The Atlanta constitution. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1885-19??, 1903-06-08

n1,,tod NV the gate instead OF here
against the house, I'd like to know?'' and
| she dropped her beautiful head in
! pout.
I'VE might as well have been planted
| bere az the white rose yonder," answered
| another bud who was slowly unfurling
| her pink petals az trying to hide
| frightful scar r:4ade on her last nlght
by worm. And as to there being
any use in our pining-why, there's just
lots of It, We ought at least to look
our best, for dear Cousin South Wind,
who has been so kind to US and kept us
SO cool, and the glorious sunshine or
these beautiful June days.
well, as It is as warm being bud as
IL Is a. full blown roseh and I haven't
a horrid scar on my gown, / believe 1
will open out my leaves. But there.
Cousin South Wind must try and keep
us cool, for from MS actions now one
would think he had deserted us
Pm sure he hasn't done anything ike
that" said the palmer rose. x fear We
are too hasty In our conclusions. Just
70 think dear. how many other flowers
and everything else has to face and
think we are very fortunate in getting
so much OF his time And she smiled
ho ok sweetly at her naughty friend re-
eardless of the cruel taunt she had so
recently made about the plain roses scar.
lust here the south wind stole up from
the waving meadows, and with weary
sigh carsessed each in turn.
And later on in the day, just as the
sun was setting, two full blown pink
roses were holding gracefully back and
forth in the evening breeze. filing tho
mir about them with a delicate perfume
One so fun, rich and beautiful with her
perfect petals tingcd with dainty pink,
the other small and bhghted with noth-
ing beautiful about her that we could
see If we had glanced at her; she nestled
in a mantle OF snlmmerlng green leaves.
Now what was the use in my trou-
ble?' murmured the beautiful rose dis
contentedly leaning toward Il closed
window. Here We are at our l mean
nv best and not q soul to see me. With
the dew tonight and the morning sun
shine l will be shattered and not even
a bird has sung me a song,or bee
Bat here her complaint was broken or.
FOR the closed window was thrown open
and both roses waited by the breeze,
turned and looked in
delicate little girl with wan. white
face and golden hair was leaning back
on mass Of pillows and cushions. y
tall. sweet-faced lady in black was
standing by her stroldng her hair.
ION, mamma, Just look at the lovely
rose. cried the child. her pale litte face
flushing with pleasure 1T is SO pretty.
Can have it pease?"
The lady leaned out and broke off the
disconnected rose with some OF the
dainty green leaves and gave 1t to her.
Isn't it beautiful, and oh, so sweet"
exclaimed the little gir.. burying her face
ia its soft ricn petals.
But mamma, WHAT'S the matter?
what makes it hang its pretty head"
asked the child, looking at the dropping
rose. But she did not notice the poor,
forgotten rose outside the window. who
could nave told her better IMAM any one
else what was wrong with the Iovelier
one
So too, you perhaps have gathered
beautiful, fautless flowers. leaving the
poor olighted ones to humming birds and
bees who do not care for looks. but the
sweets the ugly ones may contain, and
have noticed how some Of the lovely ones
You selected droop their heads and blush
and perhaps YOU too have wondered.
Maybe the very ones you choose have
been disconnected and complaining. or
even Knocked their more unfortunate
companions, and when we pluck them and
wonder at their beauty and sweetness,
they hang their heads In shame. Would
not your
MABEL CLAIRE RANDALL.
sumterYiue, Ala