Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-01
A FOUR-LEAVED BLOSSOM.
LEAF ONE.

LEAF ONE.
Mr. frederick Woodman, aged twenty
two, was the master of the village school
O. PIgsoorougb, and one Of the best little
men, as lar as temper and looks were con-
cerned, that YOU could imagine. All his
scholars and, IL fact, almost everybody,
liked him. Iadeed, it would have been
very difficult not to like such q we'll.
spoken gentle aud amiable little gentle
man.
On the day my story commences, how
ever, nc was neither gentle nor amiable.
lie treated the schoolboys with an
amount OF severity which surprised them
greatly.
Directly he had dismissed the bows for
the day, he locked up the school and
walked, abstractedly, into his own little
domicile, adjoining
Taking Oft his hat, he sat down upon
chair, looking greatly worried, and then
burst out with
What fool I was TO quarrel with
poor little Nell, last night! What does
1t mater ii she does Girt? Knight know.
by this time, that she likes me better
than that other wretch"
'""o ioAiesei Himself. ne rose,
sauntered out and paced up and down fine
nttle Hover garden III front of the cot
tage.
Presently he was fred with an idea.
ana returned TO the parior muttering:
II know. LII write Nell a loving and
penltent letter, asking her torgivness for
my hastlness last night. First of all,
tnough, IL secure messenger"
Ircttlng out to the end Of his garden.
ne soon sighted a knot Of bis pupils play
ing at cricket, and, selecting one, called
out:
HI! Briggs, my boy, want you"
AND IN another minute up came Briggs.
anxious to get IN his masters sseood
books" and hot from his exertions at
cricket.
eyes, sir" painted he.
sep. IN, and sit down minute,
Briggs. [ want you to take letter for
me-"
And the little school master went in,
while Briggs sat down in the porch, fan
ming himself with an old mishappenea
hat, and wipipg the aspiration from his
lace On the sleeve of his snlocl1.
Mr. Woodman said he would write g.
letter, but doing it he iound very d different.
be commenced five one after the other.
tearing them all up in disgust. Then,
thinking Briggs would get tired of wait
ing, he EN-! dyed little art1tice to detain
his Intended messenger, while he made
another attempt at long and penltent
letter
briggs, my boy" said he, coming out
with the pen in his ear, 'swould you like
apiece OF cake2'
20. think OF could eat joost aittle
crumb, and thakee, sir,' said Briggs,
smirking. 49,
So our hero went in and cut him a.iit-
tie crunb, weighing abouta half pound,
brought 1t out on clean plate, and then
retired to think what he should say IN his
1i1ga-dour.
AS he sat considering, "happy
thought struck Lin. Ee would send
her q message in flowers.
He reached to his bookshelf, and took
down little book called t.The Lanousoe
OF Flowers" which he at once began
to study, searching for an appropriate
emblem.
"Union----a perfect straw" he read
"Ah, that will 90. Reunion is lust what
want. Now for little hattery. All.
here it is: Delicate beauty-a white rose.
Hurrah That will DO splendidly. have
heard her say she understood the Ian
guage of flowers. 1t was capital idea
of mine"
He hurried out into the garden, past
the assonishea Briggs and plucked q
beautiful white rose, after which he came
back, and asked Briggs eff he could get
him whisp of straw anywhere2D
"Oh, yes, SIR: answered Briggs. much
astonished, and away be Went, his
mouth full of cake, and soon returned
bearing the trophy, which he handed to
our hero, and resumed his cake and seat
Id the porch, with serious doubts az to
his schoolmaster's sanity
His reflections were interrupted by Mr..
Woodman coming out, bearing an en-
Vclope, which contained the rose and
straw carefully wrapped in scented wad-
ding and sealed. This he handed to
Briggs. with smile and sixpence, and
said:
snake haste and take this to Miss Nor
1is, and bring me back a reply"
Briggs trotted off merrily, and Fred
stood in the garden watching his mes
senger's retreating form, and anxiously
awaiting the answer to his floral mes
sage.
LEAF TWO.
Pretty little Nellie Morris sat alone in
her mothers parlor, crying.
Her parents had gone to q neighbor-
ing fair, and would not be home till late
and she was SO lonely and wretched she
felt she must cry.
Why was so unkind to poor, dear
old Fred last night?' she asked herself |
between her sobs. ooh, how I wish be
would come and make it all up!' she in
wardly uttered. II do feel so miser-
able"
At that moment there was tap on the
door.