The New Orleans bulletin. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1874-1876, 1875-07-11
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BACHELORS BUTTON.

. and balmy the air Every breeze brought
: peculiar perfume--every zephyr murmur'
: its own low music. The very clouds SCENE
! to float luxuriously along the unfathomt
: surface of the sky and the swallows dippe'
, and rose, and circled around and around wit
3 glad cries, as if they exulted in the bare fa
. Of living while the sedate crows, sittin
7 darkly upon neighboring pine, cawed the
approval of the bright condition Of thing
, this beautiful morning in June.
Some appreciation Of these facts foate
through the contented mind of little COLDER
haired Daffodil, as she skipped on in from
turning with many burst of merriment t
her upgainly companion. Glover, who fo
lowed her steps with watchful affection.
Dear little Daffodilly -
"Fair knowledge to her eyes it's ample page,
Rich with the spols Of Time, did ne'er unroil .
She was only field flower, and had neve
enjoyed the advantages Of city life and educa
ton. But for all that, many an eye ha'
watched her progress lovingly from it'll
wee blossom, until now, when new beautie
we're unfolding with every leaf, and the field,
smiled again as she passed.
No rouge brush had ever soiled her sof
cheek; no thoughts of fashion troubled tina
innocent head. And such head wealth
of golden hair where the brightest rays o.
noon lay fingered, and for not one tint Of
which was she indebted to any art save that
Of Natures kindly hand.
Mo- she was jus. simple country las.
sic; yielding to every breeze of impulse,
swayed with every caprice that stole through
that bright little noddle of hers. But. alb
she was the pride and the pet of all the
meadow circle, and it was even said the great
sun had paid her particular attention, and
smiled more warmly and kindly upon her
than on any of her companions.
As for the moon, kind lady, how she loved
bending stem, of soft May night
Admirers could such being live without
being loved She had them by the score.
Why. there was little Johnny Pansy, in his
gay suit, like Josephs coat OF many colors,
and the great red-faced Tiger Lily, and
but she refused them all. Better than to listen
to their soft batteries, she loved to roam the
fields, as she was doing to-day, with her awk-
ward. homely cousin Clover, who helped her
over all the wet places and spread his great
round leaves over her when it showered.
Poor, simple Glover He had always been
an unsightly child, from those very first days
when he played around his mothers feet and
Spattered himself with mud every time it
rained, and his shock of deep auburn hair
had gained for him, among his playmates,
the soubriquet of ''Red- Headed Clover"
But he was good natured as the day was
long, and those who knew him best, knew
that head, ridiculed and unprepossessing as
it was, sheltered many a kind and honest
thought. And the bees, always instinctively
right were attracted by the unusual sweet
ness Of his disposition, SO that scarcely day
passed but they sought him out and kept up
quite buzz of conversation, telling him of
what they had seen in their interminable
journeys through the woods.
He and Daffy had grown up together
almost on the same spot of ground-and he
could not remember the time when she was
not dear to him. But he never told her of
It, supposing, of course, she knew that he |
loved her.
And she, stealing away from all her gay |
would go out for a romp in the |
fields with him, never questioning of love, |
but only knowing that with him she felt safe
md happy.
Alas that such a bright dream should
rave SO rude an awakening But it came
hat very June day, and the sun was dark
med, the birds ceased to sing, and the fra
rance went out of poor Clover's heart, when
supercilious Dandelion, putting up his eye
'lasses to observe the passing beauty, crossed
'ver, and introduced himself to Daffodil
Said, he had often heard of her, and had
vusc hnI kN b hos os,,kos
o had left his home by the conservatory,
urned his back upon all the gorgeous flowers
f the hot-house to see and talk with her.
Poor little Daffodil trembled very much at
rst, and was very shy, pressing close up to
,lover's side, and never once raised her eyes
0 Dandelion's face. But she grew less timid
fter awhile, as he strolled along at her side,
hating of all the delights of city life of
be gay bathrooms he had been in, and the
,vely dresses worn there, until finally, at
)andelions suggestion, she said, blushingly,
nat she would not trouble Cousin Glover
} follow her any longer. He must have
leasanter things to do, she was sure, and
ow that Mr.. Dandelion was with her, she did
OF feel at all afraid"
Poor Glover the shock was cruel but he
1rned away Without word, and not until he !
as hidden in the hedge did he bury his face
! his hands and weep.
Many summers sun has shone since then, /;
nd still Glover fingers around the dear !
,enes of his youth. Although he never mar !
ed, he does not say bitter things about the .
eartlessness and falsity of the other sex, nor )
fuse to believe in the sincerity and graft :
de of friendship. His nature was too good +
be spoiled. and the little Cowslips and But :
rcups recognise the unfailing kindness of :
8 heart, when they court his ready smile, !
i'd play around his slippered feet.
He is respected and loved by all that know :
m, and his old cronies, the bees, still stay | i
oment as they 60 by, freighted with honey,
give good day, and pass kindly word Of y
'-sip with him.
No one calls him 'tRed- Headed Cover" now, n
1t he is known to all the meadow train as y
Old Bachelors Button a.
His hair is still red, but it is thinner than 4
was, and streaked with white and gray, and h
5 form is somewhat bent as he walks the a
Ids, looking for the indications of coming y
inter-, or of that dread reaper, before whose Il
sparing scythe both flowers and men must -
" when the harvest is ripe to the gath 9,
ing. a
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