Great Falls tribune. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1921-current, 1922-06-27
WINIFRED BLACKS
" C ARTICLE
"A JAsMINE.CovERED HOME"
Copyright 1922. BY Newspaper Fatre Services

Such a little bit of a hotP it was,
and brown-a kind of a rust brown
shingled from top to toe ant the roof
and the doors were green. a sort of
faded green that had seen the wind and
the weather and showed il.
And the steps sagged n we bit and
you could tell by looking at the win
dows that they ratified whene'cr there
was a high wind.
The floor of the porch was not as
smooth as it might be and scmt little
chubby hand had written up and down
the pillars and then had rubbet It out
and then written again and altogether
real estate agent would have
taken the least interest in the place.
not as n nice spick and span, brand
new proposition
But dear me. how beautiful it vas-
the little brown house with the faded
green roof and the weather-b,a.en
green door and the shaky windows,
There were lilacs at the gate tos,e-
gin with-on each side. A purple lac
bush on the right and a white bushson
the left and the way those lilacs SWING
their perfumed censors-it was as Il
they were altar boys. worshipping Il
the altar of the little brown hoLs.
with the faded roof. A
Myriads of Blossoms RI
And up the little walk to the front
door there were pinks and daisies-and
little, green. stiff. self-important
things. like green pasteboard roses
we used to call them 'hen and chick
ems How they do love to border
a path and hold all the gay, luxuriant,
careless flowers in prim. regular order.
~ .N,-, l,tyla ~ - ,,ntrf Ihny, N t,
the policemen of the flower garden, the
little green hen and chickens. all giving
notice Of everybody TO keep off the
grass
And there were roses. too. great
single red roses with yellow stamens.
and they smelled of all outdoors and
blushed away as if the whole world
were making love to them. White
roses. too, little button one and pref
test of all, yellow roses.
"Cinnamons'' the children called
them-but the real glory of the little
brown house was the jasmine.
The South Sea Island jasnine-all
Scared with milky blossoms-how they
poured down over the roof and Ieaped
up over the sides Of the little brown
house like great beautiful waves break
ing upon a rock.
Such myriads of generous blossoms.
Look at the little brown house"
the jasmine seemed to say. Isn't it
the prettiest house in the world? We
couldn't grow anyhere else as we do
here, See the shape of that roof
what fun it is to creep up around the
windows and make a thick mat Of
green and white on the brown
shingles. Oh. we've found the right
place to grow-make no mistake about
that, We wouldn't be anywhere else
in the world
And the little brown house fairly
giggled over the jasmine.
I'm meek and I'm mild, and I'm
modest and I'm plain the little brown
house seemed to say. But who ever
bad such a crown Of jasmine, there
must be something nice about me or
the jasmine wouldn't love me So"
And ] thought of the plain little
woman and the wild rough man she
loves so dear, so very dear.
Because She Trusts Him
And how she overs up his faults
and hides his imperfections. aud fibs
about his shortcomings and looks up
at him with worshipful eyes and yet
all the time she understands him with
the deep loving understanding that a
woman gives to her own child, and just
because she loves him so and trusts
him so completely, he is going to grow
into the very man she believes him
to be.
I'm glad | saw the little brown
house with the faded green roof and
the jasmine pouring Owe it like a
cascade 81 beauty.
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