Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1878-12-01
Nellie's heart beat wildly.

:" Come in" she eaid feebly. And, oh.
how she wished. yet scarcely dared to
hope, that it was Fred, come to make up
the quarrel, and be good friends again!
But she was disappointed.
The door opened slowly, and Briggs
entered, holding out crushed and dirty
letter, and mumbled that it was from Mr..
Woodman, and he was to wait for re
ply.
Nellie took the soiled missive. broke
the seal with trembling fingers, and took
out a faded white rose, and q broken
straw, the definition of which she knew
too well-the former meaning, 6 I loved
you once" and the latter-oh, cruel stab
-"Thus do | break my fetters!'
Nellie, scarlet with indignation, flung
the letter out of the open door, motioned
Briggs to follow (which he did more
amazed than overland then sank upon a
chair IN an agony of tears.
All this sorrow was caused BIZ Briggs
weakness for cricket. He had stopped
to have game On his way, and put the
letter in his pocket, whereby the rose was
faded and tie straw broken.
LEAF THREE.
Our hero was waiting patiently in the
garden when Briggs ran up, looking very
frightened, and holding out the rejected
billet dour in his hand.
He a. once broke o1t in a string of dis
jointed sentences concerning his luckless
adventure.
ii guy it to her," said he, ssand, when
she took cut the brukken straw an the
faded rose, she turned me an the letter
fair out O the house,
'sBroken!" echoed Fred. Graded 2
Then light suddenly dawned upon him
ibid you get playing on the road, sir?
Answer NE, he ADDED, shaking the I'M
happy messenger violently.
II onl y commenced Briggs, fear
fully and then he began to blu0ber, and
applied the sleeve of his smock to his ewes
IN most woebagone manner.
For goodness sake, run home before
1 N angry with you" said our hero; and
Briggs ebeyed, thinking it a very strange
affair altogether.
Fred ran IN, thinking, perhaps, he had
seat the wrong emb!ems, and looked
again at mis- Language OF Flowers"
No they were quite right.
Just then his eyes caught an item, as
follows: "White rose naded)--I love
you once;' and he groaned. Then he
turned TO another page, and had another
shock on seeing these words: "Straw
(brokcn) Thus Go break my fetters!'
That was truly the last straw which
broke the calnel's back. Fred leaned
back in his chair, and almost cried with
vexation, to think of the sorrow his care
less messenger had caused.
The shades of evening began to fall
still he sal there thinking how he could
heal this fresh wound.
Meanwhile, unhappy Nellie sat crying
IN her dreary parlor. All, me!
LEAF FOUR.
At last our hero came to 81 resolution
He would 60 and see Nellie and explain
the whole Of the wretched blunGer.
He was soon striding away over the
ields in futter Of hope and excitement
The sun was just sinking in a dazzling
mass OF gold as he reached his destina-
lion.
he tapped gently on the door, but OBJ
tanned no answer, SO he softly lifted the
latch and stepped gently inside.
Nellie was sitting by the window, her
face buried in her hands--si sitting still as
death.
Fred advanced noiselessly and touched
her On the arm.
She sprang hastily up, and, seeing who
1t Was-crimson with anger and wounded
pride-she ordered him TO leave the
house; but the effort was. too much for
her, and she sank upon her chair again.
sobbing as though her poor, innocent lit
tie heart would break.
In al instant the little schoolmaster
was on his knees by her side, and in less
than two minutes had poured the whole
his DRY Of the mistake into Nellie's will
ing ear.
In another five minutes they were bet
ter friends than ever.
The schoolbnys were surprised next
Day when our hero. in addition to g half
holiday, gave them penny apiece all
around.
But they did not know what we do,
did they2
Briggs has been forgiven. He often
carries messages from Mr.. Frederick
Woodnan to Miss Nellie Morris, but they
are invariably in plain black aud white
The little schoolmaster has had enough
for little while OF the language of hoT-
ers