The Laurens advertiser. (Laurens, S.C.) 1885-1973, 1895-06-11
HOW yHE STORY OF A ROSE MAS TOLD.

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Woman's Ed tion Newb Her and
News.
Can n who has fingered for a time
in that far away romantic, old world
townof u Antonio with It's wonder
lnl charm Of air and earth and sky ;
with It's dusky Alamo, the Thermo-
pyiae Of |the New World With It's
oSsipe2Scrumbling missions, relics of
-aNdN ark past can one who has
eehand felt these things ever forget
them? No, they live I'D memory and
The magic potency OF their charm will
draw the traveller back again over un-
counted miles, or even after many
years bave passed.
1t was here one perfect day that q
young woman seated in D comfortable
chair on the yeranda Of the principal
hotel seemed to be eLjoying to its
fullest extent all the wlLchery and
beauty of city and of plain. She was
apparently busted with her embroid-
cry, but often the work would fall
into her lap and the idle hands lie
clasped over IT., while her gaze wander
ed from the ! river, dancing in the
sunlight, to the blue sky above, with a
look of happiness and restful inter
In The sweet brown eyes which would
have redeemed a plain face from ugli-
ness and which made this one radiant
and beautiful.
During one of her happy little
reveries, another m came to the
glass doors opening from the parlor on
this verand n looked for u moment
at its solitary occupant, then walked
towards her.
The Icy comer was tall, slender,
graceful, with an oval face framed in
masses OF auburn hair and luminous
dark | eyes,, clear mt bright, yet
with q wistful look in their depths.
She was also the pOssessor of a gentle,
but v%iyacious manne and u gracious
and unvarying courtesy and never
failed to charm alike every one, old
or young, with whom she came in con-
tact. Extremely stylish and elegant
see looked this morning in a walking
costume of dark blue cloth proIusely
trimmed with sable, and in her gloved
hands she carried u large bunch Of
pink roses, evidently she had just
returned from her daily visit to the
florist.
AS she approached, Dreaming,
MIRO. Raymond ?" she called. Strang-
ers hearing Elizabeth M%adisou's voice
Tor the FIRST time always wished To
hear it again NJ Soft, low and clear
was it that it tSggested all the music
OF nature or of angels. sis this not u
voice said. Mrs, Raymond looked %aauI'i up
with IL smile OF assent and a~pprecia-
tion. And" laying ONE of her roses
on Mrs. Raymondis knee, she continued,
And is there anything in it more
lovely than LaErance roses ?"
Mrs. Raymond took up the roses
tenderly and laid them q moment
against her lips, hen raising her
eyes said earnestly, mo. Nothing in
all this world! They bring back mem
cries of the past and have for me a
beauty and a significance far deeper
than that of form and color"
Her, voice was low and earnest and
Elizabeth Madison dropped into a
chair with IL look of eager interest in
her face. 1t is a story [ have told
only to my husband and to his mother,
who, you know, was my friend before
knew Charley, and 1T is q strange
impulse which prompts me to tell it
now to you. 1t was not always with
me rs it is now, yOu know" and
Elizabeth Understood at once In that
strange way In which some women
can understand that now" meant that
Mrs. Raymond had not always worn
velvets and diamonds and travelled in
her private car or on the Blue bird, -
her husbands yacht, for her husband
was Charley Raymond, known far and
wide as one oil Inc ichcst. as well as
one Ot the brainiest young fellows In
all these broad United States.
My home was in, Carolina" Mrs.
Raymond continued, land there was
nowhere II happier home than ours,
the family consisting Of my parents,
:. my younger sister Grace and myself.
My father was once Il wealthy rice
planter, but as he grew old all his DOS
SpNSlnnG mpllBI nUnN T. tyll fh, AZ
1old story, 80 old, always SO bitter.
Everything went, but the plantation,
then to bad year succeeded bad Year,
~pooded fields and ruined crops. Mother
I'D before we found the plantation
asst go-that Vindermere which had
belonged TO the Tontaines since Caro-
\ lima was first settled would no longer
be ours-and my father old and sick at
heart followed soon
"Grace and L decided to go to New
York and begin life all over again.
She was an artist of no little promise
and nSs2pe gift was my voice, so VIC
cohcludedSs where each could cult
Vate her taN9M and support herself
while doing it. ~eWhere tSAre is so
much money, surefA we can make
something said clear headed Grace.
We cannot do it. here because every
body else is almost as poor as we are,
Iuihou iihc 10 ny -ie sdlJ water ana
the rice market
$50 we went, high spirited, ambi-
tious young girls with the firm belief
tina some day, in some way, we should
win wealth N fame. Girls SO pitt
fully poor in worldly goods, yet 20 rich
in beautiful dreams and bright hopes.
Eo, a tIme ali went we'll. We worked
hard. Grace had photographs to color
and | had music pupils besides our own
lessons and practicing. We missed our
parents sadly, but we were happy. oh,
80 busy and SO HAPPY. We thought
we had met the world and d
1t, and through those months our tiny
savings grow slowly, but surely, dollar
by dollar.
The Grace began to look unlike
her bright self, more languid each
day. at first [ scarcely noticed it.
When L did she said, 1t is only the
spring days, l shall soon be better
Through that long summer she wilted
steadily. Finally she gave up first
her art lessons aud then her work
from the photographers. That was a
bitter day for us. My eyes were opened
at last. j called the doctor and /
thought my heart broke when no said
to me very gently, but frankly,
Quick consumption. There is no pos
sible cure nor any hope.'
'Day by day she died hefora NV