Norwich bulletin., 1913-06-21
lWritten speeially fer The BulletIl

(Written Specially fer The Bulletin.)
 HHew wonderful was the unvelun- tary exclamation which fell from her lips as Rose Hendricks paused in her morning ranble about the streets of her summer home In previous years she had gone to mere fashionable re- sorts fer the summer, but something led her to cheese a more quiet retreat this summer and she had found 1t in this suburban village not far from her own city. The sight before her justi- fled her praise, for she was standing roses. whose fragrance filled the air, and might well call forth admiration from any lover of flowers.
 Long living alone he'd led her into the habit of talking to herself, but this time she was overheard and received a reply.
 Are you fond of roses?'' responded a manly voice. Come inside and see them more closely. My mother will be glad to give you some. She is very proud of her flowers
 Not proud, my son. quiet voice was heard to say. Tt would ill become one of my faith to ,harbor pride. Thee is answering myself at my expense" ]" and a dame dressed in quaker garb came into view and addressed Rose.
 Come in, thee is welcome, and I shall be glad to give thee some of my roses"
 Rose availed herself of the offer. and soon stood in the midst of such a garden as she had seldom seen. A profusion of flowers of many other kinds than roses met her gaze on all sides, and she was more than delighted with the flowers and their quaint own CT.
 "Thee has no garden at home, per- haps," the placid voice went on, while with a liberal hand the quaker matron was cutting roses for her visitor. This garden has been mine for many years, and has been a source of great pleas ure to me-
 James" she called to her son, "cut some of those pinks for our friend"
 Then turning to Rose she said What shall I call thee? I am frend Smith son, and my son is James Smithson.'
 My name is Rose Hendricks" re- piled that individual, and my home is in a closely built city, so a garden like this is a great treat to me. How de- lightful these pinkS are. both white and pink. I've not seen so many in years"
 "They are great favorite with me- said MT. Snithson as he placed them in her hand. Then as she turned to resume her walk, with many thanks for their kindness, she was urged to come again by both mother and son.
 Where she was staying, her roses were much admired, and it was re- marked that she must have been call ing or Friend Smithson for no one else succeeded as she did with roses. She was also told that although Mrs. Smithson was devout Quakeress. her son was not affiliated with those people He belonged to what they termed the worlds people, having refused to meet all the requirements of the faith. He shared his mothers fondness for flow CTS, however, and was unfailing in his care for his mother. They made a very happy household and vied with each other in mutual devotion to each others interests. Every one admired the placid old lady, and was outspoken In praise of both her and her son, whom they all said no one could win from his mother.
 Rose was not long in accepting the invitation to come again to the Smith son home. There was something won derfully attractive to her in the quiet, gentle manners of the quaker matron, whose hospitality was evidently as sin cerely given as it was thankfully &C., cepted. The son she seldom saw, though he was the theme of his moth CTS conversation, who could not say enough in praise of her only child