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^ Evangeline! I like your name. Somehow it seems 

 quite fitting although you have not a rambler's 

 flower-name. But you are a rambler. Two of you 

 have been well tied to a double wooden arch painted 

 white, and in less than two Summers your rambling 

 spirit has completely covered all your arch's wooden 

 lattice. Yes, in less than two years you modestly 

 open your lovely buds, disclosing your ruffled petals 

 of so many shades of pink, wafting throughout the 

 rose-garden a fea^ of fragrance. 



^ Not far away is another arch on which American 

 Pillar grows, another remarkable rose, so well 

 known and universally admired it needs no praise 

 |i from me, doing its utmo^ to hide all trace of its 

 jj support as Evangeline has done, and succeeding 

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.j ^ Evangeline is an exceptional rambler from every 

 j| point of view. The ruffled over lapping petals of 

 deep, not shallow form, the gay golden ^amens, 

 the shining dark green foliage, each leaf of which 

 curves outward, the pale pink clu^ers, with their 

 almost countless blossoms, the long canes, so train- 

 able and produced so extravagantly. It would never 



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