The Washington times., 1914-02-21

not have much to say TO any
one. and so the other flowers called
her proud and naughty.
| Just because she has such beautiful
| red petals she need not be SO FRO Id,
said the white rose. ''T am sure my rer-
fume is as sweet as lIeis and my peta s
as soft
| "T am a great deal taller than she is. "
said a hoily-hock. and | am as beau
! uful. too. | am sure. for i am AS red
as her petals and have pink shades be-
sides. Yes. I think | am more beautiful,
but do rot take on the airs she does.
! All the flowers had a word to say for
/ then selves about their beauty and how
| modest they were in comparison to the
rec rose, but not word did she say
TO defend herself. In fact. she did no,
! hear them.
Red Rosc was thinking. She was
| thinking of her lover and his sweet
| words and caresses. for iied Rose was
ia love. and though her lover was in
Visible, she could hear his voice and be.
lie' ed in his undying love.
II should like to know what keeps
Red Rose so vide awake at night" said
| the white rose one day. Il looked AT
! her the Iast thing before l closed my
/ peta last night, and she was a. wide
open as thorgh 1t was early morning.
III you were in love you would stay
j awake, too, perhaps" said the busn OF
pink flowers nearby. Il know why Red
Rose never notices us; she has a se-
cret."
A secret said all the flowers in
chcrus," what is it,
'Dh! ii would not be a secret L. we
all knew it, said the Pink Bush. Il
know she has a lover, and that Is ali.
do know the name of Red Rose 8
lover is her secret. and | do not think
we can learn it,
Il will find out if l have to stay
awake all night" sad the White Rose,
she is too naughty for any Use, and
l am going to learn the reason
So White Rose bloOmed her fullest. 80
she would not close and miss what was
happening. and that night when the
moon was streaming through the trees
and over the garden she listened and
watched. and this is what she heard
and saw:
Red Rose swayed softly to and fro
on her supple stem and sighed. lie Is
coming; lie is coIning-my lover and m >,
friend
Then from somewhere the whispering
came, Il am looking for you, love- with
the petals red and soft and the fra
GRANGE so divine
Il am signing; ! am calling to you.
sweet Red Rose. and now will cnfold
you with my soft, warm breath"
White Rose lifted her head and looked
at her rival. but she saw only Red Rose.
nothing near her: yet the Red Rose
sighed and said: My lover from the
south. | have waited long for you My
petals shivered without your sheltering
breath: you breath love into my heart
and make my fragrance sweeter with
your love.
'rf | could always stay beside you,
dear. and shelter you from all cold
bIcaths | could wish. but | must be on
my way. my love. and send warm
breath over many other gardens
Farewell. my love my sweet Red
Rose: watch for me tomorrow night;
will come to you"
White Rose looked but nothing could
she zee save the swaying of the Red
Rose on her supple stem; but she heard
her say: Il will wait. my love; your
warm. sweet breath is all i live for.
Goodnight, my lover from the south"
The white Rose heard a signing and
felt a warm breeze sweep past her.
Il know her secret" she said. lift
Ing her head with such force that her
petals dropped, one by one. to the