Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1914-12-11
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Under the pink rose a soft pink
nRsh hloomed ON either OF the old
hdy's cheeks. Her eyes flashed with
unconquerable pride. and her square.
drm chin she held very high; for now,
indeed. she was filed with terror Of
what folks would say to this home
leaving. and 1t was bright June after
noon. too clear for an umbrella with
which to hide ones face from prying
neighbors. too late In the day for q
sunshAde.
Angy tucked the green-black affair
which served them as both under her
arm and swung Abe's figured old car
petbag In her hand with the manner Of
one setting out ON pleasant journey.
Abe, though resting heavily on his
stout, crooked cane. dragged behind
him Angy's little horsehair trunk upon
a creaking. old. unusually large toy
express wagon which he had bought
at some forgotten auction long ago.
The husband and wife passed into
the garden between borders Of box
wood, beyond which nodded the heads
of Angy's carefully tended, outdoor
"children"--her roses, her snowballs,
her sweet-smelling syringas, her wax
like bleeding-hearts and her shrub OF
bridalwreath-
"Jest a minute" she murmured. as
Abe would have FASTENED on to the
"a hA
kissed with furtive, half-ashamed pas
sion fluffy white spray of the bridal
wreath. Now overlapping the hus-
bands silk hat. the shrub had not
come so high as hrs knee when they
two had planted 1t nearly half-cen-
tury ago.
You're minei" Angy's heart cried
out 60 the shrub and to every growing
thing In the garden. You're mine. /
planted you, tended you, loved you
into growing. You're all the children
ever had, and I'm leaving YOU" But
the old wife did not pluck single
Siower, for she could never bear to see
q blossom wither in her hand. while
ell she said aloud was: I'm glad twas
Mis- Holmes that bought in the house.
They say she's great hand ter dig
In the garden"
Angy's voice faltered. Abe did not
answer. Something had caused q
swimming before his eyes which he
did not wish his wife to see; SO he
let fall the handle of the express
wagon and, bending his slow back.
pluolxed sprtg Of Goldman" Though
ne could not have expressed his senti-
ments in words. the garden brought
poignant reoollsctions OF the hopes
and promises which had thrown their
rose color about the young dayu Of his
marriage. His hopes had never bios
romed into fulAimsnt His promises
the weeds Of his own ineficiency.
Worse than this. the bursting into
bloom Of seeds Of selfish reckiessness
In himself was what had turned the
garden OF their Hfe into an arid waate-
And now, In their dry and withered
old age. he and Angy were being torn
up by the roots, flung as so much
EuDbt8n py the rO2dslue~
Mother, be dretful sorry ter take
yew away from your posies." muttsred
Abraham as he arose with his green
sprig In his hand.
With shaking fingers, Angy sought
y pin hidden beneath her basque. "Fa-
ther. shall pin yer Oldham in yer
auttonhoieS~ she Quavered. Then as
ne stopped for her to arrange the
posy. she whispered: 81 wouldn't care,
'cep& fer what folks must say. Les
hurry before any one sees us. told
everybody that we want a-gwine ter
break up till termorrer mornin'."
Fortunately, there was q way across
lots 60 the Old Ladies' home, an I'M
ereQuented by-path over field and
through q bit of woodland, which
would bring the couple almost unob-
served to side gate.
Under ordinary circumstances Ange-
Tine would never have taken this path:
cor e exposed her carefully patched
and newly polished shoes 70 scratches,
her fragile, worn silk skirt and stiff.
white pettiooat to bramhles. More
over. the dragging Of the loaded little
wagon was more difficult here for
Abraham But they both preferred
the narrower. rougher way to facing
enc curious ayes OF all Shorsvife now.
che plying windows OF the village
street.
AS the couple came TO the edge Of
Ehe woodland. they turned with ons
accord and looked back for the hast
glimpse OF the home Blazing gold
red against the kitchen window famed
eAe afternoon sunlight