The Middleburgh post. [volume] (Middleburgh, Snyder Co., Pa.) 1883-1916, 1892-09-15

rast 'hc sytios-dcnicd him recreation.
though ON wet days he would occasion.
ally put his macintosh over his should.
crs and perch himself beside the pool
for which Baccbrldcc WAS lamous-aud
patiently watch the l1at for hours at a
time. ], Is probable however. that hal
it been sunshine every day OF the year
the fish would have been minus one
enemy. For the sunshine brought the
children out 20 play, the sunshine al
lowed him to walk in the paths of his
garden and watch the growth of his
roses. On wet days hc had neither chill.
drcu nor flowers, 50 lie went to the fish
for consolation.
O'd Holloway haG .wo sources OF hap.
piuc,s. His tiny cottage was known as
Rose Glen. Il you ever went to Brace.
bridge you would never dream OF going
away without looking over the wicket
gate aud inhaling the sweet perfume OF
the old mans roscs. They lined the
gAaycl pathway, for all the world like
floral scu;ries, as their owner passcl be-
i tween them to the porch, ka1 trees
f,Cplorplpc-1tr--t,- fnaee r1.i tsstt los
som was rs familiar TO him as the seals
on his watch chain, and lac patiently fol-
lowed the progress OF each petal aud the
unfolding OF every bud with as much
pride and care as he would tnut of the
growth of hs own child. Yes, the
dover, brought old Holloway happiness.
bar nc .ug.I the children more. II,
aau. spd that, when their tiny faces
vcr. looking uD M him aud smiling,
they, too, were lowers. Every child M
Bm,yrria.c knew old Holloway. They
called him grandfather. You never met
him iu the lanes without child hang
iu- to his hand or his coat tails Why
tine dear old fellow would make poin
Of passing by the school just when the
children were coming out. Then h,
would let them play on the grass OF hi
garden. Let them! Nay, he woulC
play with them, and his laughter seemed
as tree as theirs, his shouts Of mcrrmen'
ms jpyously innocent. Then whct
the sun began to edge the hill
with gold aud crimson, h, woul,
mcrrily drive them out OF his fora
domains, and watch them wave thci
hands u, they turned the pathway at tn
top OF the hill which led to the village
A. he rctraccd his steps TO the porch n
would sometimes stand beside tree o
rOses-grcat crimson blosSoms-mor
beautiful than all the others, Thci
color wa, richer than the sweetest of III
blossoms On the neghbnring bushe,
their perfume more fragrant. 1t grey
apart from them, too, on the lawn. II
would iooi, at the name ON the woodc
tablet and read the simple word
"MaUon.' That was the name he la
given 10 his lavortc tree Marion (;
, and murmuung the word he would ente
, the house very quietly.
1 one evening the children had all gou
he had bid them "goodby' rs usIa
He turned to enter the house. 4 who.
= week had passed since hc had examine
u ms Avolitc rose trcc. Crossing III
grassy "wE he came to "Tnc Marion,
one OF the great blossoms was droul
iug, but Just from the same green stat
. fresh bud was shooting forth. III
q old man took out his knife and cut o
+, the faded flower. lie looked at the bu
- thoughtfully. lie cscemed TO read a stol
among the roses--a story that went
. his heart He looked again az the dca
70 blossom in his hand. Then his e.
@ wandered toward the bud. lie bur
,e into tears, and quickly turned away.
i My daughter, my darling Marion
| was cruel to send you away, We
&c cruel. A fathers love tor you made II
Is think it impossible Tor even u husbar
= 70 love you rs | did. Shall ever S
IA you dead-dead as this once beautif
{, blossom, which can never again help
- sweeten my days aud brighten an o
10 mans liei Oh, come back to Ii
le again, and bring your little one WI
,d You. COme-come--com
Pm lie entered the house weeping.
~. On the morning of the next day I
A' children were on their way to scho
ct They always passed Rose Glen, aud {
VI Holloway would invariably be at I
Ea.e. But this mo!ring the childI