By Edna B. Carthaus
Great is the excitement going on in the Manor house, for today is the funeral of Lord DeVere. He leaves a daughter
about eighteen years of age, who is the heiress of all that he possessed.
She is a beautiful girl, has a very fair complexion, beautiful eyelashes, and hair that is chestnut brown.
She is sitting by the side of her father's coffin (she makes a beautiful picture as she sits there, such as
artists delight in painting). She is sobbing and uttering these words, "I am alone now and have nobody to care for
me." All at once she hears some one say, "Do not say that, for I am here to take care of you." As she looks up
she sees a very handsome man looking at her; it is her father's second cousin, Captain Shaw. "Oh, Captain
Shaw!" she exclaimed, "I thought I was here alone!" "You were until a few minutes ago; but my dear girl, you
will make yourself ill always sobbing and crying. Come with me, and we will go down and have a walk in the garden."
It is three weeks after the funeral. Captain Shaw is walking in the woods; he is very sad for he is thinking of Rose
(for that is the name of Lord DeVere's daughter.) Since the funeral he has learned to love her dearly, and now he
must leave her, for duty calls him. He would like to give her something-something that would show his love for her.
Jewelry? No, for she would not care for that for she has plenty.
As he still walks along he spies a flower in the distance. He walks toward it and his first thoughts are, "How
much that flower reminds me of Rose, for it has the tint of her cheeks, and above all, it looks so pure and simple,
like my Rose."
He then plucked he flower and carried it to Rose and said, "Rose, I found this flower in the woods. I give it to
you because I love you, and it means love. I do not know its name but we will call it the rose for it reminds me of
you." Ever after this the flower was called the rose, and it has always meant love.
(Note: This story was included in the booklet, The Origin of Flowers, which was written in June 1906)
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