Bisbee daily review., 1910-09-02
AN ADDED
 VALUE
 By BEATRICE TUCKER
Copyright. 1910. by American Press
 Association.

Come, pet; let's go out fin the garden and see how your rosebush is getting along"
 Morton Jenkins spoke these words to his little daughter. seven years old. If ever a man worshiped anything mor- tai Jenkins worshiped this child. The place on which the family lived con- sisted of ample grounds. and. Mrs. Jenkins having a natural taste for flowers, there were many beautiful va rieties about the house. The daughter. Oracle, had inherited her mothers taste. and her father the day before had planted for her a rosebush of a very choice variety.
 It was a beautiful summer morning when the two went out to where the rosebush had been planted. the child prattling with expectation.
 "will 1t have any roses on 1t. papa?' "Oh, no, my darling. It was plant ed only yesterday. Possibly we may find it a trife wilted. but that will not matter. A little water sprinkled on it will bring it up. We'll go get the wa tering pot Heilo?
 The exclamation was caused by see ing hole where the rosebush had stood, with loose earth scattered about. The fathers brow gathered ominously. If I can find out who did that Ill- Don't cry. pet. There are more where that came from. Some one has taken the bush up by the roots. What an outrager
 He took his darling in his arms and kissed away her tears. At the same moment he saw or thought he saw some one lodging behind the glass out house that covered the plants in win ter Going there. he confronted little urchin about the size of his own child. The boy was ragged, unkempt and hungry looking. In his dirty hand be grasped the missing rosebush.
 You young rascal" cried Jenkins fiercely. What do you mean by tear ing up my plants?
 q wanted l, for son,ettin'."
 .I suppose you did want it or you wouldn't have taken it. There. Take that" He cuffed the boy. Now get along. and if catch you stealing my plants again I'll turn you over to the police" The boy was sinking away when Oracle said to her father, Papa, don't you think that since he's been struck for taking the bush he ought to have ity'
 Certainly not. He would gladly take a cuffing for each plant we have on the place."
 "Give him the bush. papa"
 sweetheart" said the father, tits your bush. If you prefer to give it tc him do so."
 The child picked up the rosebush the boy had thrown down and handed il to him.
 Do you live down in the rookeryT she asked.
 "Yes."
 -The part where the funeral was yesterday"
 Yes"
 'was it your mamma they carried outg'
 Yes"
 Did you want the rosebush to plant at her grave?'
 "Yes"
 Jenkins stood listening to this lacon ic dialogue. looking from his child tC the boy who had robbed her of beI rosebush. When the last Yes" was spoken. remembering the cuff he had given the thief, a blush of shame spread over his features. Taking uI his idol. he hid his face so far as hers could cover it and rained kisses on her cheeks Then. still holding her in his arms, he said:
 Ask him what else he wishes be sides the bush"
 ''I know papa"
 "What:"
 That is, know what I'd like to do for him. I'd like to take him and the bush to the cemetery in my pony carr and help him plant it near his mothers grave"
 ''That you shall do. sweetheart. But James must go with you"
 She ran to the stable to tell James to get out the cart. and while she was gone the father said 10 the boy: