Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1875-07-31

count OF the bouquet, as they called II
to see whether or not they were look
ing on. No; they were just then con-
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
youf'
"Yes'm, but not so well as Dolly does p
"Dollyw
"Yes'm, that's my sister"
"Ah, your sister. Is she as old as
yon?" - -a
"Ycs'm, she's three years older, but
she's lame. She has to keep lying down
all the time. She emit situp or walk at
ALL"
"I knew there was story connected
with those daisies" thinks the lady,
pleased at her own skill in guessing.
"And you gathered these for her."
Yes'm. I'm going to set 'em out
when git home"
Eyes? Where do you live2"
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.
Next day the lady came n her carriage
and climbed flight after flight of dirty
.tairways 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 roire
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 earth
en- jar, was the bunch of daisies.
Now there WAS Il certain sadness in
the lady's eyes, as though it were possible
that she, too, had known sorrow. Per-
haps it was this that, in spite of all her
elegance, made slender bridge across
the wide gulf between herself and Dolly;
and the latter, after the first brief en-
barrass,nent, did not fear to give her con-
fidence. So it all came out by piece
meal, her pitiful little story; how her
father, a brakeman, had been killed in Il
railroad accident, and her mother had had
such hard time supporting the little
family that Dolly, ambitious to help, had
gone into 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 ser
vices. And Wren she mad got so far
there came another rap at the door.
ooh, that must he him now ~ she
cried, her eyes Frightening. And when
he came in and the lady glanced up and
saw him, how strange they should both
seem so surprised and turn so pale, and
that the lady should clutch Dolly's pill
low nervOusly, and then with 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
90 Richard, Richard will you forgive
me ?" And he held her very close for
moment and kissed her eyes and her lips
and her forehead, and whispered some
thing in her ear.
We'll, whatever it was all about it is
certain there must have been misunder-
standing of some sort; perhaps the lady
had been naughty or coquettish; one
could only guess, and the meeting and
all together had brought about recon-
citation.
But nevera day after that, as Dolly lay
on her lounge through the long hours,
was she in want Of charming books and
pictures for entertainment, or 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 most beautiful bit
of romance to Dolly and her mother and
brother. And when by and by they were
called upon to dispose of 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 her
from seeing the rear of the dreary, d'ngy,
squalid block of bricks, and broken panes,
and loose, swinging blinds, and the rows
of encountered clothes-lines upon which
it looks? Why, wreathing ivy-vine,
and the brightest of geraniums and
pansies, and the whitest of lilies and the
sweetest of roses and pinks and hello
trope. But where is the bunch of
daisies? Why, when the lady brought
the others she begged for that and car
ried it home with her, and it is at this
moment poisoning in her boudoir.
CAN THE TELEGRAPH SING THE
birds are quite in a state of excitement
up our way over q new invention that
has come to their knowledge. 1t is
called Gray's Telephone, and it under
takes to sing by telegraph What say
you to that, my chicks? Yes, they say
it huns "Home Sweet Home" yankee
Doodle" and on Sundays, " Old Corona
ton "-hums them so we'll that any one
listening can tell the tune to GER
tainty.
The newspapers have had accounts Of
this wonderful thing; they say that, by
means of this telephone, Mr.. Gray can
sit down in Milwaukee and play tunes
for the instant enjoyment of friends in
Chicago. They say he did this very
lately. What is more, Mr.. Gray knows
friend, Mr.. Haskins, Commander-in-
Chief of the great army of Bird Defend
ers-whose muster-roll appeared in the
papers last June-and Mr.. Haskins has
heard the telephone.
Electricity is wonderful thing. The
robins and sparrows don't understand it