The Lake County star. [volume] (Chase, Mich.) 1873-current, 1875-07-29

81. Nicholas.
A BUNCH OF DAIsIEs.-His shoes were
out AZ the toes, his trousers were out at
the knees, his jacket was out at the ell
bows. In his hand was bunch of daisies,
roots and all. How tightly he grasps
them, lest he might drop even one, smell
ing now and then of the large white bios
SONS. He had wandered far out into the
fields this Sunday afternoon, and plucked
them by the wayside. So far indeed had
he gone that he must need pay his last
five cents, earned selling newspapers, for
a ride home on the street cars.
A lady came out at one of the avenues.
"Such little ragamuffin !" she mentally
exclaimed, carefully adjusting her silken
skirts so as to avsid contact, as she took
the seat beside him, the only vacant
place. Then she noticed the flowers.
Then she glanced down at the boys rosy
cheeks and caught all insiant's flash from
his deep blue eyes. She was interested.
For what possible reason could he prize
those weeds so highly? She had lively
Imagination. She Immediately begau to
conjecture. Presently, unable to restrain
her curiosity, she asked:
"YOu have some daisies there, I see.
Did you find item growing wildT'
"Yes'm," he replied, blushing, halt
laughing in shamefaced way, and peer.
ing around to see whether Jack ard
Andy, companions in his ramble, who had
been poking fun at him all along OF &C.
count of the bouquet" as they called it
10 ,t,At' ts,n Ixa<,I
ing on. No; they were just then col
templating the array of oranges, bananas,
and pine-apples on fruit stand. So the
lady might be as inquisitive as she
pleased.
"You love flowers very much, do
your"
"Yes'm; but notso we'll as Dolly does ?"
"Dollyw
"Yes'm, that's my sister,"
"Ah, your sister. Is she as old as
yon w
"Yes'm, she's three years older, but
she's lame. She has to keep lying down
all the time. She can't sit up or walk at
ALL"
"I knew there was stony connected
with those daisies" thinks the lady,
pleased at her own skill in guessing.
"And you gathered these for hcrw
Yes'm. Pm going to set 'em out
when l git home"
eyes? Where do you live ?"
He named the street, and, upon further
inquiry, the number. No matter. A
good many ragged little urchins are to be
met with in that quarter.
Nov< Ioy tho In, m ~, hor 10 no
and climbed flight after flight of dirty
stairways till she found the room where
Dolly and her brother lived.
The boy was in school, the mother was
out wa1hlng, and so the weak little voice
that said "come in" when the lady
knocked was Dolly's. 1nere she was, all
alone, lying on a lounge under the open
window, her face as white, almost, as the
pillows. On the window sill, in an earth.
en- jar, was the bunch of daisies.
Now there was a certain sadness in
the lady's eyes as thong h it were pc, sible
that she, too, had known sorrow. Per.
haps it was this that, in spite of all her
elegance, made a slender bridge across
the wide gulf between herself and Dolly
and the latter, after the first brief en-
barrassment, did not fear to give her con.
fidence. So it all came out by piece.
meal, her pitiful little story how her
father, brakeman, bad been killed IN a
railroad accident land her mother had had
such hard time supporting the little
family that Dolly, ambitious to clip had
gone into factory at too tender an ace
and injured herself by overwork. And
then very good, kind doctor had found
out about IL, and had been trying to help
her, and would take nothing for his ser.
vices. And wren she had got so fal
there came another rap at the door.
"Oh, that must be him now" she
cried, her eyes Frightening. And when
he came in and the lady glanced Up and
saw him, low strange they should both
seem so sui prised and turn 10 pale, and
that the lazy should clutch Dolly's pill
low nervously, and then with gieat
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 d;u everything he could to restore
her visito-. Eut she thought she had
never lead any novel so delightful as il
was W. en- the LADY, at last opened hel
eyes and moaned in feart-broken voice
go Richard, Richard will you forgive
me % And he held her very close for 6
moment and kissed her eyes and her lip!
and her forehead, and whispered some
thing in ! er ear.
Well, whatever it was all about it i,
certain there must have been misunder
standing of sore sort; perhaps the lady
had been naughty or cOquettish; ont
could only guess, and the meeting ant
all together had brought about recon
Citation.
But never day after that, as Dolly lay
on her lounge through the long hours
was she in want of charming books ant
pictures for entertainment, or of dainty
dishes to coax her appetite. And very
often the lady came to visit her, and a
sure as she came the doctor would chanct
to call. And what with the mystery ant
the guessing it was a most beautiful bi
of romance to Dolly and her mother ant
brother. And when by and by they wer'
called upon to dispose of package o
wedding cake, who had better right II
it than they?
When Dolly turns her eyes toward TIT
window, what is IL that prevents he
from seeing the rear of the dreary, d'ngy
squalid block of bricks, and broken panes
and loose, swinging blinds, and the row
Of encountered clothes-lines upon which
it looks? Why, a wreathing ivy-vine
and the brightest of geraniums ant
pansies, and the whitest Of lilies and TIT
sweetest of roses and pinks and hello
trope. But where is the bunch o
daisies2 Why, when the lady brough
the others she begged for that and car
ried it home with her, and it is at thi
moment blossoming in her boudoir.
CAN THE TELEGRAPH SING ?-Th'
birds are quite in a state of excitemen
up our way over a new invention tina
has come to their knowledge. 1t /
called Gray's Telephone, and it under
takes to sing by telegraph What sa.
you to that, my chicks? Yes, they sa.
ithums "Home Sweet Home" "Yanke
Doodle" and on Sundays, Old Corona
ton "-hums them 80 we'll that any on
listening can tell the tune to Gel