Orange County observer. [volume] (Hillsborough, N.C.) 1880-1918, 1908-08-20

italian" said Miss johnson. This
French; and this Is German" She
tehed two books on her table. rls
Can you read all those foreign lau-
dges?" Mary asked in an awed
be. q
Yes," said Miss johnson indiffer-
{ly.
tAnd speak them?" Miss Johnson
tded. 1 And suppose you can play
t piano, and sing and paint?"
. t'Yes.'' Miss Johnson laughed
lie. "That doesn't make me
Incess in disguise, you silly girl"
Fhe next morning Mary shook her
lad when she brought Miss John
SIS early tea.
He left them outside" she report
d "and didn't ask anything about
tim. And here are your fresh ones
Il to-day. Aren't they lovely, Miss?"
Miss Johnson buried her face in
tL fresh roses, and picked out two
all gave them to Mary, as she did
/ eery morning. It was those daily /
| gHs of flowers that made Mary her
sIye. cit makes you feel that she
loks upon you as a human woman
Lille yourself" she told her fellow
sevants.
Take him some more roses with
hb breakfast" Miss Johnson COM
minded, "and send for a piano-tuner
att qce. l think he liked to hear her
play and if he heard some of their
old favorites-''
81 expect you know them, Miss?"
! Mary suggested, with smile.
'Yes," Miss Johnson said, eyes. I'll
tell you more some day, Mary; not
| now. Take the flowers, and don't
ask questions, there's a good girl"
So Mary took roses with every
| thing that she carried to the hemit
t ird-.9ral n1ayed fSal days, and Miss Johnson
al" Mary said-sweet, ripping music
that reminded Mary of Sunday-school
excursions to woods and the seaside,
| and of blue skies and fresh breezes
and open air; solemn music that re-
minded Mary Of visits to Cathedrals,
and the orchestral concerts that Mr..
Jones, who had an ear for music, took
her to sometimes. But the flowers
and he gave no sign that he noticed
the music.
tits no use, Miss" Mary pro
nounced. Hes hardened his heart
like Noses"
II think it was Pharaoh Miss
Johnson corrected. 81 am Moses. We
will try fresh plague. Leave his
outer door open when you take away
the dinner things, and my doors ajar
am going to sing. If that doesnt
have any effect, II don't know
what shall do"
Her voice trembled a little.
"If you sing as we'll as you play
Miss" said Mary; cit ought to-"
"Oh!" said Miss Johnson. IN.
| ;playing's nothing. I'm no pianist.
only strum. I sing better than that
butt wish I sang thousand time
better"
In the evening she sang, and. a
the first note, Mary, who was pr'
tending to be busy at the linen-pres
on the landing, concluded that sh
was queen of the opera stage. Sh
had full, clear contralto voice an
this was the song that she sang:
ROSES.
Oh, roses, roses. roses!
My lover made me wear
Red roses at my bosom,
Red roses in my hair,
! 80: q
speaks
{ The roses blushing on my cheeks.
AS the song began Mary saw th
l inner door of 3B open slightly; an
by the end of the first verse th
t opening had grown to foot, and sh
clasped her hands excitedly.
Oh, roses, roses, roses!
He's gone! and now I wear
l White roses at my bosom,
S White roses in my hair.
I To match-it is my sorrow speaks
| The white, white roses on my cheek
The door was wide open now; an
a man, indistinct in the gloom, cam
: out and took the roses silently frol
the glass in which they had stood n
elected all day. He raised them
, she thought to his lips.
Oh, roses, roses, roses!
- He will not turn from you!
Go steal upon him softly,
> As I no more may do.
! Till ev'ry mem'ry wakes and speal
Of roses pleading in my cheeks.
. "And then" Mary told Mr. Jope
when he called for orders the ne
morning, che rushed across the Ian
, ing like fire-engine; and hear
: him say sKathie!' and heard b.
say, Arthur and the music-stool fe
), over; and shut the door on then
and l ran upstairs and cried.
couldn't help thinking what it wou