The Newberry herald. [volume] (Newberry, S.C.) 1865-1884, 1878-12-18
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WEDNESDAY, MORNING, DECEMBER 49, 1878.
Hi Briggs, my boy, [ want

Briggs, anxious to get in bis
masters "good books" and hot
from his exertions at cricket.
eyes, sir!" painted he.
''Stcp in and sit down 4 minute
Briggs, l WANT YOU TO take let
ter for me-"
And the little schoolmastcr wcat
in, while Briggs sat down On the
porch, tanning himself with his
Old rnisshapened hat, and wiping
the perspiration from his face
on the sleeve Of his smock.
Mr.. Woodman had said he would
write q letter, but doing it he
! found very different. lie COM
! menccd five, one after the other
tearing them all up in disgust.
! Then, thinking Briggs would get
tired Of waiting, he employed q
: little artifce to dctain his intended
: messenger; while he made another
; attempt at q long and pcnitcnt
! letter.
; briggs, my boy" said he, com
, ing out with a pen in his car,
"wouId you like a piece OF cake p
"Oi think OF could eat joost t
little crumb, and thankee, SIR j
! said Briggs, smirking.
| So our hero went in and cut him
"littIe crumb," weighing about
half "a pound, brought it out on u
clean plate, and then retired to
think what be should say in his
bWet-d0ur.
AS be sat considering, "happy
thought" struck him. He would
send her a message in flowers.
He reached TO his bookshelf
| and took down a little book called
1.-The Language Of Flowers" which
he at once began to study, search
ing for an appropriate emblem.
"'Union-a perfect straw" " be
read. "Ab, that will do. Re
union just what | want. No"
for q little fattery. All, here it
is: delicate beauty-a white
rose" Hurrah! That will do
splendidly. l have heard her say
she understands the language Of
flowers. It was a capital idea ot
mine"
He hurried out into the garden
past the astonishcd Briggs, ano
| plucked a beautiful white rose
after which he came back, anc
asked Briggs "if he could get hin
wisp Of straw anywhere"
"Oh, yes, sir" answered Briggs
much astonished, and away ht
went, his mouth full Of cake, anc
soon returned bearing the trophy
which he handed to our hero, ant
resumed his cake and seat in th'
porch, with serious doubts as t<
his schoolmaster's sanity.
His reflections were interrupted
by Mr.. Woodman coming out
bearing an envelope, which con
tanned the rose and the straw
carefully wrapped in scented wad
ding and sealed. This he handed
to Briggs, with smile aod q six
pence, and said:
"Make haste and take this tt
Miss Morris, aud bring me back
reply"
Briggs trotted off merrily, an(
Fred stood in the garden watch
ing his messengers retreatine
form, and anxiously awaiting th'
answer to his floral message.
Pretty little Nellie Morris sa
alone in her mothers little par
lor, crying.
Her parents had gone to
neighboring fair, and would no
be home till late, and she was s.
lonesome and wretched that Sin
felt she must cry.
"Why was | so unkind to poo
dear Fred last night?" she aske'
herself between her sobs. "Oh
how | wish he would come au'
make it all up!' she inwardl,
, uttered. Il do feel so miserable.
At that moment there was
, tap on the door.
] Nellie's heart beat wildly.
Come in" she said feebly. AN
OH, how she wished, yet scarcel,
] dared to hope, that it was Ere
r come to make up the quarrel, All
be good friends again.
But she was disappointed.
r The door opened slowly. an
+ Pricrra entered holding out