The Andrew County Republican. [volume] (Savannah, Mo.) 1871-1876, 1876-07-13
MARGARET LILY
BY CLARA @. DOLLIyER.


twas one of the cheapest of unpaint-
ep, redwood houses, long since turned
black by the rains of some forgotten
California winter, but over the door and
under the window clambered a luxuriant
rosebush with shining leaves and clus-
tering punches of some tiny rose which
had u spicy fragrance, faint and sweet
as some far-away pleasant memory.
In the little garden which sloped
down to the road were u few flowers;
few enough to be tended by one pair of
hands, and showing loving nature by
their rank and beautiful blossoms.
"Margaret!" called a feeble, fretful
voice from somewhere within the black
cottage.
Margaret was in the small garden;
q tall girl, with a soft bloom on her
rounded cheeks, and a pair of hazel,
electrical eyes; not pretty-far from it
but a woman who drew hearts to herself
as a magnet does iron hllngs; you felt
it when you me- her eyes. ,
She had been tending her plants, and
even now heiu III her myers d haii-
oPeneu, o'oou-reu rose' sue was s'ahu
ing IN Tue narrow Pa'h' looking 100 Tall
ior her snihii anu mean sutrouhuihSs'
anu gazing uo"h .no uus,y anu usiy
roau' ho" a' ,s uus.ies' anu usies''
asa'h caiieu inc queru-
iou' voice. you eoulu easily oelc'e Una. y.
sbn ,o"r.ad oran, ;no% a" sh'
Snon,;t"I ao W.. sH, a.;u a,oa1
LII sn,;i;n" ha,t ,i,,ah;ma ana .o;,Io'
n"ausnnnd - go 90 ana 49,.
one could sec Init a dustv borseman IN
a dustv horse COMING swiftly nm the
road When be reached tho cate be
+, drew in tho re;ns. and raised his hat
with a c;ti6od grace which Marcaret,s
/, ave Int rarely saw.
uyor Ioot Ike Flora borso,f M;so
Iilv, he said.
w,.u.uo. ,,,o,o, 49,, au,o, o.,
Nv Su' "n'
W." .s
.,o -,
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ABOUT tne same, lhahk you. ehe
sPohe ou' CLEARLY 'nen' anu rinsihs'
charming voice sne hau.
more ioiioweu, apou,
.ne "ea'ner' inc ous'y roau' .ne pa.l
,ha' was coming Oh IN N!chih'ry :
oain' anu 'neh 'he ieeoie 'oioe "aheo
"saihe'
margaret Nlargaret!' she starteo
gulltiiy' as though she had not heard II
peiore. EXCUSE me- she saiu'
mother Is calling me-"
cat least" said the horseman, "be'
stow that beautiful rose upon me-"
She went down to the garden fence
and handed it to him, and somehow
whether it was handed too hastily, o.
taken too awkwardly, the vicious thorr
ran into her hnger, n made her give
little half-cry OF pain. lie held her hant
then, saying:
"What a shame! l was so awkward
May l cure it in my mothers way, Mis-
MargaretP"
She knew, she guessed, and he knew
she did; but she said quckly-he though
her voice a very sweet one-"Wha
waS your mothers wayP" then, in thu
same breath, Yes, If it is agood one.
And the foolish blood from Margare
Lily's heart thrilled in every vein whel
he stopped by his horses head, an
kissed the hurt finger again and again
"Margaret," came the feeble voice
sob! Mr.. Cr%anbourne!" she cried
"let me go; I must go in to mother.
Mr.. Cranbourne let the fingers 60, an
smiled a queer smile as he watched he
go up the path in a free, swinging
graceful way.
He smiled a queer smile for som
minutes as he cantered down the dust
road; poor Margaret, with her ope
heart, would not have liked it coul
she have seen it on his face; the smil
on hers was wonderfully different 8
she opened the low poor, and went int
the little parlor.
Whatever has kept you so longp