The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1910-07-29

museum. These Enclosures would be
made up Of faded flowers, memoranda,
bits Of lace and occasionally letter,
And among those letters there would
be found some that would wreck the
peace OF families. A librarian once
told me that every book returned to
the library was shaken and almost al.
ways something would drop out. How
many Of these articles could tell love
ssory7
Hero is one OF a rose:
amor was--a white rosebud
When ] was born I don't remember
any better than people remember when
they were born. was very young
when / was piucked, and that is the
earliest event in my life that recall.
Il was June morning, Juno 10 ull
tell lnter why know this. and most
or the dewdrops on me had been abb
aorbed by the air. A young man came
into the garden. He was barely nine
teen and as handsome as a picture
He wore no hat and the sunshine
poured IN and out OF his tumbled hair.
He looked about among us flowers as
II searching for one he especially
wanted. Then bis eyes lit on me. /
was the only bud just opened. He
plucked me and took me into the
house. After breakfast he put me In
bis buttonhole and. calling bis dog,
set out down the road. Presently he
stopped before house, on the piazza
OF which stood q girl. She, too, was
very young-only seventeen, fancy
and was dressed in pure white, not
bit Of color about her The young man
turned in at the gate aud Joined her.
~ have come to say goodby." he said.
Il am going away this afternoon to
take the position that has been offered
TO me-"
saw the girl change countenance.
don't think he noticed It, but you
know man has not the delicate per
ceptlVe faculties OF a white rose They
sat down together on wicker chairs
and chatted for a long while 1t seem
cd to me that he would have liked to
tell her that ha loved her. but some
reason interposed. probably the fact
that he was Just starting in life and
both were very young. At any rate, be
rose to 90 without having done so.
But he did the next best thing He
offered me to her and told her that II
she would keep me till he came again
he would have a secret to tell her.
She tried to look Indifferent when be
called bis dog and started back home
But as soon as he was well down the
road she ran into the house, taking me
with her. and UP to her room. where
she wept long while. Then she no
ticed me on her bureau. where she had
placed me, and put me In water
There / remained It'll she went to bed
Just before doing so she placed me IN
a book Of poems.
In the morning as soon as she awoke
she opened the book and kissed me-
Then, lest / should fall from between
the leaves. she pinned my stem to the
leaf. Under me she wrote June is.
This book Of poems was to be my
permanent home, very at dwelling
place for a white rose. The girl read
the book very often and always caress-
ed me when she did so. A year pass
ed. and when the next summer had
gone she wrote under me on the mar
gin Of the page:
a ayxy4fY ha na4~av nrfyaa -
Years passed. don't know how
many. perhaps ave or six-and be did
not come. Then the girl went away,
leaving me with her other favorites.
More years passed One day man
came into the room where was and
packed all the books, the one | was in
among the number, and they were
carted away. When the box contain
Ing me was opened man took out my
book dwelling and placed II on shelf
OF shop with other books.
| must have been by this time eight
or ten years old. At any rate, my
leaves were yellow and brittle, though
nv stem was still firm. One day a
man came into the bookshop and
asked II they had certain book of
poems. was taken down and handed
TO him. he opened the cover, and
when he saw the name written on the
nyIeaf felt his hand tremble. Then
be turned over the leaves till he came
to the page to which had been PIN
ned His fingers clutched the book In
sort Of spasm.
How muchi" be asked the shop
keeper.
"Oh. you can have that for 10 cents
The purchaser tossed bill on the
aouuter and. forgetting his change,
hurried away. The shopman called
after him. but he did not hear.
I didn't recognize the purchaser TIL
he saw me In the shop and what was
written under me- Then knew him,
despite full beard he wore He took
the book md ME to his room IN bach
elor quarters. and there remained
week. Then one day he wrapped US
carefully IN paper and took as to an
other city on train. We there entered |
a house. and in few moments a lady
entered. The man looked at her and
said:
Il have come at last"
The lady looked at him and uttered
little cry He handed the book to
her, open at the page to which was
pinned. and my dear mistress and
looked each other 10 the face again.
now live with the two. who are
married. and am considered the most
precious thing IN the house.