The English Rose

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 07
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1975
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-26
Date Modified 2005-02-26
ID 325315
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Title The English Rose
Description through her garden, and as she stopped and bent down beside the roses. Her cheeks have the same warm pink as the flowers , and her eyes have the deep blue of the autumn sky. Her yellow hair has, at sunset, streaks of red and brown through it, and hangs warmly around her delicate features. Her hands are long and slender, her waist is small; she is indeed a picture of the lady she may have become. Often I thought of calling her "your ladyship" or "my lady," find even now I call her "Miss." One evening while Miss was in her rose garden, a caller came. As I opened the door, he said, "Good evening, Aggie. I must speak to you and your mistress at once." He followed me toward the garden. I quickened my step to reach the door first. "Miss," I called, "Mr. Hall is here. He says its terribly important--" "Terence!" my mistress exclaimed, "How pleasant to see you!" "Emily, I've got something important to say to you--to both of you." "What is it, Terence? You look troubled." "Emily," the young man said, "We've got to get out of here. All England hates. It's not safe to be a Mormon in England. We've got to make plans to go to Utah." "Why Terence, the idea is always with us. You think I'm stalling, don't you dear? We can't travel this way-two single people. We must be married before we set out." "'No, Emily, I won't let you go to Utah without a place to go to. I've got another plan. I'll go ahead of you, and work hard and have a place for you to come to. I'm ready now; I can leave tonight." He drew Miss close to him and wrapped his arms around her. "Don't cry, Emily. I think this is right. God will guide us, won't he? You must wait only six months; start counting tonight, and tomorrow one day will be gone already! Six months from tonight you leave too, and I will find you in Salt Lake City." He held my hand tenderly, then grasped Miss to him again. 'Kiss me, my love. Kiss me now and remember." I watched wide-eyed. He was filled with fire for her, and she was kindling for his flame. He kissed her once, then once more, then pulled himself away, and left quickly out the rear gate of the garden. Miss fell to her knees beside the roses and cried into her lap. "Miss?" I questioned. She looked up at me. "Oh come now, Miss. Is it so bad as that?" "Oh Aggie," Miss sighed, "He is really going now. I love him, Aggie, so much I want him to crush me with closeness, I want him to let me love him and help him, but he will not." She was silent a moment, then: "Except for you this wouldn't have happened. None of us would have heard the missionaries if you hadn't invited them in. And you heard them in secret till your baptism! We are narrow
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Identifier 025_The English Rose.jpg
Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 7
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-19
Date Modified 2005-02-19
ID 325294
Reference URL