The Forrest City times., 1891-09-11
was quite enough to have such rose.

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 '"The next year the roses come blue again, an every one come more'n ever to look, an grocers an people with carts they come from far an near, for they said it was novelty. "But mother she was rather quiet like, an she didn't say much about the roses; an one day when she an mo was maxim up the bread-iust our two selves. in the back kitchen-she says to me:
 "Addie, she says-my names Ade laide-about them blue roses now. If it wasn't that 1 don like to think O a child O mine bein up to such tricks, l should say.as you or Hetty had been borrowed O my blue-bag
 "'Your blue bag, mother, says 1. Hard work had to keep my face, for Hetty she was a makin faces at me tn: ough the winder.
 "'Yes. my blue bag, mother says, l lookln at me straight.
 "'Why, aunt says Hetty through the window, if 1t was the blue bag | how would all these roses be the same? | An woudn't it all wash off i'll the rain? An you know it's always 1 brighter after a shower she says, 1 Besides. would we do such silly thing if we could, an kccpit up so, an all? We might do it oust or twice says she.
 1 There s summat in all that says l my mother, going on with the bread. 1 I misdoubt meit's age turns the roses 1 blue. like it turns folks hair white. 1 The rose was allus a pearly white or what you might call a blush-pink l afore.
 1 An the grocers an people with 1 carts they came from for an near to see the rose-tree, for tt was a novelty, l ye see.
 Says to Hetty that night after l I'd said my prayers an read my chapter--for l was allus properly
 Hetty l says, fancy mother say ing that about the blue-bag' Yes. fancy' says Hetty laughin'- 1 an she snutfs out the candle with CT fingers an jumps into bed. I amt agoin' to ave my blue roses run down neither. Why, I'm agoin' to take the prize at the flower show--I am with
 my wonderful blue rosesr
 An sure enough she told parson the very next day as she would try for the prize at the flower show,
 ''lt was just about that time she took up with George Winstead. Yes,
 i'm as come to be your gran father in- stead, an IS lyiu' in his grave at Long | Mailing these 20 good years. We'll,
 they kep' company together, an every one was willln for he was a godly
 young man an taught in Sunday school, an had good hopes of his
 uncle's business, which It was corn chandler's in Medstone, an she was a
 well-lookin' girl enough, for all her red hair, which was made fun of then,
 though 1 hear 1t s all the rage nowa- 1 days. l never see a girl so took up
 with a chap as she was with him. She give up curlin' 'er air acause he liked 1t plain, an she took to readin' the
 Bible an sayin' her prayers like I'd al
 lus done, an she'd allus laughed at me afore for it, Why, I've seen her knecl there over 'alf an hour, and then get outer bed again when she thought I was asleep and kneel down on the bare boards by the winder an cry an pray an' say, George, George. an pray | dSoilis uOb oub IotlNt OtiI So &hS COuId ear CT. Not proper prayers she didn't say like people gets taught but things outer CT own cad. an the same | things over an over, till useter say l "'Come along ter bed, Hetty, do, for gracious sake. You'll catch your death O cold on them boards, an Pm a-droppin' with sleep
 "Well, as tiower-show day come nearer an nearer, she grew stupider l an stupider, an more an more given l to prayin', an used to be all for goin' of by herself an leaving everything to | me-even to maxim our dresses for | the flower show an lookin' after them roses what was to take the prize. I did it all, a course,-I was allus called a good-natured girl,-an' the dresses 1 they looked lovely. an the roses was bluer than ever, instead of being peariy white or blush-pink, like they should ha' been by rights. An Hetty she prayed an cried O nights til l wonder l ever got wink O sleep, an of day she'd laugh till she nearly | cried again. Well, hower-show day came, an We 'ad our new sprigged 1 prints-gowns was wore short in the waist then-an' Hetty she looked like a ghost in hers, but they did say mine became me wonderful.
 ''lt was beautiful day, remember, very sunny an bright, an you was l glad to walk the shady side ofthe way that day, l can tell you, Very hot it was in the big barn where the flower show was. Twas all done up with fine flags and wreaths an all sorts, an 1t was that hot the flowers was most wilted atore 1t 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 1t come time for the prizes
 we was all settin' on forms packed close like herrins Mother was there of course, an George an his friends, an Hetty sat next ter me, an George
 that's your gran father-was settin' the other side ol her. An she kep' edgin' away from him an gettin close to me, an crushln my new print, not to mention 'er own, an she kep' on oldin' my and that tight didn't know ow to bear myself, an 1 never see bonnet with pink ribbons look | worse on any young woman than 1t did on CT. Mine always suited me
 'ad it done up with blue the year was married
 | "Preseptly it come to roses The