Two Copies Received 



FEB 4 1903 



V Copyright Entry 



cuss XXc.No 



copy B, 



HOME AND FLOWERS 



YoL. XIII 



FEBEUAEY, 1903 



N"o. 4 



fTRlBVTEs/' ROSES 



'What is this that hath made the rose,— 

 Gray roots and an earthy clod? 



Rather — the sunshine, rain and dew, 

 And— the breath of God." 



—Madeline S. Bridges. 



T 



HIS is her window, my lord. Here, 

 where the red rose blooms the 

 freest." 



"Art sure, Gaspard? I would not sing 

 to any but mine own love." 



"Sure as death, my lord, if her maid 

 has not lied. I have fetched and carried 

 all the day long to get this certain news. 

 Xot an honr ago since the one long and 

 two short candles were placed in the win- 

 dow she promised me as sign." 



" 'Tis well. Tomorrow thou shalt take 

 another piece of silver. Leave me. But 

 watch thon. Let not another lover take 

 me unawares whilst I am singing." 



Twanging a few chords upon his guitar, 

 the vounsr Count Philibert de la Marche 



BY JESSIE- MGOOB. 



A STORY OF OLD FRANCE * 



then sang the serenade that has charmed 

 maidens for nearly a thousand years. The 

 pure, beautiful tenor voice was recognized, 

 and windows flew open along the palace 

 front, and laughter and soft clapping of 

 hands greeted the last verse, so truly did 

 it portray the young man's well-known 

 feelings. 



Before the last notes had sounded the 

 window above him opened widely, and 

 Marie Dubuisson's fresh young voice ad- 

 dressed her lover in this severe manner : 



"Art thou not ashamed, Monseigneur, 

 to employ thine hours of work in vain 

 gallantry ? Tomorrow thou wilt be called 

 upon to defend, before parliament, the 

 honor and possessions of orphans, and here 

 thou art spending thine hours in idle 

 pleasure. Look about thee ! See the 

 lights in the windows of the other mem- 

 bers preparing themselves for ' the duties 

 thou art called upon to fill. Go and im- 

 itate them." , 



Was ever lover so flouted? For an in- 

 stant Count Philibert was choked with 

 anger. But there was an excellent head- 

 piece carried over the light heart that 

 beat in the young man's breast. Besides, 

 his love for Marie was no passing whim, 

 but a deathless passion. Moving into the 



[*The first of a series of stories on the dramatic events in history in which flowers and trees 

 have figured.] 



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