Weekly Trinity journal., 1879-10-04
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somew hat sadly, l thought, land good.
bye"
That startled me.
" Why did he say good bye ?" l mus
ed. 81 shall see him again to morrow :"
But Kate said impatiently;
He Is vexed that you did not come
down. These lovers are unreasonable
mortals. Oh, Minnie, do not go away.
for am sick and wretched !"
Her sudden sickness puzzled me. 1t
was very provoking, too, coming just to-
night when | would gladly have gone TO
my lovers arms. l could only console
myself by picturng the joy and delight
with which he would greet mo on the
morrnw.
" But alns /! | looked for him in vain
md at last papa said to me, seeing me SO
often at the Window:
" Are You looking for Edgar, Minnie
| forgot to tell you he had gone to New
York left this morning."
| tet quito stunned for n moment.
Gone, without word to me What could
it moan.
| ran to Kate.
"Somethng is wrong - l cried to her.
"Can you have made a mistake? Show
me your book OF flowers"
Bat she gave it away, she said, and
then she began to reassure me.
"It would be impossible for me to make
mistaHe; know the language of flow
ers as we'll rs | know my own. If his
question was meant in earnest"
interrupted her Indignantly.
"Cerlainly it was meant in cnrnest. llo
loves mo, and have known it long"
She looked at me with jealous, angry
eyes.
"lIow long?" she asked. II thought
he loves me--in town four weeks ago;
and had reason to think so, too !"
And she swept out of the room, leaving
me stunned by sudden and startling
revelation.
Kate loved Edgar, or at least had as
pired to marry him. She was poor, and
he was rich, and dining her season in
town, whicI was absent, she had thought
20 win him. And had trusted her to
teach mo how to answer him--l her un-
conscious rival
| remember her sudden call, Tint inter-
arms. thought of her pnleness- her un-
accountable sickness his quick, sud
Good bye" Good Heavens what an-
swor had given him?
But loved him with all my heart,
and | was not going to lose him-I sat
down and wrote to him instantly.
You asked NO u question last night
in strange anguaso-which was proud
to confess ! did not understand asked
Kate to teach me to answer you. Ii tho
answer was wrong let me change it.
send you n red and white rose,leat-
choose which will! p'ease you best !"
Aud next day he carlo back to me.
lie looked n little pale and grave, bat
the old merry smiio came back into his
eyes ~ new 80 NtlcoIilt hllu Hlctl nllll.
He placed an elegantly bound volume in
my hand-it was "The Language Of
Flowers"
81 was foo! to ask so grave ques,
zion in n strange tongue" snid he. But
never suspected who you would choose
for your interpreter. Since we have com
mencd to talk in figures, however; we
will end it so. Look what your white
rose means"
looked for the branch of myrtle first.
"Will you be my wife?" it asked me.
closed the bool, and gave my hand
to my lover.
Whatever flower means 'ycs,' |
said, THAT flower conveys my answer.
lie caught me to his breast.
"You should have given mo the rel
rCseleof," he said, kissing mo.
"You should have asked your question
in plnin English, | answered, returning
his caress, "and not in an unknown Ian,
gunge. can tell you tnnt love you
very denr,y, without the help Of myrtle
or Of rose !"