Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1913-03-30

sa~@SASzS was great GlOire de Dion that covered
the back of the house from the veranda
clear up to the quaint little damondpaned windows of
Miss Ameia's room; while down at the far end where
the garden dipped to meet the and you could catch
through the powered splendor very gmpses OF Father
Thames and the slow gliding of an occasional swan,
there great that fairly made the eye drunk
with color.
Miss Amelia, standing the upper step of the
da with the wondrous Goire de Dion making sort of
Dresden china frame for her demure faded prettiness
looked tendery the glowing garden, her mild eyes
dwelling lovingly the stretches of gorgeous bloom,
the laden arches, the cleaning river, and the gliding
swans and the corners OF her mouth quvered pathetic
ally, like the sensitive mouth of scoded child
at will be very hard to lose it-almos hard as to
lose Heaven ITSELF she greved putting her thoughts
into words, as they who have passed the summertime
of life apt do OCCASION when the heart
full and the hand lies the latch of mernorys door.
ooh, my roses | never thought there would come a
time when should have to live without you Bears!
You all have to link to those faroff other days
and that they going takeevenyou from mel!
The quiver1ng mouth quivered itself up into tight
pucer of little creases and her throat moved crously,
if she endeavorng to swallow something; and
after two feeling that she at last
burdened she looked nervously her shoulder to
Miss Phoebe was about and likely to be witness,
and gathering up her skirts stepped quickly down from
the veranda and ptoe the lawn and round
the bend of a curv1ng path
Here screened from the house by all that riot of
roses near the gardens end, there quaint old
pergola with the shining lying at the foot of the
banks slope side of it, and the other open
space ringed round with trees where gray old
it and streaking long shadow across its placid
changeless face.
Miss Amelia took refuge in the green dusk Of that
pergola dropping weakly upon big rustic chair, and
let all her find outlet in tears 1t relief to
let them she had held them in check for many,
many years But today when all other sacrifices were
as nothing in comparison, when the dear old home must
be left the treasured lost the magic garden the
sacred garden which had known the glory of his
presence the fall of his foot Her thoughts swung of
she turned her sweet old face and her dim old eyes
toward the ower-crowded trees, and reached her
arms to them girl to flower.
"My roses!" she cried. "Oh, how can | live without
you, when my heart is at your roots!"
FOR all its dainty setting it without its sordd
touch this tragedy of her love for the roses; and
its genesis lay far back the days of her long vanished
youth.
She could not have told had she tried Just when her
love for John Carboys had its beginning for. despite
the fact that she nearly four years his senior they
had been playmates together children.
His father and hers had been friends from boyhood,
and the links of that friendship had weakened
long both lived. But there never any thought
of borrowing leaf from the old storybooks and unit
ing the two families by the bond of marriage They
just sober practical retired Captains, with
out grain of sentiment shadow of romance, to
share between the pair of them Then too, John was
just handsome, Irresponsible laughing boy, who took
life very much the butterfly takes it-payng court
all flowers and showing preference for any par
tcular one. And who would dream Of such splendid
vagrant soaring past the and lilies settle upon
of the two unatractive "buds that boomed in the
Priory gardeno
Certainly not Miss Amelia She would have
looked for him to pay court to her cousin Phoebe who
had been lame from birth and wholly dependent upon
her uncle for a home to fancy that he likely to
cherish anything more than friendly feeling for her
self. 1t simply his good nature that led him to
make calls at the Prory and again. to brighten up
an odd day for the girls who lived there with
rheumatic old 1sea dog and had no companions of
lesser years and greater sprightliness 1t either
that that he took interest in Captain Lavenders
garden; for he himself madly enthusiastic the
subject of Indeed it because of his love for
them that Miss Amelia took to adding to her modest