Omaha daily bee., 1919-08-10

there is something more tnan mere
convention, there is feeling away
down deep in the heart of the one
that clings to the old-time roses.
THE common rich must have gar
dens and always in these gardens
our family grow in profusion. We
are bothered to death for our bulbs
and short roots, for what would Q
made-to- order garden be without
roses? So we have been elected by
years and years of obedience to
convention, the flower OF the COM
mon rich.
In these gardens, the owners hire
others to care for us, seldom on
never do they visit us, and here we
have no personal relation with the
family for whom we labor to bloom
with deepest reds. delicate plnks and
fairest yellows; yellows that even
rival the sunbeams in beauty as they
travel over the earth.
Cruel Shears. .
"ln such gardens we only see the
family when we become the victims
of cruel shears. When one of its
members comes stalking over the
lawn, carrying huge, ugly shears
shears possessed OF the most vicious
eyes; that grit their teeth at the
very sight of us, and that love to
cut us wildly off our bushes.
Such folks not only take our bios
SONS, but they cut our stalks as we'll
They cut us here and there, and
carry us in shabby market baskets to
the house, where we delight the eye
for few hours, and then die OF
thirst and longing.
And the garden, what a sight il
is whes they have left! 'Betty's eyes
are not so blue and her hair is out
OF curl is the gardens wall, when
left helpless after visit from the
flower mongrel, with the vicious
shears.
oh, how much we would all like
to live with the Soul, who stopped
,on the street one day and bought
every flower from the Flower-Ven-
der, because it hurt her inside tc
see them die.
Il can see across the garden in Z
shiny, lovely spot, shaded lightly
by the fine delicate branches OF I
willow, beautiful group of Cabbage
roses.
Their very warm and pleasing
color, a happy pink, their wholesome
and frank expression, charm as 9th
ers cannot, and they send Whit
of perfume here and there, that
fingers on and on.
A Trick of Fate.
1T is an unfair trick of fate, that
such a beautiful thing, possessed OF
rare and magic perfume, should have
to go through life universally known
by such an ugly name, and its true
birth-name, The Provence Rose,
must be known to, but few.
Near the garden gate, at the too'
of sweep of terraces, blossoms the
gorgeous Richmond rose.
She stands SO straigbt-always a
attention and is the first to say
word OF greeting to the garden Wis
itor.
Her delicate form, and close
growing petals make her beauttu
for bouquets. and by her fervic
color, she is the most sought afteI
of all the flowers of the garden BY
the little boy with the bow and ar,
row.
Il rarely lift my head, that dc
! not see this little boy strutting ovel
the garden, and selecting, oh, SC
carefully of her bloom. Sometimes
he will take only her very bigges
blooms, and then again | watch him
and he will select nothing but hel
close growing buds, depending OF
the message he wishes to send.
".And poor Richmond Rose. Sh'
is SO generous to little Cupid Never
does she object or even utter
word of pleading, A martyr to thu
cause, beautiful cause, she says
, and she lives and smiles on and he
ewes twinkle and sparkle with hel
hres of mystery and the message
she holds. She is so happy, she says
to carry such beautiful messages a
the little boy with the arrow give
her and she is so full OF secret
| that sometimes she is afraid she vii
lust have to burst.
at is a rare event, indeed, Whel
Lady Richmond is left at peace tt
enioy her own beautieA that lie re
fected in the little garden pool lylnt
by her side.
Cinnamon Rose.
"And over the fence across tn
road | see growing SO strong ait
healthily the Cinnamon Rose.
She is looked upon as a gardel
stray, | know, and that is why sh
grows by the roadsides and squeeze
under the fence. She is ragged an
small, and when her petals are drle'
she sends her cinnamon seen
strongly over the fields and aloni
| the roadsides, Yo she will not b
entirely forgotten, even though sh
is but a little garden stray:
"Ciose at my feet grow the SWee
Briar roses, and lovely row o
Musk roses.
"Our garden owes much to tia
Sweet Briar, for early in the year
almost with the first days OF til
spring. she gives forth her tragranc,
as a little welcome note to the buo
ding trees and the bushes. She
lavish also, with her bloom, an
coming so early in the year, sh
almost chases Old Man Winter ou
of the garden; and then, the Swee
Briar and the Musk rose are tn
only roses that will give their per
fun1e to the evening air, and that
why am so glad they grow so nea
to me.
And these are all the many, man
beautifu1 things | see, little boys an