Jasper County Democrat, Volume 13, Number 25, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 July 1910 — How a Bride’s Roses Led Her to Tears [ARTICLE+ILLUSTRATION]

How a Bride’s Roses Led Her to Tears

Kansas city, mo.—when winie Boy got married he bought his wife flowers, of course. And after the wedding Mr. Willie Boy naturally decided to preserve the flowers to look at for all time by pickling them in alcohol. That was all right—it didn’t cost much, just $2 or $3 —but there was a 700-mile trip before Mr. and Mrs. Willie Boy got home. At first they decided they’d pack the treasure in the brass jardiniere ■“Art” sent and bring it home in the bottom of one of the trunks. Then Emaline —that’s her first name—remembered that among other things it might explode and ruin her perfectly good rosecolored dress that “Doc” went crazy over before she was married, and that there was a 26-inch willow plume in the same trunk, not to speak of a pretty coat, a lavender gown, a few more hats, a couple of hundred doodads or some more clothes. So the natural consequence came. Willie Boy carried the remains.

The Pullman was hot and Willie Boy thought of the explosion. No use leaving the jar out on the vestibule. It might break there. He wanted to stay in the Pullman, but he couldn’t. He had to stay outside and hold the pickled roses. Night came and Willie Boy was sleepy. He went to bed, but he didn’t sleep; he was too busy hanging the roses out of the window to keep the alcohol coot Kansas City came, and then home; Emaline walked into the house and Willie Boy followed with the pickled once-were roses. “What’ll we do with ’em?” he asked. “Why, put them in the attic, of course,” Emaline answered. Willie Boy hadn’t been married very long and he wasn’t independent. Still there surged into his face the blood of battle and his voice spluttered as he spoke. “A-at-tic?” he asked. “Will we? We won’t I carried those things 700 miles, and if they’re worth carrying that far they’re worth looking at, even if I don’t think they amount to much. Attic nothing. Mantel, that’s where they’re-' going, understand —mantel. Hear me?” And that’s the reason Emaline cried the first day she had got to her new home.