The Lamar register., 1891-09-05
|BLUE ROSE.

s-honest as the day, as
an' well brought up, il he
easy to live with-an'
Be- truth, an that per
ID it 'adn't n bin for i'm
r,ickler, you CELLS would
aired woman to your
ID o me-
Int round the tea-table.
] grandchildren nodded,
/ me-you know thelook
n story in the air and
ed to ask for it. But /
It was my first visit to
&c. Lottie Minver and !
irving our time with Miss
les ct Robes, and l was
d woman" Mrs. Minver
that would a been a
counts, for e was a fine
Z see, an me bein' no slip
sons all measured over
pt-an all bin measured
and looked out through
pr nt the narrow strip of
where scarlet runners
and reluctant sunilowers
axed to grow. We were
b the kitchen. Tho table
with brown ojiCloth- The
bite with mauve spots,
for tea and Wrinkles,
rs Sunday.
ban e was TO be sure" she
That's 'is portrait As
right o. tho parior chim-
1st over the crockcry lamp
lra give ne the very last
Dr the Lord took 'eF. A
a man he was, my dears,
sought after. bat mighty
An 50 e married me.
yer smcothsd her black al
b comp.arcntly
as if about the royl-haircd
/ asked.
a tale. an l. Just shows
q eell should be when she's
|ndcd interesting.
BE- the tale" urred.
nothin much TO teli," said
bnr sne settled herself
cushions OF her Windsor
s.rokcd her left mitten With
lnd IN a way that promis-
granny, tel Lily about the
,r tongue thou. tin / can set
! helcewnys' Blue roses in
i.,u a story aiore it's begun!
must know, young lady, as
nghi up ia the country-a
.attsh apple ! was, my man
Our home was in Kent,
ong the cherry orchards We
iittle orchard ourscls an
% was a wooden 'ouse, all
loards-like. not bricks like
IN ere. An there was n big
us went all up one side OF
one branch right and one
like, for all the world ike a
Ne useter pick the pears
bedroom winder, me and
j Hetty did. Jnrgonels they
sight sweeter than any as
arket nowadays.
rden it wasn't much ofa one
ut for ilowers-therei il was
uoral-cram full il was-all
ks an panzies, an lilies,
'ermine, an sweet willies, an
r., and spring flowers which
lrites outer all the flowers.
are spring howers?"
e areg'lar old-fashioned flow
ed allus to have 'em in their
ong niore you was thought
e neither. Like wall flowers
only pink, an yeller,
one on a stock, an soft like
smellingiike honey they did,
seen none o. them since
We in Bermondsey.
)ur little wooden 'ouEe IT
the hill, an as you come up,
twas by the road, as was
windin, or whether twas by
r way through the medders
.op-garden, the first you see
use was the white rose-tree.
all over the side of the 'ouse
side where the pear-tree was,
ther-there was no windows
hehouse-and the rose clomb
and blowi it did blow, that
Pearl-white the roses was,
You might call blush-pink.
.reds OF EN-. 1t was quite n
'ell, one fine summer every
come on that tree wasn't
blush-pink any more, but
Iarkish blue at the hedges
to the middle. Not pretty?
Fps not; but | tell you there
5 such a fuss made over any
cd call pretty as there was
blue rose. Parson he was
omin' down to see it, an
his friends, from London
s; an the gentry they drove
trriages to see our blue rose
.radesman an grocers they
heir carts from far an near,
said. Well, it was n novel
" said it would surely take
at the llower-show. But 1t
S rose bush. Father'd give
hen first she come 20 live
Size come quite little,
ried at the strange place, an
ok to was the white roses.
e give her the bush-an'
iather e died-about cherry
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