The Guthrie daily leader. [volume] (Guthrie, Okla.) 1893-1996, 1910-03-23
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The WRONG Roses
lJ0anna S.ngleJ

pared to end her call. The GIRLS moth
er was, however mistress Of herself
land Of the situation.
u y hope 10 Keep my girl as long as
4 can she said simply. Il suppose
mother will never get over think.
ina she has fist claim Isn't ii a
ltSely day for March? 4.My plant.
are taking new lease OF ife-see tina
I geranium?' She maneuyered her cali
to the door with the change of sub
iect.
What the mother saii to herself
was that If Avis was not engaged tc
John Avery she should be. in tho
light OF his constant attendance, hi,
claiming so much Of the girls time
end interest jhat the numerous Other
4 men in her wake year before hat
I seemingly yielded their ound---all
1 except, perhaps, Guy Hardin, who per
sisted Internationally in calls, dance
and theatre invitations and the like.
! Mrs. Horton wished that the girls
1 father We're living or that she had 4
brother TO call John Avery 10 account
She herself shrank from intimatins
I IT, the young man that his friendly
I lterogative should not give him The
( rights Of a lover, that in short. BIZ
/ should ask Avis 10 marry him, o.
clear the field and give others q
/ chance
Not that John Avery was anything
she could find the slightest objection
to. He was simply, it seemed to the
mother, rather u laggard in love- Or
was ii ovcrdelfcacy, his not pressing
Lis claim, till Avis was bit oldei
and better acquainted with him? Still
--surelp yea was enough of a test.
Just then she heard Avis whirling
down the stairs to auswe. ring OF
the door bell. lp moment she ep
tered, her dainty blond face in glow
cF pleasure, cluster of pink roses
IL her hands They were Ayery's
roses and had been coming every few
days for months-always the same.
There used to be carnations from
Harry York, violets from Guy, and
various offerings from others, but
ncw there were only pink roses.
The mother noted the girls wistfui
absorption IN them, as she put them
ia bowl and stood bending over
their fresh frag ance. She thought
that this Young man needed little
more competition, but she did not
wish 10 make the girl conscious, to-
let herthink she wished her to marry
D. all-she did not. But she knew
Guy Hardin was not the man to be
safehold for a young wfes happiness
whereas John could be trusted.
I'm going to the theatre, mother,
DEAR the girl said Il forgot to tell
you before"
"With- -Guyo" asked the mothe,.
with an'impartial voice.
He was too slow-John asked me
first" The tenderness in hes voice
hurt the mother-it was John who
vas too slow. She hoped the girl
might not show her love until il was
asked for. What was TO be done?
As she paused she saw Avis lean her
fair head over the pink roses and
murmur:
You darling, Bit sometimes l.
wish YOU were red, red roses A
wish which was food for reflection
t. the mother mind
Avis. all smiles, went to the play,
her dark young cavalier bending
a6oringly ever her, shutting her out
from anything, anybody but himself,
selfish with the supreme selfishness
OF young love.
The nexr day marked change
IN things. Guy Hardin called in the
afternoon and outdid himself in in
teresting the girl He rallied her into
taxing long walk with him Al
dusk, as he left her again at her door .
and swung laushingly off, florists
boy handed hes long slender box.
Guy turned back al her exclamation
as she opened il and took out single
exquisite red rose. She breathed her
delight.
Oh, Guy How lovely of YOU.
he had cone back to stand beside her
il the doorway.
What's lovely OF me? TO love
YOU? Oh the flowers? is my card
with IT, / refuse to own the blossom
it S not good enough 10 send you,
Avis. Think, a Nee red rose to-
you He laughed and left her. But
She treasured the rose, not showing
il 10 her mother ii upstairs
with her. And AT twilight the next
cay came another, and thereafter
each dusk brought the girl one per
iect red lose--wlth no card.
Guy s,eadfastly denied knowledge
OF them. Avery still sent the pink
ones as of yore. Finally one evening
when he called she was sitting before
the fi-c with glowing red blossom
I her blre belt Avery's eyes opened.
What's this?" he questioned light
H. Wearing the wrong rose
Can n rose be wrong? Then why
send it,? she parried.
II admit send it--that's why it's the
wrong rose--pink's the color o. love.
the books say--my color for you.
Whence the led?"
"rhey come every niglt-with no
eald | believe you send en- Guy de
eiares he doesn't suspected him
'S,en. lightly, she changed the sub
ieci, while the young mans wrath
rose within him II Guy Hardin dared
to send her>-then the bell rang, and
"a moment Guy himself entered
the room He greeted Avery cheer
fully. sat down. and simply proceed
Ct, TO stay and moveover TO make the
girl and the girls mother glad that
he did He interested. amused,
claimed and got attention
Il was early when John Avery rose
and declared II time to 60
so early? Wait awhile longer and
III go with you, Avery"