The Cook County herald. [volume] (Grand Marais, Minn.) 1893-1909, 1895-06-08

and hundreds of 'em. It was quite a
picter. Well, one fine summer every |
rose as come on that tree wasn't |
white nor blush-pink any more, but |
blue-a darkish blue at the hedges |
and paler to the middle. Not pretty?
Well, p'raps not; but I tell you there
never was such a. fuss made over any
rose as yo'd call pretty as there was
over that blue rose. Parson he was
always comm down to see it, an
bringin' his friends, from London
sometimes; an the gentry they drove
in their carriages to see our blue rose;
an the tradesman an grocers they
come in their carts from far an near,
an, they said. We'll, it was a novel
ty.'
:tAn' they said it would surely take
the prize at the fower-show. But it
was Hetty's rose bush. Father'd give
it her when first she come to live
with us. She come quite little,
and she cried at the strange place, an
all she took to was the white roses
So father e give her the bush-an'
next year father e died-about cherry
time it was.
$50 when they said that about the
prize, Hetty said she didn' care about
prizes an flower shows an things. 1t
was quite enough to have such a rose
tree for er very own.
"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 a novelty.
R,1+ oh ~
like, an she didn't say much about
the roses: an one day when she an
me was maxim up the bread-just 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 don't like to think O.
a child O mine bein up to such tricks,
| should say as you or Hetty had
been a borrowed O. my blne-bag.'
Your blue bag, mother, says I.
Hard work had to keep my face,
for Hetty she was maxim faces at
me through the winder.
eyes, my blue bag mother says,
lOokin' at me straight.
why, aunt says Hetty through
the window, if it was the blue bag,
how would all these roses be the same?
An wouldn't it all wash off in the
rain? An you know it's always
brighter after a shower she says,
Besides, would we do such a silly
thing if we could, an keepit up so, an
all? We might do it onst or twice.
says she.
There's summat in all that, says
my mother, going on with the bread.
Il misdoubt mel it's age turns the roses
blue, like it turns folks hair white.
The rose was allus a pearly white
or what you might call a blush-pink
afore,"
can the grocers an people with
carts they came from for an near to
see the rose-tree, for it was a novelty,
ye see.
"Says to Hetty that night after
ia said my prayers an read my
chapter-for | was allus properly
brought up
"Hetty,7 I says, fancy mother say
ing that about the blue-bag!'
Yes, fancyn says Hetty laughin'-
an she snuffs out the candle with 'er
fingers an jumps into bed. 4 amt
agoin' to ave my blue roses run down
neither. Why, Pm agoin' to take the
prize at the flower-show--I am with
my wonderful blue roses!'
can sure enough she told parson
the very next day as she would try
for the prize at the flower show.
ut 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 lynn in his grave at Long
Mailing these 20 good years. Well.
they KEEP company together, an every
one was willin' for he was a godly
young man an taught in SUNDAY
school, an had good hopes of his
uncle's business, which it was a corn
chambers in Medstone, an she was a
well-lookin' girl enough, for all her red
hair, which was made fun Of then,
though l hear it's all the rage nova
days. never see q girl so took up
with chap as she was with him. She
give up curlin' 'er air acause he liked
it 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 kneel
there over 'alf an hour, and then Get
outer bed again when she thought
was asleep and kneel down on the bare
boards by the winder an cry an pray
all say, George, George, an pray
again, not out loud, but so as could
ear 'er. Not proper prayers she
didn't say like people gets taught but
things outer 'er own cad, an the same
things over an over, till I useter say:
"'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 fower-show day come
nearer an nearer, she grew stupider
an stupider, an more an more given
to prayin' an used to be all for goin'
off by herself an leaving everything to
me-even to maxim our dresses for
the fower-show an lookin' after them
roses what was to take the prize.
did it all, a. course,-I was allus called
a good-natured girl,-an' the dresses
they looked lovely, an the roses was
bluer than ever, instead of being a
pearly white or a blush-pinK, ike
they should ha' been by rights. An