Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1850-1854, 1853-12-30

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The poor old woman trembled nervously.
"Harry told me to keep it for his sake" she
whispered to her daughter, who bent fondly
over her.
"Does Harry love q flower better than your
health and comfort?" pleaded Harry's sister
A long debate was carried on in low tones,
while Harry Swayne endeayored to look as
though he were hundred miles off, listening
to nothing. But the loving accents of the girl
debating with her mother tenderly, caused
MIR. Swayne-a stout and true-hearted Young
fellow of twenty-fve-to feel that there were
certainly some new thoughts and sensations
working in him. He considered it important
to discover from her mothers manner of ad-
dressing her, that the name of the young wo-
man was Susan. When the old lady at last
consented, with sigh, to Georges offer, he
placed ten guineas on the table beside the
needlework, and only stole one glance at Su-
san as he babe goodbye and took the flower
pot away, promising again earnestly that he
would bring back to them the first good cut
ting that took root.
George Swayne then, having the lawyers
almost put out of his head, carried the plant
home, and daily busted himself in his green
house over the multiplication of his treasure.
Months went by, during which the young
gardner worked hard and ate sparely. He
had left to himself but five pounds for the
general maintenance of his garden; more was
needed, and that he had to pinch, as far as
he dared, out of his humble food and other
necessaries of existence. He had, however,
nothing to regret. The cuttings of the flow
er-bells throve, and the thought of Susan was
better to him that roast beef He did not
again visit the widows house. He had no
right to 90 there, until he went to redeem his
promise.
A year went by, and, when the next July
came, George Swayne's garden and green
houses were in the best condition. The new
plant had multiplied by slips, and had thriy-
en- more readily than he could have ventured
to expect. The best plant was set by until
it should reach the utmost perfection of bios
som, to be carried in redemption of the prom
ise made to widow Ellis. In some vague
way, too, Mr.. Swayne now and then ponder
ed whether the bells it was to set ringing af-
ter all the bells Of Stepney parish church,
certain. Not that he thought of marrying
the pale girl, whose blue eyes he had only
seen, and whose soft voice he had only once
heard; but he was young fellow, and he
thought about her, and young fellows have
their fancies which do now and then shoot
out in unaccountable directions.
A desired event happened one morning
The best customer of Swaynes nursery ground
the wife of city knight, Lady Salter, who
had a fine seat in the neighborhood, alighted
from her carriage at the garden gate. She
had come to buy flowers for the decorations
of her annual grand summer party and George
with much perturbation, ushered her into his
greenhouse, which was glowing with the erin
son and purple blossoms of his new plant
When Lady Salter had her admiration duly
heightened by the information that there were
no other plants in all the country like them
that in fact, Mr.. Swayne's new flowers
were unique, she instantly bought two slips
at a guinea each and took them home in tri-
umph. Of course the fiower~bells attracted
the attention Of her guests; and of course she
was very proud to draw attention TO them
The result was that the carriages of the great
people Of the neighborhood so cogged up the
road at Swayne's nursery day after day that
there was no getting by them. George sold,
for a guinea each, all the slips that he had
potted keeping only enough for the continu-
ance Of his trade, and carefully reserving his
finest specimen. That in due time he took
to Harry's mother.
The ten guineas added to the product of
1 lal,n Cho bol =,
had maintained the sicky woman through
the winter; and, when there came to her a
letter one morning in July in Harry's dear
scrawl posted from Portsmouth, she was half
restored to health. lie would be with them
in day or two he said. The two women
listened in a feverish state for every knock at
the green door. Next day knock came :;
but 1t was not Harry. Susan again opened
to George Swayne. He had brought their
tlower-beIls back; and, apparently, handsom-
or than ever. lie was very much abashed
and stammered something; and, when he came
in, he could find nothing to say. The hand
some china vase, which he had substituted
for the widow 5 tioWerpot, said something how
ever, for him. The widow and her daughter
greeted him with hearty smiles aud thanks !;
but he had something else to do that to re
turn them-something of which he seemed
to be exceedingly ashamed. At last he did
it. II mean no offence" he said "but this
is much more yours than mine" He laid
upon the table twenty guineas. They refus-
ed the money with surprise; Susan with ca
gerness. He told them his story; how the
plant had saved him from the chance of be-
ING turned out of his home; how he was ma
king money by the flower, and how fairly he
considered half the profits to be due to its
real owner. Thcreupon the three became
fast friends and began to quarrel While
they were quarrelling there was a bouncing
knock at the door Mother and daughter
flew TO the door; but Susan stood aside that
Harry might go first into his mothers arms.
''Heres fine chime of BELLS said Harry,
looking at his plant after few minutes
why it looks no handsomer in the West In
dies. But where ever did you get that splen-