Tombstone daily prospector., 1891-02-18
ROMANCE OF ROSES.
Whence Three Popular Favorites
 - Derived Their Names.
Interesting Legends Attached to Besuti- full Fiowers- -Msrechal Neirs Present to Empress Eugenie-The Bon
 silene and JacQueminot.
Tben hey for hardy roses That bloom the nvelong year.

Toen hey for hardy roses
 That bloom the livelong year.
 The huge hand bouquet which c sea son or two ago was one of the in- dispensable equipments of a fashion able woman has been revived in all it's former glory. Miss Dorothy no longer carries in her hand to the opera, the ball or the luncheon her gold-lined bon bonniere and cut-gsass viniagrette, but confines them to her oxydized girdle, while in their stead her two hanis-so big are the dimensions-clasp bouquet of gorgeous blossoms
 The favorite flowers, now that the chrysanthemum season is over, are the bouvardia, carnations and ever delight ful roses, says the Detroit Free Press. These are massed in a solid semisphere and outlined with mAiden-hair fern or other dainty green foliage. Of the roses the fayorites depend upon the color, the more intense of the reds, yell lows and what are called rose colors be- ing generally selected. Of the inter mediate or dull shades but few are chosen. The debutsnte, of course, car ries white.
 One of the prettiest of the reds. and which enhances the beauty of the red joliet, now the extreme of fashion, is the Papa Gautier, its fine, long, large, red buds making i | especially y we'll liked. The good General Jacqueminot, Bon Silene and Marechal Neil will no doubt always remain in favor with rose wor- shipers, few of whom perhaps are aware Of the interesting legend attached to each and which has been treated by one of our writers of fiction. According to this writer the Msrechal Neil was rooted from the stem of one of a whole basket of roses presented by . French peasant to the returning warrior. sick and wounded, after his noted heroism in Italy, when France aided Victor Enan- uel in driving out the Austrians. This particular shoot continuing to grow, Neil determined to keep it, and return ing to France placed it in the hands of a noted foricullurist, and the next spring it bore four of the loveliest, pale lemop-tlnted roses the world has ever seen. After having been awarded the cross of the Legion of Honor he was in- vited to a reception by the then Elm press Eugenie, to whom he presented one of the roses, when she observed: And so you have proved the truth Of what the old abbe used to say in his ser mons at Pau about casting the bread upon the waters, Dear me, but he was tedious, that good abbe," continued her Majesty, with the softest look of retro spection in her lovely dark eyes. "No, NJ. le Marechal," said she, viyaciously, .'I shall christen this rose for you"
 1 The Bon Silene is said to have sprung up from the cleft of broken statue to the ancient Bishop Silenus. As none of the fathers had ever seen such a rose, one of them said: Let it be called the rose of the good Silenus."
 The Jacqueminot is a trife more fanciful in origin. An irate father slew the lever of his daughter, upon which she died of broken heart. There was a clump of Louis Quinze roses growing by the seat where the lovers were when the General found them These rose branches were red with the youths blood and the girls father ordered them cut away. The next spring green shoots grew from the roots again, and one day the gardener said: Monsieur, will you come into the garden2 There is a miracle to be seen"
 Truly 1t seemed miracle had been wrought. One splendid stem had grown up, and on it was a bud half opened. It was not pale pink, as the parent had been, but a cardinal, velvety red-a royal roso, full of grace and beauty. --s
 The man who had never fiinched at the charge of the wild Arab when he rode side by side with Kleber, and stood | the shock of ten of the Hungarian and Polish lancers, put his hands to his eyes and wept like boy, and the old garden CT turned his face away that he might not see the others grief, while he softly whispered prayer for the soul that had gone to God.
 Shall l cut 1t down, my mastery" said the old man softly after a few minutes of silence.
 "No; it is the flower of God, and let it grow"
 It grew and fiourished, and this is the story told of the origin of the queen of roses, which sprang from a lovers blood. An extremely beautiful rose bouquet is formed of American Beauties. One carried by New York young woman was marvelously fragrant and lovely. And well it might be, for the sum paid for it was s10O- Fancy handing over ten shining golden eagles for roses for one lovely young woman to carry in her hand one evening. This bouquet was tied with six yards of pink ribbon, which reached to the ground.