The Montgomery advertiser., 1901-09-25
BY WILLIAM FLOSS
RISING UP OF FRAGRANCE
 GREEN.


 In this particular case it would be un- just to lay all the blame upon the some what rounded shoulders and slightly stopped figure of Fragrance Green him. self. His trouble might indeed. be term ed prenatal. for 1t originated long De- fore he had been born. in the queerly shaped brain of his father. Philip Mace don Green, foreman of the round house at Harlem Junction Ana no Iair-mno, ed person should be inclined to contena serious responsibilities upon the thins itself. when 1t finds 1t is growing up aWry.
 Philip Macedon Green had himself been bent His own father held mildly to a theory that men were for the most part what they felt themselves to De. and also largely what other men thought or them and that both of these opinions were vastly influenced by what things-that is to say, men--were called. Therefore the grandson Green. having dabbied trine in the fascinating pages oI that eminent , @ writer of romance, M: Cnaries hoiiin' pe- slowed upon his first born son the ims posing and almost formidable title or Philip Macedon Green, and then rested upon the oars of his paternity, believing he had done enough Tor ms neir 10 insure his becoming either general or pres ident. or both And in some measure the old mans hopes were not born to wfther into sad decay, for when he died he had NleWeQ the dDpOlIltHicit Oh hhhP HAUSST don to the command of the most import ant post upon the section, and had per sonally presented to four infant grand sons silver birthcups upon whose gnsten- ing surfaces were engraved names intend- ed, and in truth we'll fitted, to i'll quite full the resounding trump of fame. As who can doubt when viewing them: ALEXANDER MAGNUS GREEN.
 OLYMPUS ORATOR GREEN.
 HORATIUs MAXIMUS GREEN.
 QCARTUS ROMULuS GREEN.
 And having thus far made life worth living for five gratified iegatees, the good George--laid him down and prepared to die, But. so strangely are we Knit to our ruling passions, before the breath quite left him he beckCned his daughtcr-in-law to his lips and in her inclined ear breath ed a whispered but no less. earnest cues ton. The fair matron could not restrain a becoming blush but murmured most emphatic affirmative reply to the old
 Tn that case" said he, aloud. and pleased smile dwelt in the door of his wrinkied faoe ''call her Fragrance It is my dying request, and l lay 1t as a charge upon the heads of both of you.
 His afflicted heirs having uttered du- tiful assent to this most reasonable or last wishes, George Green passed away ir peace and was next day accorded such obsequies as bef1tted a man Of ideas and a student of ancient history.
 How this excellent citizen and father mlKQL soon nave DttD SJtbClAs Ns AS NAiO way of this hurrying world. which pays little enough heed to the living and has no time at all for the dead had It not hAan for the occurrence of most sfngu- lar event. putting all the soothsayers to shamefaced silence and shattering the doctrine of probabilities into thousand unhappy fragments. For the fifth time Mrs. Philip Macedon became proud mother For the fifth time her source of joy was a son.
 I let, so inconsistent Is lovely woman, at once our riddle and our solace, when this triumphant news was broken to the hearing of Matron Green, that excellent woman uttered a cry mingled Of pain and wonder and sank upon her pillows quite exhausted. which had not been her won't. "I thought you said, began Philip Maeedon. upon whose brow were mar shaled serried phalanxes of perplexed
 Never mind what I said" replied his | better part, whose voice struggled be- | tween tears and asperity. it isn't what said-its what we promised father! l And here what the real masters of mar
 ton overbore the good lady, and she re- | treated from the conversation. weeping
 Well" responded the foreman of the roupdhouse "boy or girl, promise Is g | promise, and promises have to be kept
 In this view he is believed to have
 differed from the willy Macedonian auto crat whose name he bore. Philip the elder contended that promises were pie | crust ana dTc ulduS LO DC DEOhCh'
 With his sIlken red hair, his eyes of lapis lazali, his skin as fair as the May apple. his delicate feet and hands. the
 dainty poise of his childish bearing Fra
 grance Green might well indeed
 have been girl and have grown up an ornament to femininitv. As | 1t was, lis young life. after il l had passed cradlehood and crepi unwillingly to school was no less than
 that of bearer of burdens. The vein of 1 rldicule pursued him hotly even into his own home. The boys jeered him. The l girls laughed at him before his face. His own brothers called him "Fraggy." The 1 fond breast which should have been his | dearest haven and the soft pillow of all i his sorrows denied him comfort Strange | ly enough, his mother bore to her latest Thursdays story, "A CINDERELLA OF