The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-09-02
all the time. She can't sit up or walk at

all the time. She can't sit up or walk at
ALL"
"I knew there was a story connected
with those daisies" thinks the lady,
much pleased at her own skill in guessing.
Sand you gathered these daisies for
herT
"Yesm. I'm gofn' to set 'em out
when i get home"
eyes? Where do you liveT
He named the street, and, upon fur
Their inquiry, the number. No matter.
A good many ragged little urchins are to
be met with in that quarter.
Next day the lady came in her car
riage and climbed fight after fight OF
dirty stairways till she found the room
where Dolly and her brother lived.
The boy was in school, the mother. was
out washing, and so the weak little voice
that said "come in" when the lady
knocked, was Dolly's. There she was,
all alone, lying on lounge under the
open window, her face as white, almost,
as the pillows. On the window sill, in
an earthen jar, was the bunch of daisies.
Now there was certain sadness in the
lady's eyes, as though it were possible
that she, too, had known sorrow. Perhaps
it was this that, in spite of all her ele-
gance, made slender bridge across the
wide gulf between herself and Dolly;
and the latter, after the first brief
embarrassment, did not fear to give her
confidence. So it all came out by piece
meal, her pitiful little story; how her
father, brakeman, had been killed by a
Railroad accident, and her mother had
had such a hard time supporting the
little family, that Dolly, ambitious to
help, had gone into a factory at too
tender an age and injured herself by
overwork. And then very good, kind
doctor had found out about it, and had
been trying to help her, and would take
nothing for his services. And when she
had got so far there came another rap at
the door.
"Oh, that must be him now I" she ex-
claimed, her eyes Frightening. And
when he came in and the lady glar ced
up and saw him, how strange that they
both should seem so surprised and turn
so pale, and that the lady should clutch
DOlly's pillow nervOusly, and then with
a great sigh fall in heap on the floor!
Dolly wished she could do something
to help, but she had to lie there perfectly
useless, while the doctor brought water
and did everything he could to restore
her visitor. But she thought she had
never read any novel so delightful as it
was when the lady at last opened her
eyes and moaned in heart-broken voice
go, Richard, Richard I! will you forgive
meW And he held her very close fol
a moment and kissed her eyes and her
lips, and her forehead, and whispered
something in her ear.
Well, whatever it was all about it is
certain there must have been misun.
derstanding of some sort; perhaps the
lady had been naughty or coquettish
one could only guess, and the meeting
and altogether had brought about a re.
Cancellation.
But never day after that, as Dolly
lay on her lounge through the long
hours, was she in want of charming
books and pictures for entertainment, OF
of dainty dishes to coax her appetite
And very often the lady came to visit
her, and as sure as she came the doctor
would chance to call. And what with
the mystery and the guessing it was a
most beautiful bit of romance to Dolly
and her mother and brother. And when
by and by they were called upon to dis
pose of a package of wedding cake, who
had better right to it than they?
When Dolly turns her eyes toward the
window, what is it that prevents hel
from seeing the rear ofthe dreary, dingy
ac.aI.l 1Innb % hrsolya hrnlrar
panes, and loose, swinging blinds, and
the rows of encountered clothes-linel
upon which it looks? Why, wreathine
ivy-vine, and the brightest of geranium'
and pansies, and the whitest of lilies ant
the sweetest of roses and pinks ant
heliotrope. But where is the bunch o
daisies? Why, when the lady brought
the others she begged for that anC
carried it home with her, and it is at thi
moment poisoning in her boudoir.