The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1864-01-14
The Blue Flowers.
There's blue flower in my garden
The bee loves more than all
The bee and l, we love il both,
Though IL Is frail and small -

Though it is frail and small.' a n
ooh, jolly, jolly W ~
That was Aggie French's way o.
expressing satisfaction, and her com
panion looked up, expectant of news.
! "My letter is from Georgiana ASH
she explained. "You must have heard
of her-the handsomest blonde you
ever saw; eyes half blue, half amber
and hair neither brown, nor yellow.
nor red, but just exactly gold. The
fun is, Thorns used to be in love with
her before he knew little Alice Devon,
and they say she Tilted hint was be-
fore he came to his fortune-for a
richer suiter. Any way, she isn't mar
ried, and it will be curious to see how
Thorne will take her presence here in
this house, where there are so few OF
us that We can't help but be intimate.
Of course be can't run away and leave
Alice, and we shall see what we shall
see when my Lady Magnificent comes.
For my part, never did believe first
love disease quite SO easy to get over
as mumps and measles. Pm told
Thorne had it hard. 1 like stories in
real life great deal better than out of
books-they're twice as spicy. /
promise myself rare fun in watching
the romance" -l3 gVT
Quiet Mary Everett sighed, a little
sadly, but did not answer. She loved
Alice Devon, though their friendship
had been of weeks only, and the pros
pect of the coming ''fun" was far from
exhilerating.
Just then Alice came in so radiently
happy. Her brown hair tossed about
her primrose cheeks, her soft, innocent
brown eyes sparkling with pleasure,
and few rare wild flowers in her
hand. Thorne was behind her, look
ing on as she exhibited her treasures
with smile and an eyeglance which
revealed more than he was aware of
love and pride.
"See," cried the soft clear tones,
"you've been hunting in vain for these
little beauties all summer, and we've
found them. Do you smell the sea-
breath in them? We got them among
the rocks, where they look forever out
toward the waves, and at high tide the
water comes up among the roots. How
blue they are, just Ikea bit of sum-
mer sky. Pm going for them often,
and, since they are mine by right of
discovery, III call them treasure-trove,
for don't like those pollysyllable bot
any names"
She was pretty picture in her deli
cate morning dress, with her young,
innocent girls face, the round hat,
with its bunch of wild roses and mead
ow grass swinging from her arm, and
the blue flowers in her hand.
She and Thorne were happy enough,
both of them, to have moved any ten
der heart to let them dream on. But
Aggie French's heart was not tender.
Not that she was very cruel-only
thoughtless, fond of fun, and little
careless what wounds her selfindul-
gence might inf1ict. She looked
wickedly into Thorne's eyes and said |
81 had letter frem an old friend of
yours this morning-Miss Georgiana
Ash. She is coming here to-day or to.
She does not know she will
meet you. What pleasant surprise
it will be % - eonoI
1t was fortunate that Alice Devon
was busy just then with Mary Everett,
who was asking her some question
about her morning ramble. She was
spared from reading the signs which
revealed so much to Aggie French
the sudden quiver of Thorne's NOUS
tached lip, the bronzed face a few
shades paler, the smile that tried to be
careless and failed. Little Alice only
heard the cool answer:
"Ah, l haven't seen her for five
years. She used to be a stylish, hand
some girl. / wonder if she's faded.
She thought to herself that, for old
friends, her lover seemed to take very
slight interest in the prospective new
When they came in together again
from their afternoon walk, Thorne and
Alice, some trunks were in the hall,
with G. A. painted in black letters up
on their covers.
.The new guest, / suspect" Alice
said lightly. Thorne was too selfcon-
'cious to reply: He bit his lips and
was silent.