 'er
fingers an jumps into bed. L amt
goin' to ave my blue roses run down
either. Why. Pm a-goin' to take the
my wonderful blue rosesI
AN, sure enough, she told Parson
the very next day as she would try for
the prize at the flower show.
lit was just about that time she took
up with George Winstead. Yes, i'm as
come to be your grandfather instead, an
is lynn in his grave at Long Mailing
this twenty good years. Well, they
KEEP company together, an every one
was willin', for he was godly young
man an taught III Sunday school,
an had good hopes OF his
unele's business, which it was
corn chambers in Medstone,
an she was well-lookin' girl
enough for all her red hair. which was
made fun of then, though | hear it's all
the rage nowadays. l never see a girl
so took up with chap as she was with
him. She give up curlin' 'er air be-
cause he liked it PLAIN, an she took to
ICdulu tIlG ulUl6 oil Odj III lOi pay CID
Qike I'd allus done, and she'd alIns
laughed at me afore for it, Why, Eve
seen her kneel there over alf an hour,
and then get outer bed again when she
thought l was asleep and kneel
down on the bare boards by
the winder an cry an pray an
say George, George an pray again.
not out loud, but so as l could 'ear FER.
Not proper prayers she didn't say like
people gets taught, but things outer 'er
own 'ead, an the same things over an
over, till useter say:
"'Come along ter bed, Hetty, do, for
gracious sakes. You'll catch your death
o. cold on them boards, an Pm adrop-
PIN with Sleep
''Well, as flower-show day came near
er an nearer, she grew stupider an
stupider, an more an more given to
prayin', an used to be all for goin' off
by herself and leavin eyerythin' to me,
even to maxim our dresses for the flow
er show and lookin' after them roses
what was to take the prize. did it ali.
a. course-I was allus called a good
natured girl-and the dresses they
looked very lovely. and the
roses was bluer than ever, in
stead o. being a pearly white or blush
pink, like they should ha' been by rights.
An Hetty she prayed an cried O nights
till | wonder ever got wink O. sleep,
an OF day she'd laugh till she nearly
cried again. Well, foWershoW day
come, an we lad our new sprIgged
printS-gOWnS was wore short in the
waist then-an' Retty she looked like a
ghost in hers, but they did say mine
became me wonderful.
Islt uyaS n OponfifuI daV / rPmPpl her
very sunny an bright, an you was glad
to walk the shady side O the way that
day, can tell you. Very hot it was in
the big barn where the flower show was.
Twas all done up fine with flags an
wreaths an all sorts, an it was that hot
the flowers was most wilted afOre it
come time for the prizes. An every
one was wipin' their faces with their
'andkerchers, an saying there hadn't
been such day this twenty year.
"When it come time for the prizes we
was all settln' OH forms packed close
like herr'ns. Mother was there, of
course, an George an his friends. an
Hetty sat nexter me, an George-thaSs
your gran father, was settin' the other
side of her. An she KEEP edgin' away
from him an gettin' close to me. an
crushin' my new print, not to mention
Ter own. an she KEEP on 'oldln' my
'and that tight l didn' know low to bear
myself, an l never saw bonnet with
pink ribbons look worse Oh any young
woman than it did on her. Mine always
suited me. | lad it done up with blue
the year | was married.
Presently it came to roses. The barn
was full-all the gentry an the parsOn
an his friends an the grocers an peo-
pie with carts 'ad come from far IAN
near.
well, the gentleman what was CIV
ing out who had got prizes, he takes up
the bunch O. blue roses I'D done done
'em up nicely with white ribbon, for
Hetty was in one of her queer fits an
wouldn't touch 'em), an he says
"Hetty Martini"
.'Hetty jumped on her feet. / felt
what she was a-goln' to do, an L tried to
hold her down, but no. She shook her
arm clear o. me, an she called out in a
kind O. sharp shrieky voice as you could
a heard mile off:
g Don't you go for to give me no
prlzes,' she says. It's all a lie-them
hit tit was the blue bag. l never
meant to tell, but l can't a-bear it.
made 'em up blue--an' done it myself
an don't care who knows it. Therep
Eyes, my dears-well may you look!
She spoke up like that-she did, indeed
-afore all that harmful! L never see
such a CELL. Why, | wouldn't never
even a. thought O. such thing, let lone
dom it. DiSgraceful. l call it-a CELL
putin 'erself forward afore folks like
that!
you could a. heard pin drop, as the
sayin' is, the place was that quiet, for
full 'arf a minute. My 'eart was In my
mouth. and for that 'arf minute l didn't
know what she'd say next.
The silly CELL! Why, two whole
summers we'd blued them roses, an no
one never know'd, an no one wouldn't
never a. known. We useter do it of a
mOrnin' early. afore mother come down.
Hetty an me we useter creep down in
our stocking feet, SOS not to make
and opened the house we'd run around
to the rose tree an look if there was
any more buds out, an Hetty
'ud say: Here's another, Addie,' an
Pd say, All right, Hetty,' we'll ave
i'm an I'd rub the blue bag round 1t
once or twice, an when it rained the
blue soaked i'll more, an the wet would
seem to take it right into the roses
heart. An as the rose opened it would
be all blue-from US having blued the
edges. An to think we might a gone
on an on, an took all the prizes at the
flower shows! hate fool.
''Well. that day in the barn 1t lasted
that kinder quiet like as if we was in
church-it lasted for full 'arf minute,
an it seemed like twenty-an' then
there come buzz. buzz, like whole
bench O. bees when boy throws an
apple at 'em-an' Hetty, she says OH
quite soft and Observation-Disclosures we'll
she might beam then, afore any one
could say a word to Ter, she was off,
through the big barn door, like rabbit
with the dogs arter it.
"The ole gentleman what give the
prizes. he said he'd 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
pheno-' suthin' or other"
''And Hetty didn't tell of you, Mrs.
Minver?"
"Oh! no, my dear. With all her faults,
Hetty was never that sort O. girl"
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