Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1878-12-05
A FOUR-LEAVED BLOSSOM.
LEAF ONE.

LEAF ONE.
Mr. frederick Woodman, aged twenty
two, was the master Of the village school
oe Peterborough, and one Of the best little
men, as far as temper and looks were con-
cerned, that you could imagine. All his
scholars-and, in fact, almost every body,
liked him. Indeed, it would have been
very difficult not to like such we'll
spoken gentle and amiable little gentle
man.
On the day my story commences, how
ever, he was neither gentle ror amiable
lie treated the schoolboys with all
amount OF severity which surprised them
greatly.
Directly he had dismissed the BOYS tor
the day, he locked up the school and
walked, abstractedly, into his own little
dOmicile, adjoining
Taking off his hat, he sat down upon
chair, looking greatly worried, and then
burst out with:
'What a fool I was to quarrel with
poor little Nell, last night! What does
it matter if she does flirt2 might know,
by this time, that she likes me better
than that other wretch"
Having thus relieved himself, he rose,
sauntered out and paced up and down tine
little flower garden in front of the cot
tage. ,"-.
Presently he was fired with an idea,
and returned to the parlor muttering:
II know. III write Nell loving and
penitent letter, asking her torgivness for
my hastiness last night. First of ALL
though, I'll secure a messenger"
Trctting out to the end of his garden,
he soon sighted knot of his pupils play
ing at cricket, and, selecting one, called
out:
Hi! Briggs, my boy, I want you"
And in another minute up came Briggs,
anxious to get in his masters good
books" and hot from his, cxcrtions at
cricket.
eyes, SIR" painted be.
"Step.. in, and sit down minute,
Briggs. I 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 mishappcnel
nat, and wiping the Precipitation from his
face On the sleeve of his smocl<.
Mr. Woodman said he would write a
letter, but doing it bel found very different.
He commenced five, one after the other,
tearing them all up in disgust. Then,
thinking Briggs would get tired of wait
ing, he loyed a little artifice 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 car, "would you like
piece OF cake?'
''Oi think OF could eat joost little
crumb, and thakee, sir,' said Briggs,
Sinking.
So our hero went in and cut him a Git
tie crumb," weighing about half pound,
brought it out On clean plate, and then
retired to think what he should say IN his
blllet-dour.
As he sat considering, a s.happv
thought" struck him. He would send
her a message in flowers.
He reached to his book shelf, and took
down little book called THE Language
of Flowers" which he at once began
to study, searching for an appropriate
emblem.
"Union---a perfect straw" he read
"Ah, thAt will do Reunion is Just what
want. Now for a little tlattyry. All,
here it is Delicate beauty-a white rose.
Hurrah That will do splendidly. have
heard her say she understood the Ian
guagc of flowers. 1t was q clpltal idea
of NINE"
He hurried out into the garden, past
the aseonishea Briggs and plucked a
beautiful. white rose, after which he came
back, and asked Briggs eff he could get
him whisp of straw anywbere?'
"Oh, yes, SIR answered Briggs, much
astonished, and away he went, his
mouth full of cake, and soon returned
bearing the trophy, which he handed to
our hero, and resumed his cake and seat
in the porch, with serious doubts as to
his schoolmasters sanity.
His reflections were interrupted by Mr..
Woodman coming out, bearing an en-
vclopc, 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: ~
"Make haste and take this to Miss Nor
ris, and bring me back reply
Briggs trotted off mcrrily, and Fred
stood in the garden watching his mes
senger's retrcating form, and anxiously
awaiting the answer to his forral 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 :,
AWAY was so unkind to poor, deal
old Fred last night2 she asked herself
between her sobs. ooh, how I wish be
would come and make it all upr' she in
wardly uttered. 7 do feel 50 miser
able"
At that moment there was tap on thu
door. !:,t -E.
Nellie's heart beat wildly.
Come in,n she aaid feebly. And, oh
how she wished. yet scarcely dared t.
hope, that it was Fred, come to make VI
the quarrel, and be good friends again!
But she was disappointed.
The, door opened slowly, and Brigg
entered, holding out crushed and dirt
letter. and mumb led that it was from MI
Woodman, and he was. to wait for re
ply =. = ia r J FE2 : :.~..<<
-... Nellie took the soiled missive. brok
the seal with trembling fingers, and tool
out q faded white rose, and broker
straw, the definition Of which she kuey
too well-the former meaning, 6" love-
you once" and the latter-oh, cruel stab
THUS do l break my fettersv'
Nellie, scarlet with indignation, fun!
the letter out of the open door. motiOne,
Briggs to follow it. which he did NOR
amazed than ever-and then sank upon
chair in an agony of tears. =
All this sorrow was caused b. Briggs
weakness for cricket. He had stoppe,
s,oto, have 9 game On his way,aad put tn
letter inihis pocket whereby tue rose wa
Ii faded and tie strawsbroken.2 s lis
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Co., Co.,. Our hero was walung patiently in til
VS. gard when B-igeggs ran up, looking yer
> frightened, and holding o1.t.the reiecte,
daket.aoussin his. hand.zrsI sss:2ha q